Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Curious Case of Smile.jpg

I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. I had arranged with her husband of fifteen years, Terence, to see her for an interview.

Mary had initially agreed, since I wasn't a newsman but, rather, an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction.

We scheduled an interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on unrelated business but, at the last moment, Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple's bedroom, refusing to meet with me.

For half an hour, I sat with Terence as we camped outside the bedroom door. I listened and took notes while he attempted fruitlessly to calm his wife.

The things Mary said made little sense, but fit into the pattern I was expecting. Though I could not see her, I could tell from her voice that she was crying and, more often than not, her objections to speaking with me centered aroundn an incohered diatribe on her dreams: her nightmares.

Terence apologized profusely when we ceased the exercise and I did my best to take it in stride - recall that I wasn't a reporter in search of a story, but merely a curious young man in search of information.

Besides, I thought that at the time, I could perhaps find another, similar case if I put my mind and resources to it.

Mary E. was the sysop for a small Chicago-based Bulletin Board System in 1992 when she first encountered smile.jpg and her life was changed forever. She and Terence had been married for only five months.

Mary was one of an estimated 400 people who saw the image when it was posted as a hyperlink on the BBS, though she is the only one who has spoken openly about the experience. The rest have remained anonymous or are, perhaps, dead.

In 2005, when I was only in tenth grade, smile.jpg was first brought to my attention by my burgeoning interest in web-based phenomena. Mary was the most often-cited victim of what is sometimes referred to as "," the being smile.jpg is reputed to display.

What caught my interest (other than the obvious macabre elements of the cyber-legend and my proclivity toward such things) was the sheer lack of information, usually to the point that people don't believe it exists other than as a rumor or hoax.

It is unique because, though the entire phenomenon centers on a picture file, that file is nowhere to be found on the internet. Certainly, many photo-manipulated simulacra litter the web, showing up with the most frequency such as the image-board 4chan (particularly, the /x/-focused paranormal sub board).

It is suspected that these are fakes because they do not have the effect the true smile.jpg is believed to have, mainly the sudden onset temporal lobe epilepsy and acute anxiety.

This purpoted reaction in the viewer is one of the reasons the phantom-like smile.jpg is recarded with such disdain since it is patently absurd. Though, depending on you ask, the reluctance to acknowledge smile.jpg's existence might be just as much out of fear as it is out of disbelief.

Neither smile.jpg nor is mentioned anywhere on Wikipedia, though the website features articles on such other, perhaps more scandalous shock sites such as goatse (hello.jpg) or 2girls1cup. any attempt to create a page pertaining to smile.jpg is summarily deleted by any of the encyclopedia's many admins.

Encounters with smile.jpg are the stuff of internet legend. Mary E.'s story is not unique. There are unverified rumors of smile.jpg showing up in the early days of usenet.

There is even a tale that, in 2001, a hacker flooded the forums of humor and satire website Something Awful with a deluge of smile.jpg images, rendering almost all of the forum's users at the time epileptic.

It is also said that in the mid-to-late 90s that smile.jpg circulated on usenet as an attachment to a chain email with a subject similar to "SMILE!! GOD LOVES YOU!"

Despite the huge exposure these stunts would generate, there are very few people who admit to having experienced any of them and no trace of the file or any link has ever been discovered.

Those who claim to have seen smile.jpg often weakly joke that they were far too busy to save a copy of the picture to their hard drive.

However, all alleged victims offer the same description of the photo: a dog-like creature (usually described as appearing similar to a Siberian Husky), illuminated by the flash of the camera, sits in a dim room, the only background detail visible being a human hand extending from the darkness near the left side of the frame.

The hand is empty, but is usually described as "beckoning." Of course, most attention is given to the dog (or dog-creature, as some victims are more certain than others about what they claim to have seen).

The muzzle of the beast is reputedly split into a wide grin, revealing two rows of very white, straight, sharp, and human-looking teeth.

This is, of course, not a description given immediately after viewing the picture, but rather a recollection of the victims, who claim to have seen the picture endlessly repeated in their mind's eye during the time they are, in reality, having epileptic fits.

These fits are reported to continue indeterminably, often while the victims sleep, resulting in very vivid and disturbing nightmares. These may be treated with medication, though it is more effective in some cases than others. I assumed Mary E. was not on effective medication.

That was why, after my visit to her apartment in 2007, I sent out feelers to several folklore- and urban legend-orientated newsgroups, websites, and mailing lists; I hoped to find the name of a supposed victim of smile.jpg who felt more interested in talking about their experiences.

For a time, nothing happened and I forgot completely about my pursuits, since I had begun my freshman year of college and was quite busy. Mary contacted me via email, however, near the beginning of March 2008.

To: jml@****.com
From: marye@****.net
Subject: Last Summer's Interview

Dear Mr. L.,

I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me. I hope you understand that it was no fault of yours but, rather, my own problems that led me to act out as I did.

I realized that I could have handeld the situation more decorously; however, I hope you will forgive me. At the time, I was afraid.

You see, for fifteen years I have been haunted by smile.jpg. comes to me i my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true.

There is an ineffable quality about my dreams - my nightmares - that makes them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak.

I simply look ahead and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand and I see It talks to me.

I thought for a long time about my options. I could show it to a stranger, a coworker...I could even show it to Terence, as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then?

Well, if kept its word, I could sleep. Yet, if it lied, what would I do? And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as the creature asked?

So, I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things. Every night for fifteen years, has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word.

For fifteen years, I have stood strong, though there have been hard times. Many of my fellow victims on the BBS where I first encountered smile.jpg stopped posting; I heard some of them committed suicide.

Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most.

I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. L. Last summer, when you contacted me and my husband about an interview, I was near the breaking point. I did not care if was lying or not. I wanted it to end.

You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with. I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the diskette as part of your research and sealed your fate. Before you arrived, I realized what I was doing: plotting to ruin your life.

I could not stand the thought and, in fact, I still cannot. I am ashamed, Mr. L., and I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of smile.jpg.

You may, in time, encounter someone who is - if not weaker than I, then wholly more depraved - someone who will not hesitate to follow's orders. Stop while you are still whole.

Mary E.

Terence contacted me later that month with the news that his wife had committed suicide. While cleaning up the various thing she'd left behind (closing email accounts and the like), he happened upon the above message.

He was a man in shambles; he wept as he told me to listen to his late wife's advice. He'd found the diskette, he revealed, and burned it until it was nothing but a stinking pile of blackened plastic.

The part that most disturbed him, however, was how the diskette had hissed as it melted. It was like some sort of animal, he said.

I will admit that I was a little uncertain how to respond to this. At first, I thought perhaps it was a joke, with the couple belatedly playing with the situation in order to get a rise out of me.

A quick check of several Chicago newspapers' online obituaries, however, proved that Mary E. was indeeddead. There was, of course, no mention of suicide in the article.

I decided that, for at least a time, I would not further pursue the subject of smile.jpg - especially since I had finals coming up at the end of May.

The world has odd ways of testing us, however. Almost a full year after I'd returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E., I received another email:

To: jml@****.com
From: elzahir82@****.com
Subject: smile


I found your email address thru a mailing list and your profile said you are interested in smiledog. I have saw it and it is not as bad as everyone says. I have sent it to you here. Just spreading the word.


The final line chilled me to the bone. According to my email cline, there was one file attachment called, naturally, smile.jpg. I considered downloading it for some time.

It was most likely a fake, I imagined, and even if it weren't, I was never wholly convinced of smile.jpg's peculiar powers. Mary E.'s account had shaken me, yes, but she was probably mentally unbalanced anyway.

After all, how could a single image do what smile.jpg was said to accomplish? What sort of creature was it that could break one's mind with only the power of the eye?

If such things were patently absurd, then why did the legend exist at all? If I downloaded the image - if I looked at it - and if Mary turned out to be correct...

If came to me in my dreams demanding I spread the word, what would I do? Would I live my life as Mary had, fighting against the urge to give in until I died? Would I simply spread the word, eager to be put to rest?

If I chose the latter route, how could I do it? Whom would I burden in turn? If I went through with my earlier intention to write a short article about smile.jpg, I decided, I could attach it as evidence.

Anyone who read the article - anyone who took interest - would be affected. Assuming the smile.jpg attached to the email was genuine, would I be capricious enough to save myself in that manner?

(Click the image for the supposed original image used to create smile.jpg.)


  1. Original pic is far more disturbing. smile.jpg is slightly unsettling at most, but nothing more.

  2. i agree, but the dog thing i have actually seen before, and i have not had any ill effects...

  3. It's just a dog.

  4. So after culminating all the evidence I have come to the ultimate conclusion that


  5. This is one of those pastas that you really had to be there when it was originally posted to get the full effect.

    Late at night with a typical "obviously fake" story, and out of nowhere when it seems like he's only in the middle of the story, he posts the image.

    It was glorious. No reposts have ever done it justice.

  6. Strange... I cannot follow the link to the original image. Although I looked to the pic and I don't think that it's scary at all. My conclusion is that the thing in the picture is a photoshoped dog, mixed up with human teeths and a big freakin' smile. Case solved.

  7. I downloaded and smile.jpg.. And I had horrible nightmares that I would be endlessly tormented unless I spread the word.. HELP ME.

  8. >Neither smile.jpg nor is mentioned anywhere on Wikipedia

    Oh yeah

    From wikipedia's article on interet phenomenon:

    "Creepypasta - Urban legends or scary stories circulating on the internet, many times revolving around videos or pictures said to cause psychological trauma. Examples include Suicidemouse.avi, looped footage of a sad Mickey Mouse walking down a road with strange noises and visual distortion said to be a discarded cartoon created by Walt Disney; and Smile Dog, a picture of a husky with large human teeth and a mysterious hand in the background said to cause viewers to become suicidal."

    Took me right to it when I enter "smile.jpg" into my wikipedia bar.

    Made the story less scary.

  9. i was there one day before and i has seen the pictures.. the red filtred one and the yellow one now im here again to see if there are some new comments and the picture were dissapeared o.0 something strange happened even i didnt seen the dog in my dream

  10. ^ First off, lrn2english.

    Second: The red and yellow ones are not the original. The original can be found in this story on creepypastaindex.

    Still, nothing happened to me. It's just really unnerving. Stare at it for a while, and you kinda get over it. :/


    "real" one is here:

    To be honest, this "fake" is scarier. That thing looks like they put a pic of an angry dog over a crappy old photo.


  13. The photo on this one is even better!

  14. Ia it luck or wrong that my dad's K9 lock program blocked this pic and the site that refered to it? The reason it was locked said: suposedly(I think that's spelled right *rolls eyes*) causes trauma. I went back and it just said then open media.


  16. Wow. This is so fake I don't even



  17. It says "Pot" over the hand if you see a close up!

  18. when you click the picture the teeth change...