Messing with AI
I'm trying to break ChatGPT. So far it's not working. Question: What could I have asked in order to make it explode?
You can ask this thing to write a story.
Let's dive into crafting a captivating short story. Can you start by asking me what my favorite genre is, and a theme or element I'd like included?
ChatGPT
Sure! To start crafting a captivating short story, could you tell me your favorite genre and a theme or element you'd like to be included in the story?
horror
ChatGPT
Great choice! Horror can be thrilling to write and read. Is there a specific theme or element you'd like to include in the horror story? For example, haunted houses, supernatural beings, psychological terror, or something else?
haunted toilet
ChatGPT
Fantastic, a haunted toilet is a unique and intriguing element! Let's get started:
In the quiet town of Eldridge, there was an old, abandoned house at the edge of the forest. Locals avoided it, whispering tales of eerie happenings and unexplainable sounds. But it wasn’t the creaking floors or the ghostly figures that kept people away—it was the toilet in the upstairs bathroom.
The house had once belonged to the Grimshaw family, who vanished mysteriously one stormy night. Ever since, the house sat vacant, falling into disrepair. The only sign of life was the occasional flicker of a candle or a shadow passing by the windows. Rumors spread about the toilet, a relic from the past, which was said to have a life of its own.
One evening, driven by a mixture of curiosity and a dare from friends, a young man named Jake decided to explore the old Grimshaw house. Armed with nothing but a flashlight and his phone, he ventured into the overgrown yard and pushed open the creaky front door.
The air inside was musty, and the wooden floor groaned under his weight. As he moved through the house, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. The once elegant furniture was now covered in dust, and cobwebs adorned every corner.
Jake made his way upstairs, each step on the worn staircase echoing through the empty house. He found the bathroom door slightly ajar, and with a deep breath, he pushed it open. The bathroom was surprisingly clean, almost untouched by time. In the center stood the infamous toilet, a porcelain relic with intricate designs carved into its base.
He approached it cautiously, shining his flashlight on it. The air around the toilet was strangely cold, and as he got closer, he heard a faint whispering. It sounded like a woman’s voice, pleading and desperate. Jake’s heart pounded in his chest as he leaned in to listen.
Suddenly, the toilet lid slammed shut with a deafening bang, causing Jake to jump back in fear. The whispering grew louder, turning into a cacophony of anguished cries. The temperature in the room plummeted, and Jake could see his breath in the air. The bathroom door slammed shut behind him, trapping him inside.
Panicking, he tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The toilet began to tremble, and a dark, shadowy figure emerged from it. The figure took the shape of a woman, her eyes hollow and her mouth twisted in a silent scream. She reached out to Jake, her fingers like icy tendrils.
Jake backed into a corner, his flashlight flickering. The woman’s ghostly form hovered closer, and he could feel the chill of her presence. She spoke in a voice that echoed with sorrow, “Help me… free me…”
Summoning his courage, Jake asked, “How? What do you need?”
The ghost pointed to a small, rusted key hanging from a chain around her neck. “Find the key… unlock the secret…”
With trembling hands, Jake reached out and took the key. As soon as he did, the ghostly figure began to fade. The bathroom door creaked open, and the whispering stopped. The temperature returned to normal, and Jake was alone once more.
Clutching the key, Jake left the house, vowing to uncover the mystery of the Grimshaw family and the haunted toilet. He knew that the key held the answer, and he was determined to find out what really happened all those years ago.
Would you like to continue the story from here or add any specific details?
continue and add a box of Depends
ChatGPT
Clutching the key, Jake left the house, vowing to uncover the mystery of the Grimshaw family and the haunted toilet. He knew that the key held the answer, and he was determined to find out what really happened all those years ago.
The following day, Jake returned to the house, this time with more supplies: a crowbar, a flashlight with fresh batteries, and a box of Depends. His friends had laughed at his purchase, but Jake knew that fear could have... unexpected effects.
He entered the house again, the sense of unease even stronger in the daylight. The air felt heavy with anticipation, as if the house itself was waiting for him to uncover its secrets. He made his way upstairs and found himself back in the bathroom, staring at the haunted toilet.
Taking a deep breath, Jake inserted the key into the lock on the side of the toilet base. It turned with a loud click, and a hidden compartment in the wall behind the toilet sprang open. Inside was a small, dusty box. He carefully removed it and placed it on the sink, opening it to reveal a collection of old letters and a faded photograph of a woman—the same woman who had appeared as the ghost.
Jake began to read the letters. They were written by the woman, Elizabeth Grimshaw, to her sister. The letters spoke of her despair and fear, detailing her husband's descent into madness and the dark rituals he conducted in the basement. Elizabeth had tried to stop him, but he had cursed her, trapping her spirit in the house, forever bound to the toilet where she had tried to hide his dark secrets.
Determined to help Elizabeth find peace, Jake knew he had to confront whatever lurked in the basement. He made his way down, his flashlight cutting through the darkness. The basement was cold and damp, filled with old furniture and strange symbols painted on the walls. In the center of the room was an old, wooden chest.
As he approached the chest, the air grew colder, and the whispering began again. Jake steeled himself, opened the chest, and found a collection of ritual objects and a diary. The diary belonged to Edward Grimshaw, detailing his experiments with dark magic and the steps he took to trap Elizabeth's spirit.
Suddenly, the basement door slammed shut, and the room was plunged into darkness. The ghostly figure of Edward Grimshaw appeared, his eyes glowing with malice. "You dare to meddle in my affairs?" he hissed.
Jake stood his ground, holding the diary and the box of Depends. "Your time is over, Edward. I'm here to free Elizabeth."
With a furious scream, Edward lunged at Jake, but he was ready. He threw the box of Depends at the ghost, causing him to momentarily falter. In that brief moment, Jake began to read aloud the incantation he found in Elizabeth's letters—a spell to break the curse.
The room shook as Edward's ghost writhed in agony. The symbols on the walls began to glow, and the air was filled with a blinding light. With a final, ear-piercing scream, Edward's spirit was torn apart, and the basement fell silent.
The oppressive atmosphere lifted, and a sense of peace filled the house. Elizabeth's ghost appeared before Jake one last time, her face serene. "Thank you," she whispered. "You have freed me."
With that, she vanished, and the house seemed to exhale a sigh of relief. Jake knew that the Grimshaw curse had been broken, and the haunted toilet was no longer a source of fear.
As he left the house for the final time, Jake felt a sense of accomplishment. He had faced his fears, uncovered the truth, and helped a tormented spirit find peace. And while the town of Eldridge would always remember the old Grimshaw house, Jake knew that it was no longer a place of horror, but a place of redemption.
How was that? Would you like to add anything else or explore another part of the story?
I think I’ll just kill myself
A few months ago I tried using ChatGPT for nonfiction. It was me vs. ChartGPT. I wrote a story and then asked ChatGPT to write the same thing. I also used it to write the descriptions for some YouTbe vids. Maybe since the technology has had several more months to steal intellectual property it's better now. At the time I had to give it so much info to get something close to what I wanted I might as well have just written the story myself. One of the main issues was it would just repeat the same information in different ways.