Sibling dearest and I once read a creepypasta written in first person that ended "and I was never seen again" and we were both like "..."
I don't know if you have to pass that thing to do it, you just seem to need pieces of paper for everything over here unless it's a family business or you kind of accidentally trip and fall/get sucked into it (which is how we have our current jobs).
Hahaha, those are the ones. The ones where you are like, well how the funk does that work!
Pieces of paper are the cuss of modern living! :OD