Creepy Stories

Friends

"Hey Jane, do you want to come over?" Amy said to her friend. "Today is when we do it." "Oh right, the thing. Are you sure you want to do this?" Jane replied. "Of course. I'm sick of their bullshit. They always yell at me and hit me, now they need to pay. Well see who is laughing when the other is helpless." "Don't do anything without me, I'll be there in half an hour" Jane said then hung up the phone.

"I think I'll go get dressed. I want to look pretty" Amy mumbled to herself. Amy got dressed and waited for Jane. A few moments later the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Amy yelled to her parents. Jane stood in the doorway, looking at Amy expectantly. "Come on in" Amy said, and then pulled her friend close for a hug. Jane hugged back and walked into the living room.

"Hi Jane, I'm Amy's mother. Would you like some cake and milk?" "Sure! Do you have chocolate milk?" Jane asked. "Yes I do. Give me a moment to go and get it. "Hey mom, I will take the chocolate milk, why don't you just get the cake ready?" Amy yelled to her mother. "Ok sweetie. Why don't you come over here and grab some plates and the knife for the cake?" Amy's mom replied. "Sure thing mom" Amy said then whispered to Jane, "Get ready." Jane gulped and nodded.

A minute later Amy walked out of the kitchen holding some plates and a sharp knife. "Mom won't stay in the kitchen for long, so I'll have to talk fast." Jane nodded and said, "I'm listening." "Ok, here's what we do. When she comes over with the cake I want you to use the knife to slice into the cake. Its strawberry, don't worry." Amy said with a smile. "Once the knife is covered in icing I want you to take it out of the cake and gut her. The others will be easy to get rid of."

"I think I can do this. But what if she fights back?" Jane asked, looking uncertain. "I'll go from behind and tackle her. Don't worry, she is really weak and that probably won't happen." Amy claimed, looking confident. "Ok girls, cake! It's strawberry, is that alright?" "Its perfect" Jane said, rubbing her hands together in anticiptation. "Don't stress, I will cut the cake for you." "Thank you Jane. You're such a sweet girl." She replied while setting the cake down. Amy got up and started walking away from her mother. Jane cut into the cake and without warning, plunged the knife into Amy's mother's stomach. "How could you?" she screamed.

Amy held her mother upright and sneered "This is what you get for not treating me well." The life drained out of her mother's eyes. "We'll come back for her Jane, we have to take care of the others first." "Alright. You know, this makes me feel strangely energetic. I don't really know how to explain it. But I just feel alive. You feel me?" "Yeah, I know how you're feeling. I feel the same way right now. It's almost like a sugar high." Amy replied with a crazed grin.

"I heard screaming, are you girls alri-" He stopped in his tracks and stared, horrified, at his wife on the floor. His eyes slowly made their way up to the bloody knife still clutched in Jane's hand and then to the crazed look in Amy's eyes. "Hi dad. Nice of you to join us." Amy said grimly. "I've never loved you. I want you to know that before you die." He stared with his mouth agape with shock at Amy. "What do you mean, before I di-" His words were cut short by the hammer that smashed him on head. He crumpled to the floor.

"You always were slow to catch onto things, weren't you dad?" Amy said, her grin even wider than before. "Ok Jane, one left. He will be easy. We might even get to keep him." "Do you mean your brother?" Jane asked. "No I'm talking about the man on the moon. Of course I mean my brother you fucking idiot." "Jeez sorry. He's really innocent though. Shouldn't we spare him?" Jane asked. "We can't risk it. There's always the chance that he tells." "Alright, that's fine. Snitches get shot." "Too bad we don't have a gun." Amy said, looking unhappy for a moment. "I don't want him to suffer, I want his death to be quick."

"Can I kill him? You killed the other two, can I kill him? I want to watch the horror on his face when he sees his sister killing him." Amy begged. "I'm not the boss, you do what you want. I don't care." Jane replied with a shrug. "But how do we get rid of him?" "Why don't we suffocate him?" Amy replied. "Sounds good." Jane said with a smile. "Where is he anyway?" "The little shit is probably in his room and listening to music. He has soundproof headphones, that's probably why he didn't come over here." Amy replied while rolling her eyes.

"Yo butthead, get over here!" Amy yelled. "What?" he shouted back. "I said come here!" "What?! I can't hear you!" "For the love of god, Bob. I'm coming to your room!" Amy bursts into the bedroom. "What do you want?" "To kill you." Amy said with a grin. Bob paled. Amy pushed the pillow onto his face. "Your death will be relatively quick and painless. Be greatful for once. Think of this as a short nap." Bob went still. "Now we're done with them, let's deal with my mom and get cleaned up."

"Ok." Jane said with a smile. "Help me carry her over to the bathtub." An hour later they are all cleaned up and they have gotten rid of all of the evidence. "Now we need to get the hell out of here. The cops will come soon." Amy said. "I don't think that's possible Amy." Jane said calmly. "Well why not?" "Because" Jane said while smashing her head into the nearby wall, "I am just a figment of your imagination. I do not exist." The last thing Amy saw before she passed out was Jane disappear.

"I killed them. I killed them all. What was I thinking?" Amy mumbled deleriously. "Where am I?" she said a bit more clearly. "This stupid jacket hurts my arms..." "You are in a hospital. You had a severe wound to the head. Do you know how it got there?" The doctor asked. "It was her. It was all her. She convinced me. She did this too me." Amy said, looking anxious. "There was no one with you. You were the only person there. Your wounds appear to be self-inflicted and we found three dead people in your house. Who is that other person you were talking about?" The doctor asked, looking concerned. "Her name is Jane. She was my friend." Amy said. "Does she have a last name?" "Yes, her name is Jane Smith."

"Ok, I will be right back." The doctor said with a smile. He soon returned, looking very concerned. "There is no one with the name Jane Smith in this entire state. But do you know something?" "What?" Amy said, looking shocked. "Your name is Amy Jane Smith."