A/N :-
Sorry creeps, but I needed to ask something before I begin this chapter! >.
I was thinking of making a story of Sam's origin (since she's...kind of a creepypasta OC - even though she's not very good)
What do you guys think? Lemme know in the comments! :3
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Why won't you follow me to the red wonderland? I'm cold and I'm lonely here...
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Sam knew this all too well. It took over and she saw all these things she used to see in her room when she was a kid.
She heard their whispers, their footsteps, and she saw them.
She closed her eyes and pretended this wasn't happening.
She could feel one of their claws scratch up her arm, it's breath on the side of her neck.
She tried to scream but no noise came out. She tried desperately to move, to kick and squirm and get away. Nothing. Sam was paralyzed.
"Why, Sam? Why did you do this to us?" The voices cried pitifully.
"Why did we have to be the ones? Why didn't you join us?" Another sad voice asked from the darkness.
She knew what they were trying to do. This had happened before.
Don't open your eyes! I commanded myself. They're nothing but trouble! Pretend like you don't hear them!
About half an hour had passed and the voices were still questioning Sam.
"Sam, why? WHY!!??"
As much as she wanted to cover her ears, she couldn't. She couldn't do anything.
That's when she felt herself being pulled.
She opened her eyes a little to see a hand pulling her out of the room, through a wall.
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"Hello?"
Sam opened her eyes to see a dark haired man - probably in his twenties or thirties - staring down at her with a worried expression on his face.
She was no longer in the hallway in the run down house. She was in the woods, curled up into a ball beneath a tree.
She didn't feel comfortable. As if she was being watched, but that was probably the effects of her previous terrifying nightmare.
She stood up slowly and looked at the man.
There wasn't much to look at. He was three heads taller than she was and he was wearing a red-tartan button down shirt and black jeans.
His eyes were shadowed from where he stood but his smile was visible.
"Are you ok? You were sleeping on the floor."
Run. The voice at the back of her head told her.
Unfortionately though, she was paralyzed to the spot.
The man chuckled. "It's cold out here, you might catch a cold."
Sam thought for a moment. Didn't she know this man?
Run!
"Erm...anyway...why don't I take you home in my car?"
RUN!!!!
Sam shook her head and inched away from the man.
"No," she gulped. "I'm fine..."
"That's good!" There was something in his voice Sam didn't like.
If only she hadn't probably sleepwalked here.
"I need to go." Sam mumbled, stepping back.
"Go? Go where?" The man took a casual step forward.
That's when Sam noticed his eyes. They were glowing red. The pupils were red and the iris was black.
That was enough of a sign to tell her to get her ass back to Splendor's. But what if the man followed? She'd put everyone in danger.
"Worrying about other people is such a burden, you know. It makes you soft and look at you, you're hesitating!" The man grinned wickedly
Suddenly, without warning, the man had his big hand around Sam's neck and was squeezing hard.
"You should never had escaped me, Samantha!" The man hissed her name as if it were poison on his tongue.
His expression was more sinister now. His teeth were sharp and he had horns growing out of his head.
Soon, he began to change fully. He looked much more like a demon now.
Zalgo...
Sam grinned through her fear and spat in Zalgo's face.
"Pffft! I'm not your propety, so why do you want me so bad? I mean, I know I'm awesome but..." Sam taunted with a shrug.
Zalgo squeezed her throat angrily.
"Do you really think you're all tough?"
Sam shrugged again. "Why not. I'm a killer, aren't I?"
Great! If we can bug him with our tedious humour, we can get out alive!
Sam's eye shone.
This was perfect!
All her life she had been doing such mundane things life had turned to nothing. But now she got to get into more challengable fights. She had the voice to thank for that.
"You think you're all tough, but I know all about you. 'Samantha' isn't even your real name, is it?"
Sam began to chuckle. This was very rare for her to do that, unless she was very, very pissed.
Her chuckling soon stoped, but her grin never left.
"Hey, isn't this fun? We get to take a go at snapping this bastard's dick off, just like you wished for!" Sam told the voice.
Ha! Look at his expression! It's so funny!
Sam agreed. "Yeah. His expression is very funny. It makes me want to gouge them out and feed them to Smile!"
Zalgo chuckled, but his eyes held uncertainty in them.
"You hit your head very hard, didn't you?" Zalgo taunted.
Sam merely smiled at the memory. "Why, yes I did! My head went crack!"
Zalgo hissed and threw Sam against a tree bark, making it snap a little.
No time to waste, let's run!
But my back...
Screw your back! Go! Go! Go!
Sam muttered under her breath as she ran for the run down house.
What was that smell?
It was like smoke.
Oh shit! No...
Sam began to sprint back to the house, hoping that what she was thinking wasn't true.
But to her horror, she had been right all along.
Zalgo must have done it...
