Ashley-Jack: A Creepypasta

Ashley-Jack

Hellø wørthless mørtal. I am Ashley-Jack. I've been arøund før søme time. May nøt knøw me, heh, that's alright. I'm pretty new if yøu might ask me. Nøt very many mørtals have ever even heard øf my name. Well, I'm abøut tø change that.

Creepypastas apparently all have back støries, ør are just støries. Take Ticci-Tøby før example. He løst his sister in a car accident, but his dad didn't even give a shit. Sø, ønce he had enøugh, he killed his øwn dad and ran øff, making a fire and making it seem if he had died, and nøw is a prøxy øf the famøus Slenderman.

My øwn støry is a bit different. I'm technically immørtal, unlike yøu. I was ønce mørtal, like my sister Echø was. Øf cøurse, I can die. I'm nøt invincible, thøugh that søme be pretty fucking awesøme. I had a trøublesøme past, like all øf the øther Creepypastas have. I guess I'll give it tø yøu in the exact details øf what happened.

All øf my trøubles began when I was ønly eight and Echø was ten. I was living in Indiana when my parents divørced, and my mum gøt remarried the same year in the summer tø a man name Raul Hadden. Øn the øutside, Raul seemed like a nice guy. He was always making me, Echø, and mum laugh. He was always smiling and making jøkes. The inside, thøugh, was waiting tø be seen.

After a year øf living with Raul døwn in Tennessee, things started tø change very quickly. Raul started tø yell at Echø and me før reasøns that were beyønd being damn stupid. He wøuld send us tø bed early withøut føød før the rest øf the day. I wøuld have tøld sømeøne abøut øur abuse at høme, but neither Echø ør I were brave enøugh tø stand up tø him.

Søøn, he started tø turn very sexual tøwards us. When I was abøut ten, I was getting intø the shøwer when he came in. "Hey, Ash,", he said, "lemme shøw yøu where tø shave." I wasn't anywhere NEAR shaving, yet, sø using the cømmøn sense I had, tøld him straight up, "nø.".

Sømething inside Raul snapped, and he instantly slammed and løcked the bathrøøm døør. I screamed før my sister, since Mum was øut shøpping, and Raul tøøk høld øf me. He held me døwn øn the cøld bathrøøm fløør. "ECHØ!" I cried. Echø finally started tø pøund øn the døør as Raul felt my naked bødy sløwly, feeling every curve and every inch øf it.

"ASHLEY!" I heard Echø screamed frøm the øther side øf the døør. "I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"

"No, you're not," Raul said back, løud enøugh før Echø tø hear. "If you so dare touch that phone, both of you and your mother, will be dead. Literally." I blinked my teary eyes and there was silence øn the øther side øf the døør. Neither øne øf us wanted tø get killed, ør get Mum killed. Neither øne øf us ever tøld Mum ør anybødy abøut the incident.

Raul didn't tøuch me after that før a few years. He kept his distance, and I kept mine. Møstly.

I was laying in bed, trying tø get søme sleep, when I heard Echø's døør øpen. I knew that she didn't get up in the middle øf the night. She never had a reasøn tø. Sløwly and quietly, I gøt øut øf my bed and carefully creeped my døør øpen. I tip-tøed øut øf my røøm just as Echø's døør clicked shut. I støød in frønt øf it, wøndering if it was wørth tø peek in and check øn my ølder sister.

I heard søme føøtsteps frøm inside. Then I heard the squeaking øf the bed. I assumed that Echø was just getting back in bed. But what had she gøtten up før? There was a muffled søund cøming frøm within the røøm. Then a few søft thumps øf cløthes hitting the fløør. Panic started tø rise in me as the muffled søund gøt løuder.

"Shut it, bitch!" I heard a male voice hiss frøm inside. My heart beat faster as I realised what was gøing øn. I knew whø had øpened the døør. I knew whø the vice belønged tø. I knew whø was raping my sister. Raul. Within seconds, I dashed døwn tø my mum's røøm and came in søbbing and panicking.