Dark Changes// Creepypasta

Chapter 7

I woke up by someone shaking me violently, I groaned and tried to pull the covers over me more to get whoever it was to stop, "Jess wake the hell up, the police are gonna be here soon." I heard Wills voice say, I opened my eyes tiredness still evident in my body and slowly but surely sat up slightly.

Will was sat on my bed already dress in some black training bottoms and a grey t-shirt, he put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze, "I can go to your room and get you some clothes if you want?" I nodded in reply now fully sat up with my feet dangling over the side of the bed. He got up and left his room to go to my room and I just sat there for a moment.

I felt weird, I don't really know how to explain it but I just felt different... I stood and walked over to Will's mirror and looked over myself, my dark circles were a lot more prominent than a couple of days ago and my hair was slightly matted with dirt sticking my hair together in clumps.

Eww I thought as my nose scrunched up at my appearance, my cheeks were slightly sunken in on my face and my hands were covered in a dark substance.

Upon noticing the substance I pulled my hands up into view of my eyes and inspected it. It looked like ink, it covered my fingertips and stretched down to the bases of my fingers even covering my knuckles slightly, what the fuck. Will walked in and looked at my hands, "What is that?" he said curiously putting my clothes on the bed and grabbing my hands.

After he inspected them and he took his hands away, "That is strange its not staining my hands but it looks like ink." I just stayed silent staring at my hands.

He cleared his throat and I looked at him and he pointed to the clothes on my bed, "I hope these are okay for you, I tried my best to find something that would look okay. You can shower before if you want in my shower before getting changed i'm gonna go to the living area and wait there for you and Rebecca okay?" Will said, "Okay I'll see you in a minute." I replied, my voice sounded different. Will looked like he noticed giving me a curious eyebrow raise but brushed it off and walked out of his room.

I got in the shower and started to scrub my hands, thank god it was coming off i thought to myself as the black inky substance dripped onto the floor.

The warm water was amazing I felt instantly better, I washed my hair with some shampoo I found and made sure to wash my whole body. There was a slight stinging on my back which made me hiss slightly, wtf.

After about 5 minutes I got out of the shower and used the towel that Will put on his toilet seat and dried myself off, the stinging feeling was still on my back so I wiped the mirror off getting rid of the condensation build up and turned around looking over my shoulder. My face paled as I saw the same symbol that was on the note was now carved into my upper back on my shoulder blade. I frantically tried to wipe it off hoping that it was just pen or something but the pain proved me otherwise. I was breathing really heavily what was going on? I ran through my hands through my hair while looking in the mirror and noticed my hands, they weren't covered in that black substance but my hand was a grey colour. I looked at the other to see that it was also grey, what the hell is going on?! It looked like it had travelled further down my hands as almost my whole hands were grey now.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to do something but I couldn't I had to get ready, the police would be here soon.

I left the bathroom and walked over to my clothes and looked over what Will picked, a pair of black leggings, a white loose crop top and my dark burgundy hoodie. I quickly chucked them on and put on the pair of white shoes that Will brought over to me as well and then left his room pushing the thoughts of the symbol on my back and my changed skin colour to the back of my head. As I continued walking I made sure to pull my sleeves down over my hands to hid the grey dead colour that was covering them I also looked at the time, 10:12.

When I reached the communal area almost everyone was there, they all seemed to be listening to what Will and Rebecca was saying when Will finally noticed me everyone else turned. It felt weird having all this attention on me and I crossed my arms in front of my body a blank expression spreading along my face, Caleb was the first to move coming over to me and engulfing me in a hug followed by a couple of others.

Turns out Will and Rebecca told them all about what happened last night everyone was mostly worried about me and Mark as I had to be on my own and Mark well he was stabbed in the leg so it made sense.

We all sat talking about our experience, everyone looked mortified when I told them my side however, some did seem a bit skeptical when we all mentioned slenderman which I didn't blame them really it does sound ridiculous.

At about 10:30 there was a knock on our door followed by a click indicating it had been unlocked then walked in student living ambassadors along with two policemen, I gulped and me Will and Rebecca shared a look. They asked for us to come with them and we bid goodbye to our flatmates and left.

The ride wasn't very long as the police station was about 5 minuted away from the university and upon arrival we saw Mark standing by the entrance with bandages around his leg and crutches waving at us slightly a forced smile across his features, he was obviously in pain but didn't want to show it. We ran over and being careful not to throw him off balance or hurt his leg and brought him into a group hug. After a couple of minutes just holding each other we separated and the police brought us into the station and sitting us in the waiting room, we mostly sat in silence none of us not really knowing what to say.

The first to get called was Rebecca she was gone for about 10 minutes, then they took Mark, then Will and finally after 30 minutes of waiting I was taken into the room for questioning. According to what the others said it felt like they were being interrogated and they weren't believing our 'story' as they put it, I was very nervous as I walked into the small concrete room. I laid my eyes on what was in front of me, it was a steel cold table with two chairs either side, one was occupied by a man in a brown suit who was probably in his mid 20's with ash blonde hair that looked well kept not a hair out of place I gulped this was not going to be fun.