Shyanne {a Shyanne creepypasta origin.}

My First Kill

After I cleaned up my cuts, I put on a tank top to show them off.

My bloodlust was taking me over and the one word I could here in my head was kill said by the unmistakable voice of Shyanne.

After a while of sitting alone and feeling like was going crazy. I called my mom.
"I'm going to a friend's house," I told her and she said that was fine. But I didn't. I went to the mirror in my room and looked at myself.

"Shyanne," I whispered. "Show me what you look like." I heard a laugh and then the mirror image of me was turned into something very different. Her hair was the same dirty blond as mine, but there was blood throughout it. Her eyes were red with black circles around them and there was blood dripping from each on. Her teeth were razor sharp, and there was blood coming from her lips. She had the same cuts on her arms that I'd just created on mine. Her shirt was ripped in all sorts of places with blood trailing down her body. I jumped.

"This is me." She laughed. "And I am you."

"No you're not! You told me you're in my mind-"

"Anthony is coming back now. I can taste his blood already."

When she said that, at first I was stunned. Then I smiled with the same pointy smile as her. I watched as my eyes turned red like her's. Blood began trailing down my face and I smiled wider. It was a beautiful red. And I could not wait to get revenge on Anthony for treating me like shit all this time.

I heard the door unlock and I laughed. I gripped my knife in my hand that I hadn't noticed before.

"Hello?" Anthony asked. I laughed again and my laugh became demonic. There was a small voice in my head telling me to stop or to snap out of it, but I shoed that annoying little nusiance away and began walking down the hall towards him.

"What the fuck?" he asked with fear visable in his voice.

"H-hi Anthony," I said holding back the laughter.

"T-that isn't you," he decided quickly.

I nodded, "yes. It is."

I pulled my knife upwards, and he became bugeyed.
"Y- you're not allowed to have knives!" he yelled.

"I don't play by the rules," informed him and stabbed him repeatedly in the stomach. He screeched in pain, which only made me laugh more. He began coughing, blood pouring out of his mouth. I decided to end his miserly, only for my satisfaction in hearing him no longer screaming. I stabbed him as hard as I could in the temple and laughed wickedly as the life left his eyes.

I could hear sirens off in the distance, but getting closer. "Goddammit, someone called the cops to ruin my fun." I closed my eyes and imagined Jeff's house. "Why not?" I said as the ground shifted bellow me.

"What the fuck happened to you!?" Jeff blurted out as his eyes widened to their full capability.

"That was amazing," was the only thing I said to him as I sat down on the couch; Jeff, Ej, and Ben all looking at me like I had two heads.