Creepy Tales

Deadly Distraction

There's something I'll never forget. Never. It has always stayed with me and it will to the grave. And it's absolutely unexplainable. People call me a liar and other people just call me downright crazy. I had woken up on a Tuesday morning...

The sun was shining bright in my eyes through my thin curtains. I covered my eyes with my arm momentarily to shield them from the sunlight and got out of bed. I moved my arm away from my face and that's when I realized. There was a tattoo of a girl's face on my arm, one that had never been there before, one I couldn't recognize.

My eyes widened and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. A tattoo. A tattoo of a girl with shoulder length hair and a big smile on her face. She had one visible earring that was the shape of two hearts overlapping each other. The skin around it was red like it was new, like it was healing. I had been out with friends the night before, but there was no way I had gotten drunk enough to get a tattoo...and of someone I didn't even know.

My head was spinning with questions as I walked into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and my hair. As crazy as this was, I still had to get to work, so I got dressed and went outside to get in my car. I should've stayed home. Could've prevented it all. I was almost halfway to work when I heard my phone buzz. Thinking it could be about my mother, who was in the hospital at the time, I grabbed it quickly and looked at the screen. I had looked for just a second. Nothing more than a second.

I realized it was only a meaningless notification right before I heard a loud noise and felt a jolt. I immediately stopped the car. I dropped my phone in shock, it landing in the passenger seat. I had just ran over something. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car door, my eyes wide and full of fear. Animal or human being, I would've felt incredibly terrible either way.

I walked over to the front of my car and covered my mouth with my hand instantly in shock, tears threatening to flow out of my eyes. I dropped to my knees at the sight of seeing a girl laying in front of my car, face down. I turned her over gently to examine her face, tears running down mine. My eyes widened even more and I felt goosebumps rise on my arms, a shiver go down my spine. She was without a doubt, the girl tattooed on my arm.

Even with her eyes closed, face bloodied, hair a slight mess, I recognized her immediately. In her ears she had the same earrings. Two hearts overlapping. I checked for a pulse even though I knew what was coming. Nothing. I looked up and then around me to see if anyone was nearby. There was a woman in front of her house who was covering her mouth with both hands who instantly ran inside, probably to call the police.

I got up to get my phone from the car and I called 911 to tell them what happened. I obviously didn't tell them about the tattoo, though. After this incident I had immediately gone to every nearby tattoo place and asked if I could get the tattoo removed but it was always way too expensive for me. I didn't have a lot of money. But after a while of working, I had eventually gotten enough money to get it removed.

So I walked into the tattoo place and told them what I wanted. As I was waiting, I realized that if I'm going to get this tattoo of her removed, it'd be like her dying all over again. I'd rather keep it- or- her then have her removed. So I made sure to tell them to cancel it and I went home. I've shared my experience on social media since then and sure, lots of people believe me or support me but there's also plenty that leave hateful comments which I've gotten used to by now.

Many people in my comments and private messages tell me I should get "R.I.P." or "I'm sorry", etc. below or above the tattoo but I never consider those ideas because I choose to believe that when I look at my arm, that there she is, looking at me, smiling, vibrant....alive.