Creepypasta "Lost Boy" Malu

New Town

I sat there in the quietness of the woods listening to the faint sounds of the insects on the lake. I could have been sitting there for a couple of hours before I heard the unfamiliar sound of cracking in the distance. The sound was too loud to have been an wild animal and it was coming in my direction. I found myself going back towards the water, listening to hear any other noises. My ears picked up two voices in the distance coming closer. "Did you hear about the lore with the young boy that was killed in the middle of the lake?" I heard one girl say before the other responded excitedly with, " Do you really think those stories are true? That's probably just something adults would say to keep their kids from going into the forest at night." There was a short pause before the other girl responded, "I don't know Casey our parents seemed to know what they were talking about, what if the story's were true and there really was a little boy murdered in these woods? Shouldn't we turn back?" I could hear the nervousness in her voice as the sound of the foot stops started to become slower. "Don't go telling me you're scared Tasha, there just a bunch of made up story's. I'll even show you come on!" By the sound of it the girl started running straight in the direction of the lake. "Casey slow down! You're being crazy, we should turn back." But Casey didn't seem to wanna listen, she carried herself until she heard the branch snap. Her legs buckled and she found herself bracing for impact. Skinning her elbows and knees from the blow, when Casey opened her eyes her skin went pale and she couldn't seem to speak. Tasha's heard the snap of the branch and frantically ran after her towards Casey. "Casey are you ok? You took a pretty bad fall." "Yeah... I'm ok." I could hear the nervousness in the girls voice, and her friend must have noticed too. For she took her eyes off Casey and followed her gaze.

I couldn't remember how long it's been since I've seen another living person but then I everything started coming back to me. I was only 11 when when me and my mom had moved into town. The town seemed to be surrounded by wildlife no matter were you looked and had peaceful edge to it, at least that's what I first thought when I arrived.

As a kid I felt on edge trying to adapt to this new place with new things and new people.

It was all very new to me, I had no friends here and no experience with the surrounding area.

My mom enrolled me in school a month later after we finished unpacking. She thought it would help encourage me to make some new friends at least that's what she told me.

Ever since my father left before I was born it had always been just me and my mom. I didn't mind it though, I was a shy kid and my mom was all I needed she worked hard encouraging me to do new things and explore the world to never hold back.

I tried using her advice at school, tried putting my self out there a bit to make some new friends. I learned quickly that the chances for that was little to none, everyone was avoiding me practically ignored my whole entire existence. I later learned the reason as to why everyone was ignoring me they didn't want to get involved with the bullies of the school and seeing how I was new to the area I was their new target. I didn't blame the other kids for not wanting to get involved, but I sometimes wish someone did. I sat alone each lunch, each class, and dreaded the feeling of having to walk home. Each day passed by each day felt the same same school, same classes, same three jerks flicking pebbles at my back trying to get my attention other times they would throw sticks. I would sometimes stubble over the sticks and hear their annoying laughter a few feet away from me. The pebbles and sticks would occasionally leave marks or even scratches on my skin. Their voices echoed in my head calling out to me, "malu, Malu, MALU." I couldn't get them out of my head everyday after the school it was the same thing. Except my name wasn't "Malu" the four of them called me this constantly everyday, for weeks on end. But who was Malu and why were they calling me by their name? When I got home I would rush past my mom and avoid her when I got home even going as far as to be late when walking in the door. The thought circled in my head, Who Was Malu? I decided to do some researching and found out that Malu was the name of a student that used to attend the school. They had to leave due to constant harassment and targeted bullying. The parents threatened to sue if the school didn't do something about it. But the families where about were unknown, and the school didn't allow the situation to be brought up.