Synyster Shadows - creepypasta

Synyster Times Arrive

I was a wreck, this was the third murder this week, and the third to be left unexplained. I would have reported my psychotic brother Synyster (fitting name, not his real name, his real name was Darius but he preferred Synyster, still fitting) but he was killed five years ago in a police shooting after he mutilated our parents and almost did the same to me. Checking the locks for the millionth time, I deem it safe and head upstairs to at least try to get some sleep, which was close to impossible at the moment.

The alarm blares out. Nine o clock. Turning over in the sheets I reach for the snooze button but abandon the idea when my blurry eyes lock on a small figure at my bedside. Terrified, I shoot up screaming to find that the figure was my five year old daughter Cassie. "Oh gosh! Cassie you scared me!" she giggled, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Eventually she lets my get out of the cocoon of quilts and we go to make breakfast. As I put out our food Cassie manages to switch on the TV, it's on the news.

"And in other news in Riverside, California- America, its fourth homicide has been committed, the victim, fifty seven year old Rube Stevens, was stabbed to death with an unknown weapon, like the last three, detectives suspect the killer's motive was cannibalism as several of the victims' wounds in all accounts were coated in a saliva like substance-" I grab the remote and change channels, hoping Cassie was spaced out, I was wrong. She stared at me with the most serious face.

"Mommy, I needed to watch that," eyebrows furrowing I ask her why. "Because Mr Toothy told me it was his work and I needed to know about it," my eyes widened, I'd known about her imaginary friend 'Mr Toothy' for a while now, it started as her just looking out the window on to an empty street and talking to him, but it was forever getting worse, she insisted he was real and said the most creepy things were the faults of him and the friends that 'Mr Toothy' talked about. 

"Cassie. Stop. Mr Toothy isn't real, he didn't do that," she shook her head and began to scream.

"HE IS REAL! MR TOOTHY IS MY FRIEND!"

Suddenly I lose all control and lash out at her. Shouting, screaming and crying were the overall sounds in the room "YOU'RE INSANE, HE'S NOT REAL YOU STUPID CHILD!" my arm seems to control itself when it goes to strike Cassie. It all goes black after that.

This was the second time my eyes had fluttered open today, but this time my head was the only thing lying down, on the table's wooden surface with an empty bottle of wine, how'd I manage to forget opening a bottle of this? My eyes dart around, searching for Cassie, I could have done anything in my drunken rage. Surprisingly my first choice was the right one, she was sat in the garden, facing the outside fence, talking to herself. "Who are you talking to?" stupid question. Her face scrunches up in fear as she denies talking to anyone. Just to be safe I peer over the fence. Nothing.

A few days later I'm coming home after dropping Cassie at school, when I notice a scrap of paper on the door mat. What it read made me think the impossible.

Hey Tia-leaf 

Have you figured it out yet? I'll give you a big hint. Your sweet little daughter has already told you the answer. It's me you whore, hope you get what's coming to you.

Syn.

My brother might not be dead.

Immediately I ring the police, they're over in minutes to take the new evidence away. They could keep it, I didn't want Cassie knowing about him. As a precaution I bought a phone for emergencies, just in case this happened again.

In the next few days I got a letter from the police to come and specify that the body they had dug up from his grave was him. A strange request as five years of decomposing should had left him rotted beyond recognition, and isn't that disrespecting the dead? But reasonable for my peace of mind.