Creepy pasta

chapter 26 - the real story

Song-
Wicked Dreams by Epic Boy
Milk & Cookies by Melanie Martinez
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Once upon a time, there was a young nice boy named Jeff- me. The boy who I was will never be noticed or seen. I was lurking behind the trees, eating lunch by myself. I hated eating with my family so I decided to eat out in the wilderness.

I heard soft mumbling and laughing so I decided to check it out, and to my curiosity, there was little adorable girl laying against the tree.

I approached her telling her not to be frighten, that I will not cause any harm, but did I ever say that words can hurt even if it was coming from a child? No, because people don't take them seriously. But I did.

I didn't realize how a child can hurt people feelings. I was three year older than her and she was yet so rude to me.

I was trying to be a gentlemen to her. She only teased me and hurt my feelings. She probably didn't know it hurts but it did. Terribly.

One day later, she was laying against the same old tree talking about her favorite name Jaw. Her dad told her he loved that name because he thought it was a strong name. She said she was a strong girl, she wanted to be a strong and powerful girl.

For some unknown reason, I wanted to hurt her feeling so I teased her and said that name was only for losers. She had tears in her eyes, and her rude mouth decided to move on it own, saying things that didn't make sense but I understood.

She brought her dad secretly the next day. Why? So, he can talk to me. Why was she here in the first place? She just a little girl and she shouldn't be left anywhere near the forest. I practically live here, so there's no reasons why I shouldn't be here.

Her father approached me and told me to stop harassing his daughter and I've done no harm to her. I tried to explain but he wouldn't hear me out. His daughter was going to pay for what she did. Liars go to hell anyways.

The next week, I approached her again and apologized. She didn't accept my apology. How can a six year old be this cruel? I gave a flower I grew myself and she tore it to pieces.

And for the rose part, I warned her father that if she trespasses one more time I will kill him. She stole a rose from my area and gave it to her father- she was clearly stupid and I was ready for what was going to happen. He deserved it for raising a bitch like that.

I visited her father and told him that they'll pay for what she's done. Three years later, I had enough. The past was all I can think of. I've never believed  in love. I was never loved by my parents. They didn't like me. I was bullied and I killed them. I killed everyone who didn't love me. Everyone.

But for some reason, I didn't kill Eleanor. I felt like I should save her for last.

I've watched Eleanor every where she goes, cause where ever she goes, I go.

I've noticed the older she've gotten the mature she is, which was sometimes I despise. Did she really change her personality or am a living a dream?

Everybody has a fake soul, they keep their emotions on the inside. She's a fake just like everyone else.

I wasn't drawn to her, I was simply watching my target because I will get her and kill her.

I will hear her beg and plead when it's her time but I won't hesitate.

They always say 'Last Is The Best' but do they know that the last one is never the winner.

And that's how my urge for revenge began.

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