Short Creepy Stories

White Rose

I lived in a small neighborhood which was usually quiet. I had my best friend who lived next door to me. Her name was Willow. She loved the color white. She had very blonde hair, which was almost white itself, along with her skin. So soft and milky which brought out her beautiful sapphire eyes. Her favorite flower was a white rose which she always had inside her home somewhere in a vase her parents kept. When we were little I asked why she liked the color white so much. She never gave me an answer, only gazing at the flowers on the table, saying "it's just beautiful." I didn't question her any further.

When we entered middle school people would whisper about her, saying how she looked and acted like a ghost. Willow was quiet and  Swift and steady as if she were floating. Her beautiful long blonde hair blowing back as she walked. I would stick up for her and ask what the other kids were staring at and they would quickly turn away. In high school I started to fall more in love with her. Her graceful and quiet ways captivated me and I fell a little harder every day. I asked her to be my girlfriend one day and she smiled that sweet smile at me and accepted. The time we shared our first kiss I lost myself in her ocean eyes. We dated all through out high school and people had already gotten used to her ghost like ways. They didn't judge as much but would still stare at her in wonder, curious as to what was going on in that pretty blonde head of hers.

A few years after high school I asked Willow to marry me. She smiled that same beautiful smile she did when I first asked to to be my girlfriend and said yes. I gave her a ring with a beautiful sapphire in the middle, the same color as her eyes. Our wedding had beautiful bouquets of white roses and a tall white cake. Willow was overjoyed and we said our vows. We lived in a small house together and were living a pretty easy going life when everything started to change. Willow's hair tips were starting to turn darker. They started first turning a slight gray until the tips were finally pure black. The black was starting to go up until finally after a long while, her hair was fully black. She didn't seem upset by this but I sure was. I asked why her hair was changing but she never answered me. Only saying "The less you know the better." I cringed at her words but I didn't push her for answers. I just watched her as she sat at the table, looking at the white roses in the vase with a blank stare.

More months passed and Willow was still changing. Her hair was still black and she was starting to become creepier. I would wake up to her hovering over me, with that blank stare. I would jump and ask what she was doing. She wouldn't say a word, only get back into bed and face her back to me. Her clothing was changing too. She would start to wear grays and then slowly go darker until she would always wear black. The only things that weren't changing were her eyes and snow like skin. I was way beyond worried and whenever I asked what was wrong she wouldn't talk, only stare at me with those sky eyes.

One day I woke up and she was staring blankly out our window. I got up slowly and put a hand on her shoulder. She didn't react to it until a few seconds after. Her head quickly turned around so fast her pure black hair swished around like a razor blade and I had to jump back. She was making an inhuman sound, her mouth wide and her blue eyes now opalescent. I kept backing away until I fell on the bed in horror as she walked towards me. I stared at her and I started to have tears fall out of my eyes. She was only inches away from my face when all of a sudden she started to laugh. Not her cute laugh. A crazy laugh. She then looked at me through her clear eyes and fell on the bed beside me, eyes now closed and breathing evenly.

After that night I couldn't sleep again. My eyes always had dark circles, terrified of what she would do next and as more months passed she would still become darker. She no longer wanted white roses. She wanted black ones. I refused to buy them so she bought them herself. She would sit there at the table and just gaze at them every day, murmuring "It's just beautiful" over and over again. She would then talk to me more about death and horrible things and I finally had enough. I told Willow I was going to a friend's house for a couple of days to clear my head of things. She didn't say anything to me and only stared.

I stayed at my friends house for almost a week when I decided to head back to my home and Willow. To my absolute horror I saw her in our room. Not in the bed but hanging in the air, dead, with her head inside a noose. No letter or anything to be seen. Not even a single rose, black or white, left.

I wept for a long time, going into a major depression. I now hated the color white and black, as it brought back memories of Willow, good and bad. I couldn't ever get happy until one day I met another girl named April. She was the sweetest girl. She seemed to be the complete opposite of Willow. She had brunette hair, green eyes and always had colorful clothing. Her favorite flower was a sunflower. We started dating after a while and she started bringing back my happiness.

One day when we were both laying down on the sofa we heard a knock on the door and I told April I would go get it. She smiled at me and nodded. When I opened the door I peered out and saw the clouds covering the sun. There was no one there at my doorstep except one beautiful white rose laying by my feet.