Creepypasta!

Glitchy Morgan

~WARNING: VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!~

For starters, I am a glitch. A glitch in a Hangouts call.

Yes. You heard me right. Hangouts.

Hangouts is overthrown by Skype, and if you use Hangouts, you're seen as a "loser."

But I'm more of a parasite than a glitch.

You see, if I get into a Hangouts call, I have access over everything connected to that Internet connection. I can find out names, addresses, phone numbers, credit card information, everything.

I also have control over everything ON that Internet connection.

I'll describe myself to you, seeing as I'm more elaborate than other glitches.

I'm a human. I'm a human who is able to become a glitch.

I have no pinkie toes, and I have a 6th finger on both hands. I only have one eye, and my ears are pointy. My hair is unnaturally huge, and I'm always followed around by little squares of myself.

"Heh. A call. Let's join in." I smirk.

I press the "Join Call," button. Of course, me being a glitch, they do not see any visible signs of another person in the call.

"So. What are we gonna do about her?" I hear a male voice say.

"She's a glitch. We can't talk about her on a site she's on!" The other man responds.

"Relax. She can't hear us. She's in bed." Man 1 smirks.

"We should just kill her. It's better for us to get her off of this world. If she finds out our identities and she hears this call, we're fucked." Man 2 says.

I decide to press the button that allows them to see me join the call.

"Hey guys!" I greet.

"Oh, uh, h-hey Morgan." Man 1 says.

Xx

I was safely tucked away in my bed. No harm could be done to me, right?

Wrong.

I hear my door get slammed open. Footsteps running everywhere for a look into my room. I already know it's the men from earlier.

Heh. I'm ready.

I hold the handle of the knife I had laying under my pillow, and my other hand on the gun.

Time to go.

I look up when my door opens, seeing the two men.

"Hello boys." I snarl.

I pull the weapons away from the pillow and I stand up.

"Heh." I growl.

I look at the men. They were looking for a bloodlust.

Now.

I closed the door from my spot in front of my window.

Again.

I could hear furniture slam agaisnt my fragile door.

"What the hell is wrong with this chick?" Man 1 says.

"I don't fucking know!" Man 2 replies.

"Ladies. Ladies. We're all safe here." I smirk.

Heh.

With the snap of my fingers, the window was bordered up.

"So. You two are intruding, am I right?" I question.

"No fucking shit Captain Obvious." Man 2 screams.

"Geez. Potty mouth." I mutter.

I guess he'll go first.

I glare at Man 1, who is named Shin, and he gets pinned up to the wall by my guard cat, Mia. She's visible to me, but invisible to others.

"What the fuck are you?!" Man 2, named Digby, asks.

"A glitch in a Hangouts call." I say.

I swing at him with my knife. His knife collides with mine, and my eyes grow wider with excitement.

I pistol-whipped him. His body falling towards the floor, and my stomach left with a slash.

I loom over his dark figure, and crack a smile.

I slash at his forehead. I stop at nothing, I keep slashing at his forehead with the hope he'll just die already.

After a while, I can't do anymore damage to his forehead, so I proceed to cut his stomach open. The amount of horror on his face is too high to count.

"You won't be needing these!" I say while I carefully throw his intestines into the closet.

"This needs to go, too!" I say while I remove his gallbladder.

"In fact, this isn't important." I say while I successfully pull his heart out of his own body.

He lets out a yelp of pain before he goes limp. I shove his heart into a small box.

I look over at Shin, who looks disgusted and terrified.

I pick up the entirely black gun from my carpet, and put my finger on the trigger. Before I let him respond, I pull it back. I watch the bullet land in his arm.

Unsuccessful.

I drop the gun and lunge towards the figure. My knife stabs into his stomach, and I drag the knife down, stopping a little above his pelvis.

"Goodbye." I say with sympathy.

I pull the knife out of his body, and I stab at his head with all the force in my frail body.

He yelps, then falls to the ground.

"Morgan? Are you okay in there?" I hear my Father yell.

I gulp, then look at the window.

Undo undo undo!

It does nothing. So I kick the wood until I see a mess of broken glass and wood chips on the grass.

I hop out of the window and run through the flower-filled meadow, leaving a bloody trail behind me.

Okay. Guys. I'M NOT INSANE! I'VE JUST BEEN READING SOME CREEPYPASTAS LATELY, AND I GOT INSPIRATION TO WRITE ANOTHER ONE!

Whale, bOI my little Narnians!

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