We were best friends.
My name is Mandy O'Rally, and my best friend, Sierra, was obsessed with creepypastas.
She would wear all black and red clothing, and loved the dark gothic fashion. She had red hair, green eyes, and a freckled face, but she dyed her hair black, wore contacts to make her eyes blood red, and wore makeup to cover her freckles.
I personally enjoyed the pastel gothic fashion, with light pinks and blues and purples. I have blonde hair and grayish-blue eyes, and I dyed my hair to have pinkish highlights.
I was never really interested in creepypastas, but Sierra just wouldn't shut up about them. I know a couple popular ones like Slenderman and Jeff the Killer, mostly because she would practically shove them down my throat. She was always talking about how she wanted to kill people, as a sacrifice to the creepypastas, and then become one herself, and then marry some of them apparently.
"Oh my starships, Jeff is so cute~!" I heard her swoon once or twice. I'm not sure what she sees in a guy with burnt eyelids and a smile carved on his face, but I just let her do her own thing.
She talks about "potential sacrifices" and who she might try to kill to get her imaginary world. But we've been the best of friends since we we're five, and we're sixteen now. I doubt I'd be a potential target.
She came over to my place one day, and we decided to go deep in the woods to go camping for the night. We could roast marshmallows, tell spooky stories, and sleep in a tent! We were walking over to our camping area, there was a hatchet on a stump, and I figured we could use it for chopping wood for the campfire.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this."
"Wha-"
I'm cut off as Sierra comes at me with a large knife, tearing deep wounds into my left side. She struck hard across my face as I bled out with a scream. I was terrified. Out of my sheer will to get out alive I reach for the closest thing next to me to defend myself.
My eyes opened.
Sierra, my best friend for years, laid dead on the ground, her limbs chopped off of her corps. She had bled to death. I looked in my hands to find a hatchet covered in her blood. My body quivered as I looked at my wounds. They were deep, and still bleeding. My vision blurred as the ground suddenly started getting closer...
I got up what felt like hours later, with the cuts still bleeding. My skin was now pale, almost like a ghost. "How am I not dead?" I whispered to myself. "I should probably get to hospi-" I cut myself off, looking at my friend's body. 'I just killed a person' I thought. "I can't go back... I can never go back." I panicked as I grabbed the hatchet and began to run deeper into the woods, my feet felt like nothing as I practically glided through the forest. It was midnight now, I used the moonlight to guide my path.
I wasn't sure where I was going, but I wasn't going to let anything like that happen again. I can't trust anything.
Months later, Sierra's body was found with the killer still unknown. Mandy had reportedly gone missing, and is now supposedly dead.
There have been many reports of people going missing in those woods later on, many of which were suspicious of things. Those who came out of the forest alive claimed they saw a strange figure with a hatchet silhouetted against the moonlight, some even witnessing the figure killing others. They have dubbed this figure the Moonlight Maniac, and people who live in the area are warned to stay out of the woods, especially at night.
