Lost Creepy Pasta

Chapter 1

Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock…

That’s all I could focus on at school today. I didn’t really care about what we were learning in Science. Just daydreaming like always.

Splat…    

Is what I heard while feeling some wet things hit my neck.

“Ewww…” I thought while taking them off my skin. Then another one hits my forearm.

“Just encore them”

Something feels different today. Just not right, like something special’s gonna happen. Not a good kind of special though.

“Someone really wants to piss me off today. I can feel it” I thought a little steamed.

“Kayla..” someone whisered. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere. I turned all around looking for someone trying to get in touch with me of some kind.

 RING~~~~~

“Thank God” I huff under my breath.

I run straight out the door feeling the need to punch someone. Yes, I have anger issues don’t judge. Once I get about a mile away from the school. I stop running and cool down. I land right next to my favorite tree and climb up. I like it here because no one’s ever around. I sit on my favorite branch and take out my usual sketch pad.

What to draw…What to draw?

I search through millions of drawings and poems. Each and everyone unique in it’s own way. Most of them are scary and creepy. I’m that girl that sits in the corner and is really weird. Everyone has one of those girls or guys in their schools.

I couldn’t think of anything so I got my phone out and read some short horror stories to lighten me up. Yes, I said lighten me up that’s what creepy things do to me. Someone’s head gets chopped off I relax. Weird I know, been told millions of times maybe, billions. But, that’s just me. I started reading The Ben Drowned creepy pasta. I never really read that one much cause it wasn’t that scary. Ohh, something coming out my computer I thought mockingly. Half way in the story I just gave up. “Boring!” I yelled out loud covering my mouth right after in shock. “Hehe…” Looking for a better story I heard someone yell.

“Hey! I’m scary.” I jumped a little getting ready to pounce.

“Shut up dude! She’s gonna hear you!” other male voice said. They sounded like kids about my age.

What the? I thought.

 Crap people! Probably kids from school here to do something to me.

I jumped down the tree and ran as fast as my skinny little legs could take me. My chestnut brown hair was dancing in the wind like millions of leaves on a fall day. The sun was shining rite in my eyes so I couldn’t see where I was going. My heart was pounding right out of my chest. At least that’s what it felt like. Once I got a little closer to home I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I ran even faster than ever before. (If that’s even possible) I got this eerie feeling so, my mind told me faster. Just about when my legs where going to give up on me. I finally saw my house. It was the first time ever that I was happy to be near this dump. I got inside slamming the door behind me huffing and puffing. My mind was so blurry at the monument. So I went to go grab a bottle of water but, the eerie feeling came back. I kinda liked it…So I just left the bottle there and started walking up the stairs slowly… So if anything was to jump out at me I would be ready for it. 

Kayla….

What the hell? It’s the same voice from before. Kayla….

I kept hearing my name be whispered over and over coming from everywhere. The halls, the door, even rite in front of me. I start to get a little freaked out so I walked a little faster than before. Not much though.

We miss you…

SLAM! I finally ran up the steps and shut my door.

I couldn’t take it any longer. It was too weird…

What were those noises?! What the fuck was that? To many things to deal with. I can’t even think right now. I thought running though the list of classmates in my school. No one I knew would go through that trouble to get to me. I just blend in with the class. Sometimes my mind reminds me. Ok, ok I usually stand out and get bullied but, whatever.

Wait, did they get to my house? I did hear foot steps behind me. And whispering. I think?

I look out my window hoping to see someone watching me. No luck… again. I always get the feeling of someone watching me even before all this craziness. But, whenever I look no one is there. I can’t explain it. I get this feeling so often that it’s normal.

Tap tap..

“What the?” I look out my window to see nothing.

Great now I’m hearing things! I think I’m just going insane.

I close my window in frustration and run face first into my bed.

Why does life have to be so hard?! I think. I wish that I could just curl up in a ball and drift away. Forever. No one would miss me.

Kayla… I hear some mysterious voice whisper. 

I jump up in fright and grab my pocket knife from my boot.  

“Who’s there?” I shake with fright in hopes no one is.

No one….

“Hello?!?”

Still no one answers…

“Stop talking to yourself!” I mentally yell. The voices start getting louder and louder.

Please just stop….

Voices over and over… Just over and over… They won’t leave me alone!

“STOP!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DISSERVE THIS!”

I start pulling at my hair going insane. I feel as if my head is about to explode.

Whispering won’t stop!

Kayla…Death…Hurt…Pain…Knife…

It’s like a chant. Over and over and over. There’s only one way to stop this.

“Please just stop…. It hurts…” I weakly cry.

The knife slicing my hands. I scream bloody murder but, no one can hear. No one cares. The pain is terrifying, just over and over it rips my skin in half. The pain… now feels good, delightful actually. I sigh in relief.

Wait! I don’t remember going to the bathroom to start?!?

I look down at my hands to see the skin burnt off. All of it, I just see blood, bones, and burnt pieces of flesh.

Before I can even react. I feel the darkness pull my under. Everything surrounding me fades into the abyss. Just all black…. Dark…. Torturous…

(A/N) Hi my name is Kayla. I know, I know I suck at writing and all that. But, I love to read so I wanted to give it a chance. So if you want me to keep writing just message me and just tell me you know! BAI! :D)