Creepypastas

The self-esteem killer

Authors note: I searched through my readied files found this humor filled gem. I'll write something creepy soon again, but I think this will be a good story to come back on.

It was late at night, lightning crackled from outside, causing Sara to practically jump up out of her skin. She pulled the protective blankets back up over her head, and cowered under the pillow, whimpering a little as she let the tears stream effortlessly from her eyes.

It was a sad affair, really, it was.  She had just been through the worst breakup she had ever experienced. The man that she had been with for two years had left her, complaining that she was just so emotionally unstable. She took these words to heart, and managed to hold off the salty flood until he moved everything that he owned out of the apartment, and left it to her, saying that he didn’t want it to become a “Big deal.” To quote a fool.

And now, for the first time in so long, she had to spend the night, alone, in the dark. She now regretted never buying a night light, something she had as a childhood comfort, but the darkness seemed so thick that she almost thought the dim light produced by the average night light would have little to no effect.

The apartment shook as a bolt struck the ground next to her building. She jumped once more, knowing that it just couldn’t get any worse than it was.

The phone rang with a defying persistence.

She reached over to the bed side table, and picked it up, knowing it wouldn’t bring good news.

It was her ex.

With a vain hope, she opened the text, praying to a higher deity that he was going to take her back, but knowing full well that was an unlikely outcome.

I forgot that the TV is mine too. Doesn’t matter seeing as how I didn’t have the space for it in my car anyway. So I will be back for it tomorrow, I hope that is okay with you’re busy schedule that I know you have.

Dave.

“Not the TV!” She exclaimed loudly. He knew her favorite program would come on the next day; she would have to wait until it was posted on the internet to find out what happened between Jenna and Bruce. And the comment about her schedule was an obvious jab at her lack of a busy schedule. This was simply the worst, so she figured. But at least she had the ottoman to match the couch. Without that, the presentation of the room just wouldn’t look right.

Another text.

Also, the ottoman is mine too. I’ll be picking that up with the TV.

Bye.

Another burst of emotion came forth. She rocked back and forth on the bed, unsure how to carry on with her night.

Another text.

Now she was really upset, she made up her mind, deciding that she would give him a piece of her mind, show him that she is stronger than he thought.

This is your mother.

I have bad news. Your sister, Lilly, has just passed away. Unfortunately she had a heart attack while driving her car.

Now Sara was sure everything was against her on that night. She was readying her fingers to reply, sure that her mom was playing some kind of trick.

Another text.

She hit a squirrel while the car was screeching off the road… I’m sorry to say that the squirrel didn’t make it either.