To Hell and Back (A Creepypasta FanFic)

4. Revealed

 I have a question for you alllll. Does Ticci Toby have a quote like the rest? Like Jeff has "Go to sleep" and Ben has "You should have done that" or "You have met with a terrible fate, haven't you?". I couldn't find one for Toby, so I made one up. In Toby's bio it says that he developed a taste for human flesh because of when he chewed most of the flesh from his fingers off. Soooo I used that :) Btw thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy! And maybe if you really, really like it subscribe? or at least follow the story by adding the story to your libraries. THANKS ! 

Serena was sound asleep. She looked so peaceful and innocent... like I once was. I allowed her to stay at my house and sleep in my bed, like I did whenever she came over in the middle of the night. It was now about 1Am. I tried sleeping on the coach but I gave up. There was this nagging feeling that something was going to happen. So I stood at my window the entire night so that I was able to watch outside and Serene at the same time. I looked over to Serena who faced me. Her breathing was gentle and she had dried tears on her cheeks. I smiled sadly at her. Something then passed through the side of my eye and I quickly looked at the street. There stood three figures, all three wearing hoodies. One white, one black and one brown with stripped arms and a blue hood. They all had their heads down so I couldn’t see their faces. Then I did the stupidest thing known to human possibilities. I blinked.

And they were gone.

I frowned and turned to look at Serena who was still sleeping soundlessly as ever. I stared at her for a few seconds before a sudden pain hit me. Well, more specifically, my stomach. It was burning. I only then realized that it has been burning like this for more than two days now, I was just too stubborn to do anything about it and ignored it. It, was, hunger. I glanced at Serena, then outside. Nothing. I opened the door and quickly checked outside and my room once more, before sprinting down stairs into the hall. I opened the closet door and grabbed my Bakugan backpack and opened it, seeing my black hoodie. I pulled out my hoodie and searched for a pocket where I pulled a heart out. Happy eating. I thought to myself, before I committed a despicable act by eating the heart. But I was careful to not get to much blood on my face, so that I could get it off easily. After finishing one heart, I placed the hoodie back in the backpack, zipped it closed and threw it into the closet. I went to the bathroom to clean my face. Once I was finished I went back into my room. I was relieved to find everything untouched.

Well, that’s what I thought at first glance anyway…

The window was open.  

I rushed over to Serena and pulled the blanket off. She was still sleeping soundlessly, gentle breathing and no injuries whatsoever. I placed the blanket on her once more before I noticed what was different. Something dripped from the ceiling onto my head. I looked up to see a note pinned into the ceiling with a bloody knife.  My eyes went wide. And just this morning I had to get blood out of my hair! I though angrily. I stood there for about ten minutes, thinking of how to get it down from there without waking Serena up. I quietly made my way over to the bedside table and took the lap off, placing it on the ground next to it. I took my cell phone, which was charging, unplugged it and placed it on my dresser. I removed the drawer and placed it on the other side of the room, out of the way. I quietly picked the table up and placed it under the note. I climbed onto the table with caution and tried reaching up. I was literally about a hand’s length out. I moaned in annoyance (but silently) and got off. I went to my school bag, silently zipped it open and pulled my ruler out. I got back on the table and reached my arm up but this time with the ruler. It reached, but the knife was so wedged in that I couldn’t just whack the knife out or something. I pressed the ruler next to the tip of the knife and began to try and make a dent so that the knife would slide a little out. I did it on both sides until the knife fell… I’m an absolute genius, aren’t I? The knife dug itself into my brain from above my head. I also screamed at the impact but managed to suppress it as the blood rolled down my head. I slowly got off the table and grabbed the note which fell and made my way into the bathroom. On the note were three sentences written, all three in blood but each sentence was a different hand witting.