Deadly Games [ Creepypasta/KP Fanfic. ]

3 | Haunting Memories

SCREAM!

A woman crouches at the corner of the room, fear evident on her pale face. She huddles herself closer to the wall, trying to get away from the figure before her. Tears flowing endlessly from her once gleaming emeralds. "G–Get away! Help! Help me! Anna! Where are you?! No! No! Stay back! Y–You... monster..! Monster!"

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Red, Blue, Red, Blue. Those colors signifying the ones which are seen on a police's car. Police cars and an ambulance parked infront of a house. The neighbors come rushing to check out what is going on. Soon, the front of the house is loaded with people.

A little girl runs towards the place, pushing her way through the crowd.

Please.

She squished through, trying to get in.

Be alright.

And out came some police officers. Then, a few other people carrying a stretcher with an unmoving body on top. She shakes her head.

No.

Gasps roll out of the mouths of the people around. Their eyes full of shock. "It's him! H–He's—!" "Don't think such nonsense!"

It can't be.

Everyone moves away, allowing the police officers to get out. What caught the attention of the child was the stretcher. She ran towards the people carrying it.

It's not true. It's not real.

She manages to catch a glimpse. The body of a little boy. His face truly familiar to her. No doubt. It was him. Before they could stop her, she runs past quick like a fox and grabs onto the stretcher.

Upon seeing the face up close, crystal–like liquid forms in her smokey eyes. His face was all pale. The beautiful eyes she called the sky shut tightly.

Her lips quivering. Her hands shaking– whole body shaking. She reaches out her shaky hand and cups it onto his cheek. His cold cheek. Her vision blurs and tears start falling onto his face. She leans onto his chest. There was no beating at all. That dug dug dug sound cannot be heard. Which meant to her...

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"You fucking demon!" the man slaps the child across the cheek. The little girl was sent to the floor, tears welling up. She holds onto her reddened cheek and stares up at her father. W–Why does daddy keep doing these things to me? she thought. What did I do to upset him?

"This is all your fault, you hear?!" he yells at the top of his lungs. "I wish you were never born! You should never have existed!"

She cries and sobs loudly. This made the man much furious. He takes the iron rod from the furnace and pushes the child onto the floor. Pulling her shirt up, he positions the heated iron rod above her stomach and chest.

"This'll serve as your punishment, demon."

With that, he grazes her skin all over. Deeper and deeper he goes. The heat of it causing the child's flesh to burn. She screams and cries in pain. Her begs and struggles were in vain. The pain. Agony. And... anger.

The girl gasps and inhales as if she had lost oxygen. She abruptly sits up from the bed and breathes hard. Placing a hand over her chest, she tells herself

Calm yourself down. It's just a dream.

She relaxes and cools down after a bit. In a while, she lays back onto her bed and tries to go to sleep again. She feels the pillow was somehow wet. Getting up, she examines it. It is wet. Then, she realizes These are my tears.

She didn't want to go back to sleep, for fear, she will have the same dream again. More like, a nightmare of those horrid memories. Sitting up again, she checks the alarm clock. 01:53 AM.

Maybe I'll have a midnight snack she decides. Standing up, she wears her shoes on and brings a sweater. Bringing the keys with her, she spots the mystery book Nancy bought her. She hasn't found the time to read it, so she takes it along with her.

On arriving on the rooftop, she goes into the kitchen. Something falls and shatters on the floor. She turns the lights on and sees Logan staring back at her. He laughs and Celeste simply giggles a bit. "I guess I looked like a robber, huh?"

"Quite." she answers, coming closer. Shards of a broken plate sprawled across the floor, scraps of food too. I have witnessed Logan taking snacks from the fridge, wow. "I apologize though for startling you." she says.

"No need to be sorry— Oh geez! I should clean this up. I wouldn't want Reinaldo waking up to find this mess in his kitchen." he states, going over to the toolbox to grab a broom.

"Well, guess what? I already did."

Logan once again was startled by the growl belonging to Reinaldo. He stood by the doorway, frowning at the man with rage in his squinting eyes.

She opens the fridge and takes a bottle of milktea. Waving a hand at Logan, she says her goodbye to them both and exits the kitchen. She walks to the balcony where the view is beautiful. There was a loud banging of a pot along with Logan screaming and Reinaldo shouting.

She looks at scenery before her. The nightsky had a hundred of twinkling stars. In the far distance is the woods. And she wonders about the fireflies all of a sudden. I'd like to see one in person. Snapping out of it, she tells herself Celeste, you have way more important things to do than watch a bunch of insects.

Inhaling, she wonders how long will she be up and if she'll be able to rest well.

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A/N: so im trying to update regularly and be active more.