Creepy Pasta stories

Amy

"Amy! Time to get up kiddo! Let's go! Breakfast is almost ready!"

Amy, blonde hair matted from sleep, sat up in bed and rubbed her blue eyes. Mom expected her to be downstairs within ten minutes now and Amy knew not to make her mom yell twice. She flipped back her covers, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and put her bare, eight-year-old feet on the cold hardwood floor. She shivered. She was definitely wearing a sweater and socks today.

Downstairs at breakfast, Mom said, "I'll be working late tonight, so Mrs. Sterling will make sure you get your homework done and have dinner, okay? I'll come get you when I get home."

"Sure," Amy said, digging into her scrambled eggs and eyeing her turkey bacon. Turkey bacon was gross, but her mom thought it was better for her than regular bacon.

"Did you get all your homework done last night?"

"Mom. I'm in third grade. I can get third grade homework done in about a minute," Amy said quite seriously.

After a while, Amy was lost in a story about a guy who kept hearing a voice calling him. Over and over again. Every night the voice got louder until finally, when the guy couldn't stand it any more, he decided to try to find the voice. He followed the voice to a well deep within a forest near his house...

Suddenly, "Amy! Lord a'mighty girl, didja lose your ears? Your momma's here," Mrs. Sterling said impatiently.

"Oh, sorry. Okay. May I borrow this book, Mrs. Sterling?" Amy asked politely.

"No, hon. It's gotta stay here with my collection. You can pick it up again when you come tomorrow," Mrs. Sterling said. She was always kinder to her when Amy's mother was around. She wasn't really mean, but she wasn't very nice, either. At least she didn't make Amy do cleaning up work. Amy hated cleaning.

"Come on kiddo," said her mom from the doorway. "Let's go. It's late, late, late and you've got school tomorrow."

"Coming mom," Amy said as she grabbed her backpack and said a quick goodbye to Mrs. Sterling.

Once they were outside her mom squeezed her shoulder and asked, "Good day?"

"Sure, if you call Mary Kate being mean a good day. I wish she'd leave me alone," Amy reflected.

"You think I need to call her mother?" Amy's mom asked.

"NO! Mo-om, that would just make things worse! I'm fine, really."

"If you're sure," said her mom.

"I'm sure," replied Amy.

"Okay. I'll leave it alone. For now. But if it continues, or gets worse, I want you to tell me. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The next day was very much the same. Wake up, eat stupid turkey bacon with her eggs, go to school, listen to Janie cry, try to avoid Mary Kate and Joey, plus make sure she stayed on Mrs. Hill's good side. Mrs. Sterling was exactly the same. Amy got to finish the story she'd been reading the night before in the yellow-covered Reader's Digest book, which she was happy about. It was creepy and Amy loved creepy stories. The guy died in the well after being lured there by that voice.

That night, Amy's mom came hope pretty early. Since her mom worked some very long and unusual hours, it was good to spend that time together. Over an easy supper of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, they talked about lots of stuff. Amy told her about the story she'd read and assured her mother she wouldn't have nightmares. She talked about Mrs. Sterling and the stale cookies, though she'd told her mother that before. Her mother asked about Mary Kate and how she'd treated Amy that day. Then her mother shooed her upstairs to take a bath and get ready for bed. She would have time to read for a while before her mother came upstairs to tuck her in.