Creepypasta Stories

Fatha

Okay people, I apologize for anything in this that doesn't make sense. I just had a dream of this, so I'm trying to type it before I lose it. I'm also sorry if this one seems like a copy. It seemed like an awesome story, so... ya. I'm also sorry for the language. Rackella out~

I yawn and sit up, glancing at my clock. 10:00 pm

I roll my eyes and get up. I'm a night owl, but if I try to read in the middle of the night I sleep and dream up stuff about that book. So I usually practice with a knife so that my parents don't catch me. They don't like me holding a knife.

I walk downstairs and grab a knife from the drawer. I walk into the living room and start making slashes at a dummy that I dragged out earlier.

I feel like someone is watching me, and I look around. There's no one here, so I just shrug it off.

I feel breath on my neck and I turn around, but there's no one there.

"Go to sleeeeeeeeep..." I hear someone say, and I spin around and look around.

"Where are you!?" I half yell, half whisper.

No one answers, and I breathe out a sigh. "I'm just being paranoid," I mutter to myself, returning to the dummy.

I hear my sister scream, and I run upstairs. "Angela? Angela, you okay?"

"Isabel, help me!" I hear her scream, and I back up and run into the door, knocking it down. I see a man holding a knife standing over her.

Now, I've read creepypasta just like the rest of you, and I know immediately who he is when I see the white hoodie. Jeff the Killer.

"Holy shit!" I yell, running at him and tackling him. He slits my sister's throat as I struggle against him, trying to get him away from her.

"Isabella..." says Angela, and I see her die.

"DAMN YOU JEFF THE KILLER!" I scream, kicking him between the legs.

He quickly hops up and jumps out the window. "I'll be back..."

I slam the window down and lock it, then run into my parents room. Their laying in a huge pool of blood...

I let out a scream and yank my hair. "Damn it damn it damn it!" I scream. I run downstairs and grab my knife, running to my room.

I sit down on my bed and grip my knife tightly, waiting for that little bastard to come here...

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I'm drifting off when I hear my window open and someone drop in. I growl and stand up, but I can't see anyone.

"Where are you you little bastard," I mutter.

"Right here," I hear him say behind me, and I whip around and stab him in the shoulder. He starts laughing.

"Damn you! Damn you all the way to hell!" I yell, kicking him.

He tackles me and slams his knife hilt into my head.

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I slowly wake up, and I blink my eyes open. I see that I'm in my living room, but all the furnature has been pushed away from the center.

I look down and realize I'm tied to a chair. I thrash against the ropes, but I quickly realize that that won't get me anywhere.

Jeff walks in with two bottle. "Oh, your awake."

"What the hell are you doing?!" I say, trying to kick him.

"I'm just going to make you like me~" he says, uncapping the first bottle.

I look at the bottles and one says bleach and the other is alcohol. "I would rather you'd kill me," I mutter.

"Oh no, your pretty. But when I'm done with you, you'll be beautiful," he says. He pours the bleach on me, but it soaks into my clothes more. I blink my eyes, trying to clear the bleach out of my eyes. He pours the alcohol on me next.

"Stop!" I say, thrashing.

"Calm down, I'm just making you beautiful," he says, pulling out a lighter and lighting it. He touches the flame to me.

Immediately, flames spring to life. I thrash against the ropes, screaming my lungs out. He just sits there, laughing at me.

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I wake up on a couch, and I sit up. I remember what happened and I look at my hands. They had blackened, with patches of white.

I get up and rush out into a bathroom, and I look at my face.

My eyes are completely white, with no other color. My skin had blackened and has patches of white everywhere. And my hair...

My hair, once a blonde, has been singed. It wasn't black, no, it was an orange.

I look at my fingernails, a pure white. I look back at my reflection and I feel my heart shatter into pieces as a flash of cold races through me. I look over my shoulder at Jeff.

"Now your beautiful, like me!" he says. He walks toward me.

I growl. "Take one more step, Jeff, and I will kill you."

He ignores me and continues to walk toward me.

"I'm going to kill you!" I yell, and I tackle him. I start to punch him rapidly and repeatedly.

After a few minutes, I get up and run out.

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???'s POV

I'm just sitting there, in my room, when I hear a quiet sobbing. I look in the corner to see a girl.

"Hey, you okay...?" I ask hesitantly.

"No, I'm a monster," she says. I can't see much of her face, just her orange hair.

"Hey, your not a monster," I say. "C'mere, I'll help you."

She stands up and I see her face. Its black with patches of white, and her eyes... their white, like the color of bleach. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Y-Yes," I stutter. W-What happened to her?!

She lunges at me and tackles me, and a knife appears in her hand. "Wrong answer," she whispers in my ear before stabbing me.

"Why..." I say.

"I'm saving you from Jeff," she says, and then I black out.

Okay, guys, I hope you liked this... sorta. I hope you guys like my stories, Rackella out...