Horror Stories(Creepypasta)

7☆Doors

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I was adopted.

I never knew my real mother; rather, I knew her at one time, but I left her side when I was too little to be able to remember.

I loved my adopted family, though. They were so kind to me. I ate well, I lived in a warm and comfortable home, and I got to stay up pretty late.

Let me tell you about my family first: First, there's my mother. I never called her Mom or anything like that, I just called her by her first name, Janice.

I called her that for so long, I didn't think she even noticed. Anyhow, she was a kind woman. I think she waa the one who recommended my adoption in the first place.

Sometimes I would lay my head against her in front of the television, and she would tickle my back with her nails. She is one of those Hollywood mothers.

Second, there's dad. His real name was Richard, but he never really liked me so much, so I began to refer to him as Dad, in a desperate attempt to gain his attention. It didn't work.

I think no matter what I called him, he would never love me as much as his own child. That's understandable, so I really didn't press the matter.

The most notable thing attribute of Dad, was his unmoving sternness.

He was not afraid to pop his children did something wrong. I found that out before I could use the restroom properly.

He didn't hesitate to spank me. Well, I'm in line, and it's because of his methods.

Lastly, is my sister. Little Emily was really young when I was adopted, so we were about the same age, except she was slightly older than me. I liked to think of her as my older sister.

We got along better than any sibling could possibly get along.

We always stayed up late and just talk. Well, she did a lot of the talking; I mostly just listened because I loved her. It was a great setup that we had!

We were short on bedrooms, so because I didn't want to sleep in the living room by myself when I was littler-- I had a pallet set up for me next to her bed on the floor. This is where I have slept since.

It was cool with me because enjoyed being with her, and I had always felt pretty protective of my little sis.

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Everything changed on a horrible Wednesday night.

I was at home taking a nap, when little Emily opened the door. The sound of the door opening pulled me to a state of consciousness, and I walked from the room down the hall to the living room.

That's when I remembered it was Wednesday. I was never good at keeping track of what day it was. Actually, I'll just go ahead and say it: My sense of time is horrible!

But nevertheless, I knew it was Wednesday day because Emily just came home from her Church's youth gathering.

She walking in through the front door and hugged me, soon being followed in by Dad and Janice.

"You have a good nap?" Janice said teasingly, as she ruffled up my hair.

I just shook my head and snorted in a manner that clearly expressed that I was teasing back with her.