Creepypasta Stories

The Archer

Don't judge...

I walk home, carrying my bow from my archery lesson. When I get there, my home is on fire.

Yeah, weird, right? Anyway, so I pulled my bow off of my back, where I put it, and I notched an arrow. I could just sense that whoever did it is still near.

Sure enough, after I notch the arrow, a guy walks out of my house laughing and closing the door. I hear nothing in my house, which means that my family is either dead, or not there. Seeing as how they are always home, I guess their dead.

I moved toward the man and soon enough I'm following him. He stops in an alleyway and I walk in, still pointing the arrow.

The man turns around. He laughs. "What are you doing, little girl? Put down that bow before you shoot someone in the eye."

"I only plan to shoot one person," I say calmly.

"You couldn't kill a soul," he says.

"Try me," I say, and I let go of the arrow.

When I hear the arrow go through him, and him fall, it starts up a craving within me. A craving. My family is dead, so why don't I fulfill my craving with others? After all...

I am a ten year old child. No one would suspect me.

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It's been three months since that happened, and I go and stay with a family for a day before I kill them. Just to know their names. It's actually quite fun.

The first time, I let one of them go because they thought I was a creepypasta. I told him I was The Archer, and when I went and searched myself up, there it is. My story. How I killed his family, and how I let him go. I ended up killing him a month afterwards, because I got bored.

Anyways, right now I'm sleeping in the woods because I don't want to sleep with a family. 

I started to hear footsteps and I grin, sitting up. I climb up and sit on a branch, looking around. A group of guys came walking down the path. Blue mask, white mask, cut smile, Link dude, and a hoodie guy.

I pull out a arrow and notch it, pointing it carefully. I shoot it at the Link dude, and I hit him in the stomach. I quickly grab another arrow and shoot it into the stomach of the guy with the cut smile, then the blue mask guy. I shoot the hoodie guy and the white mask dude is hiding behind a tree.

I point the arrow at him and wait for him to come out. But that doesn't happen.

I'll tell you what does happen.

Static starts sound in my ears. I look around, slightly lowering the bow. I quickly put it back up and tense my legs, jumping to the side and shooting white mask. I hit his stomach, and then I land on the ground. A loud crack sounds from my leg, and I quickly shift to my other one. I move around them, checking their pulses and taking the arrows. I wipe the blood off on my shirt once I've collected all of my arrows, then I poke my finger. A few minutes later, the static is growing louder, and the arrows are coated in my blood.

Everytime I shoot a victim with an arrow coated in my blood, that wound doesn't heal very quickly. I can heal it, of course, but otherwise, it won't heal enough that the human will live. They almost always die.

I look up when the static gets so loud that I put my hands over my ears, and I see the one thing that I fear. Slenderman.

Yes, I've read creepypasta once. I clicked on the first one, Slenderman. Apparently, he eats children.

I scowl at him, pressing my hands deeper into my ears. The static lifts slightly.

"F*ck you," I curse. Is he gunna eat me or something? Wait, what if I just killed creepypastas! Sh*t...

"What the hell did you do to Jeff, EJ, Masky, Hoodie and BEN?" he asks me. The static stops and I take my hands off my ears.

"I shot them," I say. "What, do they matter?"

"Do you know who I am?" he asks.

"Your Slenderman, who are they?" I ask.

Tentacles sprout from behind him. He picks up the others and me. "Who are you?"

"The Archer," I say simply.

"Do you want to live with us?" he asks.

"Sure," I say. "Wait! Do these guys mean something to you?"

"Yes, two are my proxies and they are all under my protection," he says.

"Your not gunna be able to save them unless you give them to me," I say.

"Why not?" he asks.

"Um... because I put my blood on those arrows," I say sheepishly.

Slenderman teleports into a living room and sets them down on the couches and chairs. "Heal them," he says simply.

I move over to the guy in the white mask. "What are their names?" I ask as I roll up my sleeve. Right now, I'm wearing a brown shirt with a green jacket, but the jacket has no sleeves. I have on red pants. A scar shaped like lightning runs down my arm.

"Masky, Jeff, Hoodie, Ben, and EJ," he says, pointing to them.

I take an arrow and cut my arm exactly on the scar. I cut deeply, so blood runs freely.

I take the blood and start drawing marks around the wound. After the marks fade, I do the same to the rest.

"Sorry," I say sheepishly, looking down.

"Welcome to the family," says Slenderman.

"Who stole my candy!" yells a clown dude, running around.

"I didn't!" says a little girl, about eight.

I grin widely. "I love this family already."