CreepyPasta's Stories

She is there

When I was younger I had nightmares of this old lady. She always seemed menacing, even when she acted kind. It was always the same formula, fall for her kindness, get chased. She usually acted nice, until she went into the kitchen to get cookies.

She was very typical-looking for an evil grandmother: long fingernails, grey hair, bloodshot eyes, black dress with a white collar, a bonnet and she had a very ominous voice. One night, I could swear she was watching me with those calculating eyes.

One day I told a parent, and it got worse. She started to become more aggressive. She usually scratched me. One day, I found scratch marks on my wrists, I then started getting the dreams in day time. My mom made me go to multiple psychiatrics. As I went to each one, my nightmares became more vivid to the point were I obtained insomnia. Yet, it still found a way and the fucking dream still got to me.

I was on the verge of insanity. My mentality got worse and I started to see her almost everywhere I went. This is my last summary before I end this all.

Goodbye, family.