Giggles and Candy and Blood! (Creepypasta)

Chapter 22

Gwen jerked back in revulsion, horrified of the very thought, the sudden consideration!

She held her palm over her mouth, bile raising in her throat when unwelcome thoughts of blood and lifeless eyes invaded her head.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The boy asked, concern in his eyes.

She looked at him, and saw his head bashed in, eyes torn out, blood caking his face and clothes. She couldn't help it and turned away and vomited.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you sick?"

Gwen gagged at the sour taste in her throat and wanted to run, so she did.

She ignored her friends' concerns and the boy who was chasing her. She just had to get away, find somewhere comforting and warm and somewhere where her disgusting thoughts- No, they weren't hers, she was positive. Somewhere where those disgusting thoughts wouldn't reach her. Never reach her.

She turned and ran into a swirl of smoke, disgusting cigarette smoke. She coughed and gagged more, nearly vomiting again, and ran further away.

Her friends' thoughts were racing among her own, rapidly overlapping.

More cigarette smoke.

Conversations sounding louder than usual, echoing, as she ran past crowds.

A bump into a man. One more sick thought.

'Rip his guts out, tear out his eyes.'

"Hey watch it!" The man snapped irritably, before his eyes expressed worry when he saw the pale girl's face, eyes wide with fear. "H hey, what's-"

"Gwen!"

Gwen looked behind her and swallowed the bile down, forcing herself to run some more, ignoring the man's concerned words.

She needs to get away, far away. Somewhere warm and comforting. Where she can feel safe.

Auntie Carol.

Images of homemade candy and warm chocolate chip cookies flashed in her mind. Warm hugs and comforting smiles. Beautiful house that always made her feel safe within its walls.

She needs to go there.

Gwen made up her mind. She'd go to Auntie Carol's. Away from these bad and disgusting thoughts, away from those people who want to take away her friends,

Away from thinking about Laughing Jack.

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Izzie didn't know how long she walked, but it could be been at least an hour until she found a town. She asked for directions to her aunt's town, and a nice woman offered her a ride, which she gratefully accepted.

For once, she wasn't in a talking mood with her friends, but she gladly conversed with Amelia, who happened to have two children with her lovely wife. Will was the eldest and loved to read, and Greta wanted to be a veterinarian when she grew older. And Jessie, her wife, happened to own a little shop near her aunt's town.

"Maybe you'd like to visit sometime, hmm? I'm sure the kids would love you." Amelia suggested, giving her a smile.

"Oh I'd love to." Gwen smiled back, nodding. "But maybe when I'm more settled in, is that alright?"

"Of course." Amelia said. "We're almost there."

They neared the town, little people were out as it was getting dark. The mall was closed.

"Thanks." Gwen said, getting out of the car.

"You sure you know where you're going?" Amelia asked, worry clouding her face. "Maybe you should stay the night somewhere."

"No thanks, I remember her address." Gwen politely declined. She waved at her new friend and looked around. She tried to remember the familiar paths to her Aunt's, and found only one.

She gave a sigh of relief and began her journey. The night time sounds soothed her mind, no bad thoughts or gross images.

"Gwen?"

But her friends were still there.

"Yeah?" Gwen answered reluctantly.

"You... are you alright?"

"Yeah, what happened back there?"

Gwen frowned, concentrating on the dark path. "I don't know, but I don't want to talk about it." She said, feeling her insides tighten at the mere thought.

"Ok."

"Do you think Aunt Carol will remember us?"

"Of course, how can she forget us?" Gwen forced a chuckle. "I wonder if she still has my drawings on the fridge."

"Ooh, like the one we drew the giraffe on the moon?"

"Or the closet with the dolly inside?"

Gwen smiled warmly, remembering every drawing she ever showed her Auntie, how she praised her and gushed over how creative she was. And she'd always make room for every drawing on the fridge.

And the special one, with her and Aunt Carol hugging. She put that right in front of her bed, so she could wake up to it every morning.

"Why is she crying?"

Gwen blinked, touching her face and felt the stream of tears. She quickly wiped her eyes and stared ahead. And smiled.

She found her Aunt Carol's house.

It suddenly occured to her that she never had disgusting thoughts about Amelia.

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Whoo! I finished a chapter! Yay!!

I hope it's good. It's been a while, hasn't it?

Finally getting my inspiration to write again! Yay! Hope it lasts!

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