Scary Stories & Creepypastas!

3 Blind Mice

It was about 4 days ago… I started hearing voices from my closet. At first, I couldn’t make them out but, they got louder over the course of the 4 days. Everything escalated so quickly and… There was no escape… By the time I realized what was truly haunting me, it was already too late. I lie here now, in a pool of blood. Writing down my last words before I die of this suffering.

Best I start from the beginning. I recently moved into my apartment in Winnipeg, Manitoba after graduating High school. I was enjoying my job and was hoping to go to University the following month. Everything was perfectly fine until I heard those damn voices… When I went to bed, they started. The first night, I heard a man’s voice whispering from my closet... “Beware her, the witch! Bloody Mary!" "Bloody Mary?" I thought.

That’s ridiculous. My friends and I have tried that old game in the mirror when we were younger… Nothing ever came out of it except for my friend jump scaring me from the shower. The voice kept repeating the same words in the same calm tone. Curious, I decided to go investigate. I got up and walked towards my closet. The whispering got louder as I approached. I opened my closet door. The moment it opened, the voices stopped. I blew a sigh of relief and looked around… Nothing… Of course, it must have been my imagination, right? Well, upon further inspection, I noticed a small dent in my wall. Which… Looked like a woman’s face. I took a glance into the closet mirror and saw my face. I looked really tired. I went back to bed.

The second night, I heard the same voice whispering about Bloody Mary but now there was a knocking from inside my closet. I tried to ignore it and get back to sleep but it gradually got louder. I once again got up, and proceeded to walk toward the door but just then, something made me stop in my tracks; on top of the man’s warning I heard the voice of a female... “Yes, come closer…"

I should have run out of my apartment then but something drew me to the door… I opened the door and like the night before, the voices stopped. I found nothing except… The dent in my wall got larger. There was no face this time but there was a slight crack in the wall where the center of the dent was. “Must be rats or… something…” I thought to myself.

The mirror was also different. The reflection seemed to be… Distorted like one of those mirrors you’d find in an amusement park. “God, I must be sick or something… I better go back to bed..." I thought to myself.

Things didn’t start to get really terrifying until the third night. That’s when I saw the faces… I tried yet again to get some sleep but of course I heard the same whisper as well as the knocking except now there was another voice. It spoke on top of the first one and it sounded as if it were ordering me.

“Run! She has us and she’ll get you too!” This was getting ridiculous! I wasn’t imagining anything! This wasn’t a dream! I got up and walked to my closet and peered inside… Of course, the noises stopped and there was once again nothing inside. The dent turned into a large crack. As I approached, I saw something from the reflection in the mirror that made me scream. Two men standing sobbing; streams of blood flew from their gouged eyes… They appeared to be behind me but when I turned around I saw nothing. I ran out, shut the door and jumped into my bed. I pulled the covers over my face. Just as I began to settle down, a static noise started emitting from the closet. It got louder… I felt as though it was approaching me. From the left side of the bed I heard, “Beware her, the witch! Bloody Mary!” And from the right side I heard, “Run! She has us and she’ll get you too!” I shut my ears and cried myself to sleep but I heard one last whisper before passing out…

“Too late…"

The following morning, I woke up. I looked around my room and saw my closet door was open… The mirror was covering where the dent was. I looked into my reflection in the distorted mirror and then to the door. I was going to make a run for it but the moment I flinched I heard a scream which threw me back onto my bed.

“LIE STILL AND BE A GOOD CHILD.”

I glanced back at the mirror and saw her… A Tall Women in a 16th century renaissance dress that was soaked in blood so that it was nothing but a blood red. Her eyes were swollen and red and she had this large, inhuman smile spread across her face. She began to run towards me I got up and ran to the door but she was too fast. She pinned me to the ground and said,

“Naughty Child, This punishment will fit your wicked ways.”

As she said this, she took her thumb and jabbed it into my eye… I screamed as velvet red blood slid down my face. She licked the blood then got up and walked back into my closet. I ran to my cell phone but it was dead… I write this now in hopes that someone will find this if they find my body… I hear her… Footsteps inside my closet that spell my demise… Please, if you ever hear voices that warn you that SHE is coming for you… You need to run… Far away where she won’t be able to find you… Because if it’s too late and you don’t escape… Well… I guess I’m about to find out…

This was a really long pasta, tbh, it's really weird when I copy and paste these. Like, their white text in a black outline. :/ idk.