I lived in a small and sheltered house located on the outskirts of West Virginia, in a underpopulated town that only attracted families who wanted a peaceful and quiet life surrounded by dark and dense forests filled to the brim with grim trees and a looming sense of mystery that set a creepy aire to the town. I still remember that day in ‘79, the day was relatively slow as most days appeared to be. With dry and humid air, paired with a sun that was partly covered with puffy grey clouds, which from what my mother had told me signaled that there would be rain later in the day. Everyone saw the pale white truck with the words, “Greg’s discount Moving” in bright red print, and everyone saw the dark green caravan that followed closely behind it, and everyone saw the seemingly happy, but intense family, with one father, a mother, and a tall daughter whose head was dressed with sleek, oiled black hair that reached down to the heels of her feet that hid her deathly skinny figure. I estimated she was around 14 years of age, though no one would really know since she scarcely came out of the looming wooden mansion that was surrounded by neat rows of dogwood trees and long unkempt grass the color of straw,which we called “The Dogwood House.” Though some people said that they had seen a tall, skinny figure late at night wandering around the town, with her face hidden within the confines of long hair that almost blended in with the dark night sky. Some even said they saw a ashen face with bloodshot eyes, and a gaping mouth filled with yellowing crooked teeth with a trickle of deep black scarlet spittle trailing down past their dirty skin and stained their boney body, looking into the window of their home. But everyone knew that the family was strange, for while the adults all sat on my family’s porch conversing and sipping on wine, watching the children who played manhunt and clap in the woods where they could have long games hiding in the trees. The family in the Dogwood house was never seen although they were continuously invited to parties and events. Then perhaps the first accountable occurrence that happened since the family moved in, ten acts started small at first. Numbers printed on signs, drawings of stick figures wearing red bows dotted with smears of red crayon and a tan line hanging from her neck. Then the Hudson’s girl, Rachel, started acting strange. It once again started small, saying words in strange languages, clicking her teeth at people. Strange little things like that. Then the drawings started, Rachel drew the same girl that someone had hung on the streets, a girl with a red bow and a tan line hung around her neck, though this time a scribble of black on the top of her head, reaching to the floor and a gray triangle to symbolize a dress where added to the drawings. This, however, just got worse for the day after she started drawing Rachel, who was at the time 15, had ripped her clothes clean off and ran through the streets yelling, “Goghhyu Isok. Zita is coming! Zita is coming! Goghhyu Isok GogIsok!” Her body bony and bruised. Than the same thing happened with the Stevenson’s girl and again with the Fisher’s girls, all 15 and from well- known families. Than younger children started to disappear. Their mutilated bodies found hanging from the flimsy branches of dogwood trees that littered the forests. Than the girls who started with the drawings and shoutings of the strange words through the streets sat in a circle, naked in the woods sitting, waiting their bodies skinny and practically all bone, bruised and pale. Until a girl with pale skin, long black hair, blood shot eyes, a skinny frame, and a gaping mouth dripping deep brown ooze. Sat in the circle with them, and the girls almost routinely joined hands, closed their eyes and muttered, “Sofghhhy Donnghhht Foola…Astah Gonnnat losta.” The girl with black hair placing a bright red ribbon in the middle of the circle, continuing the chant. The Ribbon fluttering up into the air and the girls chanting as they slowly were raised off the floor, their chests being forcefully thrusted to the air as their mouths filled with deep brown substance and trickled out of their mouths as they slowly choked on the substance. The only girl still changing was the black haired girl as the other girls started to die out. The black haired girl finally giving into the force. Her eyes dimming as she thrust her neck completely in half and to the side. Her legs sliding behind her back and completely down to her buttocks. Her eyes popping out from the very sockets they sat in. Her skin ripping clean in half as a small, shadowy figure crept from the tearing skin, their oily hair reaching close to the feet of the black haired girl, the white body of the emerging girl dirty as they fell to the floor, and grabbing the bright red ribbon, tying it around her hair, plucking the dress of one of the girls off, a light grey dress that reached down to her knobby knees. Sticking her long finger into a pool of brown liquid dripping from one of the girls floating corpse, and writing, “Zita is here.” Wandering from the site as the bodies dropped down into the circle
Evanescence The Merciless (Original Creepypasta)
I stood there, staring out the window at the road. When will she come back? It’s been over an hour now. Evanescence, one of my three homies and my best friend from high school, had gone to get her new dog she adopted. All four of us had just finished college so now, Evanescence could get a dog cause she wouldn’t be over packed with assignments and exams. The shelter was only up the road, it should have taken her 20mins max. But this was over an hour.
“David, she back yet?” asked Jeffery.
I looked at him and shook my head. I was worried. Jeffery walked away to help Zack with dinner. But I couldn’t get my eyes off the road, she had to come soon, any second now. Finally, after a couple of minutes, I saw a car drive up to road towards our house. It was Ev! I sighed with relief and walked outside to help her carry the dog and it’s stuff inside. I carried the large bag of dog food. The dog was adorable. A kelpie x boarder collie, female named Spring. She did live up to her name, jumping and springing around the lounge room. After I put everything down, I turned to talk to Ev.
“So what took you so long?” I asked as I grabbed a plate of the tasty soup Jeffery and Zack prepared.
“What do you mean?”
“You were gone over an hour.”
“No I wasn’t. I was only gone ten minutes.”
I looked at Evanescence in confusion. It defiantly was not 10mins, and Ev was good at estimating the time. I avoided arguing with her, and sat down, quietly eating my dinner. After a couple of minutes, Zack broke the silence.
“Did you guys hear about the boy that got murdered by his mum?”
“No, he was already torn up by a ghost, then his mum, trying to attack the ghost, accidentally killed the boy.” explained Jeffery, correcting Zack.
“It was a clown ghost that only the boy could see, until he revealed himself to the mother. Like an imaginary friend.” Ev could tell I had no idea what they were talking about. “Read the newspaper, David, it’s quite an interesting story. You’ll find it in this week’s paper, titled ‘Laughing Jack’.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t really interested in all those gory murder stories. But I pretended I would read it, so they’d stop bothering me.
After dinner, I went upstairs and had a shower before everyone, then I went to bed. That night, I heard crying. It was soft sobs, but it was enough to wake me. I looked at the time on the clock on my bedside table, 4:47am. Who would be crying this early in the morning. Well, whoever it is must’ve had a nightmare. I slowly got up, still half asleep, and followed the sobs. It lead me to Evanescence’s room.
The first thing I noticed as I opened her door, not yet in the room, was Spring. She was curled up in the corner of the room, hunched back and tail in between her legs. She was obviously terrified of something. Maybe it was the sudden change of environment, from the dog shelter to a nice cosy house. Maybe she missed the company of other dogs, but she would be sad, not scared. I entered the room. As I did, I noticed the sobbing no longer came from a direction. It was everywhere. The sound consumed the room, but what disturbed me the most, was the fact that it sounded like Ev. Ignoring the fact that it didn’t come from just Evanescence’s direction, and headed towards her to calm her down. But then I noticed, she was sleeping peacefully. Ev wore a slight smile, and didn’t seem to be distressed at all.
Then the sobbing, became a blood curdling laugh. Spring started wimping, she must have heard it too. Suddenly, Ev woke up. As soon as she did, the laughing stopped. The relief that flooded me at that moment is indescribable. Ev sat up and looked at me. Although it was dark, I could see her extremely confused face.
“David? Why the hell are you in my room?” there was anger in her voice. I didn’t blame her. Waking up and seeing a guy in your room watching you sleep is not something to be happy about. And that’s what this looked like.
“Listen, Spring had come into my room and I was just putting her back. I was literally just about to leave but then you woke up.” I had to come up with something, she wouldn’t believe the truth.
“Why is Spring terrified?”
“Maybe because it’s a sudden change in environment.”
“You’re probably right.”
Ev got up and placed Spring, who had now calmed down a bit, on her bed.
“Spring can sleep on my bed tonight.” she said and tried to get back to sleep herself.
I headed out and back into my room. I was surprised Jeffery and Zack weren’t woken up bye the sobbing earlier, but then again, it was soft and they slept downstairs unlike Ev and I, who slept upstairs.
Morning came and I was woken up by laughing coming from downstairs. I got up and put on a jumper, it was cold. I headed downstairs and found Ev playing with Spring. She was laughing and looked quite happy. Then, last night entered my mind. I pushed it aside, I didn’t was to remember that horrid laugh.
I walked into the kitchen looking for the cereal box. It wasn’t in the cupboard, so I guessed that someone had taken it out. But what I did see, were all these candy wrappers piled on the kitchen bench. I looked at the wrappers more closely, and noticed that it wasn’t any of the brands I know of. In fact, they didn’t have any words nor Logo. Just a plain colour. But they were all different colours.
“Anyone care to tell me why all these wrappers are here?”
“Oh yea, that’s my fault, I wasn’t bothered to put them in the bin.” Ev laughed.
“Where did you even get all this candy?”
“I found it in my bed.”
What!? You don’t just find candy in your bed. And if it was old candy that belonged to Ev, she would had found it ages ago. Someone or something, had gone into her room, frightened the dog, and stuffed Ev’s bed with candy. It had to be Zack or Jeffery. Who else could it be? Maybe they attempted to prank her? I don’t know, but at least Ev wasn’t harmed, I shouldn’t be worrying.
I scanned the kitchen for something to eat, when my eyes fell onto the newspaper on the kitchen bench. I grabbed it. This was last weeks paper, today was Monday so there should be another one on the way. I unrolled the paper and looked at the front page.
‘Laughing Jack’
I had nothing better to do. I made myself a toast, sat down and starting reading. But it wasn’t a story that I was reading, it was four words, repeating themselves throughout the whole page.
‘If Evanescence dies young’
Shocked, I unconsciously threw the paper. It hit Ev right in the head. I quickly got up, and ran to Evanescence.
“What the hell David!?”
“I’m sorry! I just saw something that shocked me. I threw it in shock, I didn’t mean for it to hit you.”
Jeffery grabbed the paper to see what I read.
“It’s the Laughing Jack story.” he said and they looked at me confused.
“I-um-I’m not g-good with horror. You know, clowns and killing.” I smiled trying to cover up.
“I knew you hated horror, but I didn’t think you hated it this much.” explained Zack.
Jeffery handed the paper back to me. I grabbed it and looked at it again. It was only the story now, not those other words. I must have been hallucinating. I didn’t get much sleep last night, so my brain was probably tired.
“I need to get some rest.” and with that, I left and headed to my bed.
I sat on my bed for what I estimated to be hours, just contemplating the last couple events. Ev taking over an hour, yet to her, it was only 10mins, sobbing and laughing coming from all directions in Ev’s room, Spring all terrified, random candy appears in her bed, and now, terrifying words appear in a place they should not. Maybe-
“David! You okay? You’ve been up there for hours!”
I was pulled out of my mind by Zack calling me.
“It’s 7:30!”
7:30!? How? I came up here at about 10:00 in the morning. I never even got to sleep.
“David? You coming? Dinner’s ready!” For some reason, hearing Evanescence’s voice calmed me down a lot. It was a beautiful soft voice. Just knowing that she’s there, happy and safe, helped a lot.
“I’m gonna skip dinner.”
“You sure? David, you okay?”
“Yes Ev, just tired. Goodnight.”
I closed my eyes and drifted into a dark, peaceful sleep. That night, I was again woken up by a sound. It wasn’t a sobbing this time, or a laugh, it was two piercing screams. I immediately got up and ran towards where I heard it from. I didn’t have to run far, my door wouldn’t open. I looked down, and a pool of blood was growing from under the door. The screaming didn’t stop. I couldn’t think. My hands were shaking, my skin, pale. By now I recognised the screams, they belonged to Jeffery and Zack!
“DAMIT!” I shouted. This door, why wouldn’t it budge?
Suddenly, the screams stopped. Then I heard something that, just by thinking about it, makes me wanna scream and cry.
“Good job Spring!” it wasn’t some deranged killer talking, or some insane person, it was Evanescence. “David’s turn.” she sounded happy.
I couldn’t beleive it. Ev? The happy, innocent yet not innocent, funny Evanescence? No! it couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. I didn’t want to believe it. I heard shuffling in front of my door, like someone was moving something. Then it hit me, Jeffery and Zack were killed right in front of my door, it was their bodies that locked me in. I had to run, I had to hide! I looked around, there was no where to hide. Then my eyes landed on my closet. I ran quickly and hid among all my clothes. I didn’t dare look out. Suddenly, I heard the door open. That sound was quickly covered by a laugh, not a wicked laugh, just a laugh you would hear one do any day. But for some reason, this one terrified me.
“I will find you. And if I don’t, Spring will.”
I tried to keep my breathing steady, even. Finally, after a couple of minutes, the door to the closet opened. I tried to scream, but Ev put her hand on my mouth, stopping me. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t make a sound. My friend, my best friend, was going to murder me right here. She wasn’t wearing her pyjamas like I would have expected, instead she wore a lime green, short dress with black converses and a top hat which sat on her dark brunette hair. I stared, tears streaming down my face.
“Please, Evany, don’t.”
“Be scared!” she hissed.
That’s when I noticed, her eyes were yellow, she had a black bushy tail and ears which came out of the sides of the hat, and her dog had blood all over her mouth. I looked further, and there, behind the two killers, stood Laughing Jack. He turned Ev and Spring into monsters, he’s the cause for all this. I should have kept her safe, I knew he was coming for her, all the clues clearly told me, I should have listened!
Suddenly, a knife pierced my chest. It hurt, the pain was agonising. Ev then took it out, and stabbed yet again. The knife repeatedly stabbed into my chest, every moment, faded away further and further. The only thing that was left in focus, was my killer.
Although she had blood covered all over her, and behind those beautiful yellow eyes was a fire of insanity raging on and on, she still looked beautiful. This just wasn’t her, she wasn’t a monster, but I guess she is now.
The knife finally stopped stabbing and I fell to my knees. I could feel my legs weakening, my entire body, consumed with pain. But most of the pain wasn’t from being stabbed, no, it was from the fact that I let Laughing Jack get to Ev. It was my fault she became who she is now, it’s my fault she became merciless. I felt my head hit the ground as the world slowly faded to black. My life, slipping away more and more every second. But just before I fell into an eternal sleep, I heard something, something, that made my heart stop.
“Sorry.”