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‘Serial killer on the go. Witnesses say it was a female, with a black "
Alexandra Night. Yep, that’s my name. I’m thirteen years old, and a big fan of creepy pastas. CreepyPasta.com is my favorite website to go to. I like to go there and read different stories. My favorite is Jeff the Killer. He’s really cool. I’m a huge fan of him, as you would see from my bedroom being piled up with fan art, and little fan fictions I wrote myself. Although, soon I won’t be able to do that very often for a while, because school is starting again for me; oh joy.
Alexis, you’re going to be late for the bus on your first day!
My mother doesn’t care about me. All she does is scream at me. She doesn’t love me, or help me with anything. She will find any excuse to make me feel insecure.
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The first day of school went fine, but it’s too bad that Micheal is seventeen, which means we won’t be in the same school area. He hangs out with the eleventh graders while I go about with the junior high school with no friends. I eat lunch by myself, and I sometimes skip classes because people like to call me out in front of the class room. However, when I was at school today, I had a weird feeling, and weird pictures were coming up in my head. I imagined Micheal crying, holding my hand saying he was sorry, and he tried to help me. I noticed in my vision that his arms were covered with cuts, and dripping blood. Suddenly, my teacher shouted my name.
"Alexandra Night!
"Yes ma’m?
"Do you think it’s necessary to be wasting my time teaching you, by day dreaming?
"No, ma’m. I sincerely apologize.
"Gosh Alexandra, when will you ever get a life? You’re the worst student I could ever ask for!
It’s no surprise that the teacher said such hurtful things to me. Not just the teachers, but students, custodians, and even the principal. I just put my head down on my desk, and wished that the rest of the day would go faster.
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We got home, and our abusive/drunken dad shouts from the living room.
"Where do you think you’re going?!
Micheal steps in front of me and says,
"Homework, now get out of the way, Richard!
"Oh, I see.
He didn’t do much about it, he just flinched. Micheal took me by the hand, and pulled me in the office, and proceeded with the rest of our night.
"Good night Alexis.
And he said it in a sad tone, like he was saying good bye or something.
"I love you too Micheal.
I went to my bedroom, but I couldn’t sleep. I started to wonder why Micheal sounded so sad. I didn’t think anything bad would happen, so I just gently closed my eyes, and went to sleep.
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My dreams were having something going on with them again. The pictures came back in my head. This time, they were worse. This time, Micheal was crying even more, and he was saying how sorry he was for not protecting me. Then, he stabbed himself with a knife, and disappeared.
I woke up to a cloudy rainy morning. I couldn’t figure out what to wear, so I put on a black an white striped shirt, with black skinny jeans, along with a black "
"Hey, Richard! Look what came in today!
"Looks like what we have here is the circus!
"No, this here isn’t the circus, this here is the carnival!
"Don’t you two have something better to do?
My dad just laughed and walked up to me.
"Look here, I can do what I want, because-
I cut him off, because right then and there, I just had enough of my parents. I was ready to show how much hatred I had for them.
"You know what, Richard? Shut up!
My mom looked at me, and said,
"Oh, looks like we’ve got a-
"You too, shut up!
"You know, why can’t you act like my parents for once! I don’t know who you two are anymore! Why can’t you care about me and Micheal for once!
My parents looked at me, and then at each other. But this time, they looked guilty. Seemed like maybe for once, they knew how I felt.
"I hate you, and I don’t want to live you!
However, the feeling like someone was dead still attached to me. I decided to go to Micheal to talk about it, he would understand. When I went up to his door, I knocked on it.
"Micheal?
I didn’t hear anything for a few seconds, I thought maybe he was still asleep, so I knocked once again.
"Micheal? Are you there?
I proceeded to just open the door, but what I saw, had changed my life forever.
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I resorted to scream out,
"NO!! MICHEAL!!!
I cut down the rope, and checked for a pulse on his neck, but I felt nothing. Micheal was dead.
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Your big bubby, Micheal.
"Your big bubby, Micheal.
I had enough of my parents. They ruined my childhood, now they ruined my whole world. Micheal was dead, and it was all their fault! And now they’re going to pay!
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Slowly, I opened the door and looked down at the floor, with my black hair dangling in my face. My parents stopped talking, and looked at me. I slowly looked up at them, and gave them a cold, cruel stare. They noticed I had a knife in hand, so they back away slowly.
"Alexis, what are you doing?
I didn’t answer her.
"Alexis, put the knife down, we want to talk to you.
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I proceeded to walk towards them, raising the knife to get ready to end their lives, forever.
"Alexis, don’t do this! We will do better!
"My name is not Alexis,
I ran after them, and stabbed my mom three times in the chest. I ran after my dad, who pushed me off, but I ran and tackled him, and put the knife up to his neck.
"Please Alexis, don’t do it!
"Payback.
I looked at what I have done, and I was proud of it. I didn’t feel bad for what I did, I was proud of what I did. I felt free for once, like no one could tell me what to do. But yet, I felt sad, because I had nobody. My brother is dead, and he won’t be here to watch me grow up with him. I felt a few tears slip down my face, but I quickly wiped them away. I looked at my knife, and admired the blood that covers it. I suddenly started to feel like this is how every family is. Maybe everyone in this world is just like that. I went back to my brother’s body; he was still dead. He was stiff, and limp in my arms. I decided that it would be best to go after people, I need to murder more people. I held Micheal’s stiff hand, and I said aloud to him,
"I’m sorry Micheal.
I went out to the living room, to notice a tall figure standing in the distance. He appeared to be a male, about my age, or older. He was wearing a white hoodie, with black hair dangling in his face. Under that hair appeared to be wide open, bloodshot eyes, with a smile going all the way up to his cheekbones. His pants were black, with his hand holding a knife resting on it. I was very confused, so I went outside to see who it was. I opened the door, and stepped out into the rain, and ran over to the figure to see him clearly. When I got to him, I gasped to realize… it was Jeff the Killer.
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No, not any person dressing up like him, but THE Jeff the Killer! I looked at him, and whispered,
"Hi Jeff.
"Hello Alexel.
He knows my name.
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He held out his hand, and said,
"Come with me, if you want to keep killing.
I gradually took his hand, and we walked into a forest near my neighborhood.
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As we were walking into the deep, wet forest, he said,
"I saw everything that happened.
"Yeah, I’m so sad.
"I bet Micheal was very special.
"He was.
"What do you wish to say to your parents, since they caused this to you?
I took a deep breath, and held back the threat of tears, and said,
"Die slowly.
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