Grinning Joanna Creepypasta

I gasped. My lungs burned. A couple of times I tripped because constantly I turned frantically his head to see if they still pursued me still. I could hear her footsteps, sometimes behind me, sometimes farther away. Played it with me? It was like a cat-and-mouse game. I, the mouse, which fled through the cold and dark alleys of the town, in fear for my life and she, the cat who stretched their claws in the form of a butcher knife at me. Sometimes it looked as if I would depend on it and hope sprouted up in me, but then she suddenly reappeared right behind me on, always keeping an eye on me. I could not see it, but I knew she was grinning. As she had that sweet Joanna, just so you gone mad? No, that was a stupid question, because the signs had always been there. We had only not recognized, none of us. Her best friend is not, her family did not and I did not. It was more than obvious ... but have been

Joanna had never had an overly beautiful childhood. Her father had died before she was born in an accident and the time of their first years of life in which her mother had made her a spontaneous trip to the park, were long gone. After being tied up due to a muscle disease in bed, she began to become depressed or seizures. She gave her daughter to all the guilt and shouted at them permanently unless they apathetically staring out the window. Joanna's siblings moved out as soon as they were old enough and so she remained alone, more or less left to themselves. At school, as the strange silent girl who was talking to himself, known, she was soon ridiculed and bullied. In high school, then we met. I was older than her, but felt immediately attracted to her. Nevertheless, she was rarely at school - psychologist appointments and hospital visits they kept from getting to learn the school curriculum. I quickly realized that she was not really normal. To make it nice to say. She told me that someone had taken root in her head. It took me a while before I understood that she heard voices. A voice, to be exact. But Joanna never told me what it had with her close attention to, or what they said. It could not be good, because sometimes, often in the middle of a conversation, she suddenly stopped and began to scream. "Stop that! Shut up!" Then she wept often and calmed down only by me or her former best friend Jessica. Two years later these attacks subsided slowly. The treatments had struck, she said. All that remained were the nightmares. Nightmares in which she was being chased by something unknown, where it has been pushed into a corner by a monster, in whose shape she could never remember upon awakening. I reassured her, as I always did, they reassured when her brown eyes darkened by a vortex of fear. At 17 her mother died in an operation, which were actually to their improvement had to lead. In Joanna Hope was germinated, so she had the sunny days you want back in the park. And then she was suddenly alone. None of her siblings came to the funeral. Although Joanna had hated her mother for nothing did her daughter appreciate, tread them down, she'd still loved. Above all, she was finally ... her mother. And now she no longer had. It broke my heart when I saw how they stood before the casket and wept. Quiet. As she always did. Soon after, a debate broke out among her siblings. They were all old enough to pick them up, but still no one wanted to adopt the girl. "Someone has to take care of them!" "Yes, I'd make it so, but in my vocational" "And I have such a tiny apartment, you can not!" "Someone has to help the poor child!" Hypocritical worried they did while they expressed themselves from responsibility. So I decided to take her to me. I was now an adult and otherwise they just had me put the matter not much of a problem there. She moved in with me, you little belongings fit just in my little apartment. It was nice, although Joanna took long until she could finally leave behind their past. So I thought.

One night, it was a cool autumn evening, I was suddenly awakened by her. "Someone's here," she said. Her voice was not scared. She sounded businesslike, and maybe a little bit ... vorfreudig. I blamed it on the fact that I was still not quite up to par, and got out of bed. "Joanna, wait here, okay?" I mumbled softly and did my best to sound caring, while I got myself slowly to do with fear. From the kitchen I heard a noise downstairs. I gently patted the stairs down, jumped over the which always creaked and sneaked into the kitchen. With his back to me was a figure who ransacked one of the drawers. A burglar. Now very slowly ... I took a step forward in order to get to the knife block on my left ... knarz. One of the floorboards gave a groan from him and the intruder whirled. I was about to throw myself on the man to subdue him when the knife went out of our drawer, thus twice stabbed my shoulder. Searing Pain went through my body. With a cry, I went to the ground, blood running down the puncture wound. A second later, the man looked at me with shock, eyes wide, the light went on. Joanna stood in the doorway, a hammer, I always kept in the hall closet, holding in his hand. Your gun hand trembled in her white nightgown she looked so vulnerable, but her eyes were so cold. Horrified, but empty and dull. "Stephen ...? You've ... Stephen hurt ... you ..." she stammered softly and looked between us with big, strange eyes wide and forth. "K-no step further, or you happened the same thing!" Yelled the guy and raised his knife quivering. He had probably never intended to hurt anyone, because he was far from certain. "Why ... do ... you do that ...? Why ...?" The burglar was put off his stride and fell slowly in panic as Joanna further came to him, totally unaware of his weapon. In her dark brown irises was reflected cold madness. Now the burglar used a different tactic. "Stand still, or I'll stab him off!" He shouted and pointed his knife at me again. In fact, she paused. "Joanna, cut it off!" I yelled. It was not just because I wanted to protect her, but also because it scared me. You should come back to their senses, but nothing happened. "Let ... Stephen alone !!" she screamed hysterically and suddenly swung the hammer through the air. "Joanna, no!" I tried to stop her, but my words were drowned in a sickening crack. The hammer hit to the head of the man who gave way under the heavy blow. I felt sick. She hit several times with all his strength to him, one, two, three, four times. Blood and brains spilled out of the skull. The face was deformed, his eyes bulged out of their sockets. "J-Joanna ...?" I asked timidly. Panting heavily, she held the hammer, blood was splashed on her nightgown and her skin. "Stephen, you're bleeding," she said softly, and then ... she broke easily together. Whimpering she sat there, sobbing and crying. She was herself again, but I was not sure if I was happy about it. "I'll be right back, I'll get the phone, will you?" Do not let on that she had heard me. The police arrived a half an hour later, Joanna had hardly reassured. An officer was talking to her and asked her questions, he got much not out of her. I explained the situation and the police promised to keep us up to date. As it turned out later, the man his wife and child had. His family had high debt and despair he had started with the theft. To be exact, that had been his second robbery. Although he had attacked me with a knife, I could not help to have a pity. Because the family could no case something about it and I also did not believe that the man had been a bad person. But who is most struck by us, Joanna was. She was no longer the same as before. It was a dull, empty shell. Schottete away. Lost her zest for life. Her voice came only rarely used, and I had the feeling that with her gradually fuses all flew out. When I came to her room to talk to her, or at least try, she stared at me so strangely. She looked as if she'd never listen to me properly, like she was distracted by another voice. Because I had my suspicions - it had started again. But when I gently asked that again consult their psychiatrist, she yelled at me if I would keep them for misleading as all the others. And although I reassured that I cared only about their welfare ... I had to admit deep within myself that she was right to me. Your empty and cold gaze with which looked at me, no, shone through, chased me every time a jump. It was always strange. No one can make me a reproach! I had always thought about her, but what was happening to her was just sick! I wanted her but help but they did not accept that! It's not my fault, no! A few months went by in this way. Months of cold and mutual distrust. "Joanna," I said when I was finally enough. I thought there was only one way to bring them to their senses. "Joanna, you have you finally get help. Go to your Psychiologen-" This was pretty much the only subject that she tore from her apathetic trance. Immediately sped it up and interrupted me: "NO You think I'm crazy but also, like any other, but I'm not crazy I'm non!" This time I was the one who drove her on the mouth. Eisern I said: "Otherwise, I'm leaving you." This sentence was a fatal mistake. The most fatal of all, even if I was not aware at this time. "You ... v-leave me?", She was trembling and her eyes widened. "Yes. If you do not let you help, I do," I put objectively represent the facts, although it terribly difficult for me to stay cool. Silence fell. She looked like frozen. Then suddenly she nodded. "In order." Your so unexpectedly quiet reaction surprised me. "Tomorrow, okay? Tomorrow I am going to ... psychologists." They even smiled. She smiled. It looked scary. Like a murder funny snarl. However, I ignored it. It's just my imagination, I tried to convince myself. Only imagination. It's a good sign that she's smiling again! Was not it.

That night I woke up from the squeaking of the laminate flooring. Sleepy fluttered my eyelids and I looked to the other side of the bed ... which was empty. "Joanna?" I whispered, hoping she would be near. But no answer followed. Maybe she's just hungry? Still, I was distressed. Quietly I padded down the stairs and came away a deja vu in me. I felt as if I was the intruder again oppose. The wound in my shoulder was now almost healed, but a scar remained. Lost in thought, I touched the spot. "Joanna? Are you here?" I whispered while panic crept up in me. In the living room light was on. They sat on the sofa, curled up like a hedgehog. "A-Are you all right, S Sweetheart?" I asked uncertainly. She whimpered, but when I reached for her, she recoiled and struck the whimpering in a giggle about. The giggle became a hysterical laugh, shook her whole body and finally she looked up. Her face was adorned with black spots hidden by a white mask. Her pupils were due to its dark, almost black eyes barely visible. A broad, grinning mouth stretched across the lower part and underlined their loud, cruel laugh. "Am I now mad enough TREASURE ?!" When the last word she screamed in my face and I gave back, startled. "W-What? N-No ...! I-I-" I stammered incoherently, shaking his head vehemently to deny any fault of mine. "What's going on ?! You wanted me but also leave you alone? You were declared me crazy, is not it? He was right! He was always right! You're all liars! Liars and hypocrites! You wanted me from the beginning only hurt and destroy! You thought it all, that I am mistaken, right ?! I know, as you have seen me when you thought I was not taking care of! Afraid, compassionate or just disgusted! Because I a crazy spinner am, huh ?! " She talked himself into a rage, while she pressed both hands against his head. "I'm not crazy!" I did not know what I should do. She was crazy! Because there was no doubt! But if I told you that now, I might as well sign my death warrant. But how was going on in this situation? "Um ... Listen, I-" I began, slowly and carefully trying to approach her, but she did not let him. In a lightning-quick movement she grabbed a knife which had lain unnoticed by me, beside her on the sofa. "You ... you've given me. You've dropped me, like everyone else!" She held the knife to his nose and left it in the yellowish light of the living room lamp flash. "Do you recognize it, Stephen? This knife has changed everything! You saw me as a monster after I killed this man, right? And I have only protects you, as he has gone off with this very knife on you! When he wanted to kill you! But I have loved you! Why, why, why see me each as a crazy monster ?! " For a brief moment she looked back as if she'd just want to cry, her head fell down and her hand went limp. I wanted to take courage and even felt a twinge of sympathy from the fear, but already she jumped up, fists clenched and his shoulders trembling with anger. "But good if you want to have a monster, you'll get one! This knife," she ran a finger over the sharp steel, "thirsts safe for the blood, from which it has cost so far only once! Why meet we him not his wish ?! " The whole time I was like a pillar of salt sat on the couch and looked up to her, but now began to move my body. Rushed I rushed to the door and looked through a quick glance over my shoulder, as she stood there and looked at me -. At least I thought that you did not even bother to run after me. Why not? I did not have time to make my thoughts about it and fled rather out of the apartment. I ran and ran, ran for my life verschissenes! It was not long, because I heard her footsteps behind me. She has always been very fast. Perhaps not too strong, but always the fastest. The cat-and-mouse game began and she enjoyed it. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I gasped and gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the pain in my legs. Also my shoulder began to report by the high effort again. I loved it! No, I loved Joanna! But not this something to which they had changed!

Schlitternd I turned into a side street, then another, more garbage bags and other rubbish out, ran as fast as my legs would carry me. But when I turned into the next side street, I faced an impasse. "Oh no," I whispered, and at that very moment I heard the clicking of Joanna slight paragraphs. Let them strolled over to me while I felt the wall in my back. Oh oh! ~ "She giggled." Looks like a Dead End of! "There was no escape. The cat had urged the mouse in the corner. The moonlight threw his pale rays on it. He stood there, my personal Grim Reaper in his violet blouse, the white shirt underneath, black jeans, the dark half boots and brown leather coat. "N-no ... no ..." was all I could say in my overflowing panic. "I loved you. But in the end I could not leave me to you. Only he has never disappointed me. I should have listened to him from the outset! "Speech, she rolled from the voice in her head? Yeah, most likely. That's it. The complete loss of the mind. A single tear down my cheek." Nanana. A man should not cry. "The cold metal of the knife pressed against my throat, a red trickle flowed down my neck. In a single, fluid motion, she pulled the mask off his head and grinned at me. Her eye twitched slightly, her mouth was twisted into a fearsome grin and remembered so to her mask. Her eyes seemed to look somewhere far in the distance, as if she were not really present and yet every second of the action would savor exactly. "J-Joanna ... what has become of you?" I uttered, but she screamed suddenly on. "What happened to me ?! what you HAVE MADE FROM ME !!" A burning beyond bearable pain made through me, as she pushed the knife deep into my shoulder and the scar departed violently. My scream was heard by anyone. Life seeped out of me. That was it. The end. Blurry I perceived, as they let go of me and pulled the knife from me what a sharp pain left. I slumped in me, slipped the cold wall down. A pool of blood formed around me, the warm, viscous liquid soaked my clothes. Sweet, warm, comforting blackness enveloped me.

When I opened my eyes the next time, I took the first true the sterile smell of disinfectants. The room where I was, was almost entirely white. A hospital. After I collected myself, I called for a nurse. Soon I found out what had happened in my consciousness. A girl whose dog had torn off the leash and had followed the smell of my blood had found me half an hour later at dawn. I had to tell them my story and was even sent to a therapist, to process the events. On television reports were regularly made by a serial killer, who soon became known as Joanna Grinning, due to the blood-red smileys, which was found at any sacrifice to the wall and because the media soon knew the identity of the killer. Nevertheless, the police did not manage to bring them under lock and key - that would have been very reassured. Despite the fact that the doctors of the hospital always soothed me, I had the feeling that she would rush at any moment through the door and I ram a knife into the neck. One day, shortly before my release, I found a bunch of flowers on my bedside table and a card. Curious, I read it, it was a list. Most of the names were crossed out. A single was encircled.

Stephen. My name. There is no place where I can escape. I have no choice but to look as my fate contrary. I want to warn you. She has gone insane and will show mercy to anybody. Maybe you're facing them only in passing in the street askance, which would give her. That voice in your head is to the whispers her things. I do not think you can escape from it. No one can. I neither.

You leans back and enjoys it, your end. For you can not hide you. I'm going to push and watch her slowly perishes in a corner. DEAD END.

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