Lilly

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My son was three. Barely three years old when he mentioned her name. Lilly.

That name chilled me, just the same as it does now.

Getting ready to leave to spend the day with my brothers, I noticed my son in a bit of a trance-like state. Just standing by the side door on the back part of our living room. I asked, "What's the matter baby?"

"Lilly." Was his reply.

"Who's Lilly?" I asked, letting out a tone of anger I didn't mean. I'm not sure if it was the name itself, or the distracted breathy way he said it that disturbed me. Nevertheless, it was haunting and I didn't know why it scared me so much.

After a few moments he said it again. This time repeating almost urgently, 'Lilly, Lilly, Lilly..." Still facing the door.

I turned him to look at me, again I asked, "Baby who is Lilly?"

He didn't say anything. My question seemed to have confused him, as if he never heard that name before. I had never seen him so out of being himself than he was the rest of that day.

As I gathered our things and started to leave, he almost didn't want to go. The adventurous little spirit he always was seemed to have stayed behind as we pulled out of the drive way. He was too quiet, too timid, just too still. So, I went with my brothers, to lunch, shopping and just trying to make the best of the day. All I wanted was for him to come out of the little hole he seemed to be in.

If only I had known what laid in wait back at our home, I would have drove and never came back. I would have called a Priest, or a Medium. Anything to free us from the entity that called itself Lilly to my little boy.

It wasn't right for him to have been so quiet and still the entire day. It scared me, and even my brothers had noticed it. Anytime I would ask what was wrong, all he would say was, "Nothing mommy. I love you." And he would hug me and kiss my cheek.

Later that evening, as I pulled into the driveway he started crying that he didn't want to go home. I tried my hardest to comfort him, but nothing I said would calm him. He kept saying, "I don't like that house!"

After a few minutes I took him inside, thinking maybe he was just really tired. Once I got him in and sat him down, he calmed almost instantly. I don't know why I didn't see it in his eyes. The emptiness that filled my baby boy took complete control of him.

He began chanting, "Lilly, Lilly Lilly LILLY LILLY LILLY LILLY!!!"

Tears filled my eyes as a creature began to form in front of him the louder he said her name. "Quit it! Stop, please honey stop!"

I screamed in horror and tried to move him. I wanted so badly to take him and run from the thing that had almost completely manifested itself. But I couldn't. He was frozen in place. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move my son from where he was sitting.

Just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. And this Lilly creature was completely upon him. It stood upright, looked like a woman with porcelain pale skin and tight wrinkles all over her body. Long clawed fingers, pitch black eyes and an odd slit of a mouth lined with razor sharp teeth. I was fixed in fear as I screamed.

It smiled and in one swift movement, threw me to the ground and snatched up my baby boy. Before I could even let out a breath, it had vanished into the wall.

I got up yelling, "Come back! You bring my baby back!"

Crying and screaming for it to bring my son back to me I ran through the house checking every room. The thing that took my son was no where to be found. My son had also vanished with this Lilly.

I realized I had to report my little boy missing. What else could I do? Soon after, I packed up and left. I was unable to live in the stillness of what was once my happy little home, and knowing my son was somewhere there. Where I couldn't get to him.



Credited to ForeverAleena

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