Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32641928-20170721111642

H''ello, my name is Jackie and I had an odd few days. So I felt that it would be in my interest to both capitalize on the popularity of creepy-pastas as well as get to tell people this odd situation. If you can’t tell I have no real life so I had no one else to tell outside of my cat and I am pretty sure she is sick of my stories. ''

Anyway, it started like this…

On Monday, my father thought it would be interesting to surprise me with a gift. I found this odd due to the fact I hadn’t asked for anything. At the time I assured my father I appreciated the gift but it was completely unnecessary. He assured me that he did it out of his own free will because he feels an intense feeling of deep affection for me. I assured him that I felt quite similar. He assured me that he did it out of his own free will because he feels an intense feeling of deep affection for me. I assured him that I felt quite similar. This seemed to put him in high spirits so I decided to indulge myself in the gift. I likely would have put it to the side and neglected it otherwise. It was a small sketchbook, my father has brought me many things like this lately. It’s due to a suggestion given to him by my aunt. It would seem that I am not good at showing my emotions and he began to ask my aunt for parental advice. Being upset feels like it should be the right reaction, but I am sure that the combination of characteristics that make up my personality can be trying. I feel sorry for my father he has had to deal with me for so long. I sit looking at the book, it had about 200 pages in total. Although to be completely forthright I am not completely sure about that as my cat, Cat had distracted me. With that said, for the most part, I am sure that is the right amount of pages. As for other details, it was black with some markings on the front of it. I recall at the time I  believed it was from a movie, likely some of the many trying to capitalize on Twilight. Although I doubt that was correct now. Out of my control, I felt that I had to draw within it. It would be disingenuous for me to assert that this book was what forced me to feel this way. However, it would be fair to assure you that I hadn’t had the urge to draw before that moment and I felt quite strange. I find art fascinating yet it would be a lie to say I want to want to put the work into the interest and rather watch from afar.

I began to draw within the book. It was a young girl in the water, she had a long flowing white dress and long light brown. She had closed eyes yet if I had the ability to draw capable eyes, they would have been blue. I, in all honesty, have no clue where the idea of this girl came from but I enjoyed her design despite how amateurish it was. When I was complete, I looked at the book for some time, I wanted to name her. I understand names are nothing but a word or set of words used to address or refer to others. That alone makes the idea of naming a poorly drawn figure that only I will see that is meant to represent the human form illogical yet I found the idea of it quite interesting. I wondered “If I name you will you become real?” yes, I know that is quite irrational, but it was a fun thought. I must assure you I did not find a name on that day. Later that night I began to have dreams that were somewhat out of the usual. The girl I had drawn was within them, always too far for me to touch, but close enough for me to see a smile on her face. It was what my father would note adorable, although to me it was quite uncomfortable. It felt as if she was masking her true intentions with a smile and I had no interest in someone like that invading my dreams. I don’t if she was there very long since dreams often feel much longer than real life, but I am for the most part quite sure she whispered “Adeline” at one point. The next day I went to the book and wrote down the name, assuming my subconscious had just come up with the name. Collectively the day was fairly unremarkable, although it felt as if someone was watching me for most of it, it would be underhanded to say it wasn’t my own paranoia. Things did not truly start to become odd of the usual until I had the misfortune to see her in my sink. Misfortune isn’t the right word, it suggests that the act of finding out something unknown was following me is a bad thing. It’s closer to double edged sword or a good indicator that I may be insane. I wanted to ignore her yet the situation was far too interesting to ignore. I inquired “Who are you?” she smiled much like she did within the dream “I am you”. When I first heard this it surprised me, she was likely a figment of my imagination. When thinking that way the answer would not be false, but “if you are me, who am I?” she laughs mocking me “you are you and I am you.” I look in the water like it was a mirror for some time before answering, “So you are in my mind, interesting.”  I turn to walk away “then this conversation is best terminated” as I walk out she pulls my hand, it felt like she was trying to force me back into the room. I ignored this going to my bedroom, that night I dreamed of her again this time she was much closer than before with brown water leaking from her mouth and eyes as she asked me many questions I didn't wish to answer. I just set in the corner trying to ignore her as the room filled with her dark liquid. The next day should try to pull me into the room again, this time much stronger than before. Realizing this situation may get out of hand, I decided to destroy the picture of her and throw the book in the trash. I doubted it would do any good, but I felt that it would at least stop my subconscious from running wild. Now, days later, I felt seen or heard from her once, I am assuming it was likely my imagination yet, to be frank, I am not completely sure and the idea of this scares me. So I decided to share this with people as a way to get this situation out of my mind.  