Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24633527-20140319141109

As the title says, I'm not sure if I would be allowed to share this creepypasta, as it may be considered a spin-off of the One-Man Hide and Seek one that is on this wiki. I originally wrote it for a contest in October, so it is a little old, I've made a few modifications to the original. Would it be alright to post?

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One, two, three.

"For the first game, I, Jade, shall be it.”

I repeated this sentence three times, my voice calm despite my shaking hands, holding the old stuffed bear filled with rice and my fingernails over the water-filled bathtub. My family was away, so they wouldn't get caught. Mother was at work, big sister was staying with a friend, little sister was staying the night at her father's apartment, and big brother was out of town. I had my apartment all to myself.

''Good. It was better that way; more fun for me.''

I dropped the hand-sewn teddy bear into the water as I was instructed, then dashed out of the bathroom. Every room I passed, I made sure every light was off; even if it was a blinking light from my dying laptop. The house was nearly silent, aside from any noise from my walking. Closing my eyes, it only shrouded me in more darkness. Did you know I have a habit of naming things after deities of mythology?

One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten.

Ready or not, Hel, here I come.

I grabbed the scissors I decided to use for the game, the sharp instrument was cool to the touch. Using these would make it much more fun. I raced up the stairs, my adrenaline was high, to get back to the bathroom. There she was, looking innocent in the icy water I dropped her in, with the two red button eyes I had sewn onto her. I sewn her myself, specifically for this game, a long time ago.

"I've found you, Hel..!" I said as I knelled to the tub, grabbing the doll by his head. I stabbed her over, and over, and over. I could feel a smile creep onto my face that would make the Cheshire Cat jealous. Too bad for him.

I giggled, an insane little chuckle from the creepiest student in my school. It's no wonder why others avoided my like they did, even if I just wanted to play a game with them. Oh well, they were all cowards anyway.

"Now Hel is the Devil, Hel is It." I said quietly, leaving the scissors upright in the teddy bear's chest. I made a quick turn out of the bathroom, and rushed downstairs again. Closets were the best hiding places; I ran into the one in the kitchen with the trash can and cleaning supplies. My glass of salt water was on the shelf above me, which I took into my hands in case I needed it.

''Silence. Stillness. Darkness.''

I had to keep silent. If I wasn't quiet, Hel would find me. She'd be angry with me for stabbing her, she'd likely do the same to me. Bloody, bloody Jade, killed by the old stuffed animal with blood-stained scissors in her paw. What a pathetic and pitiful fate to suffer!

I heard my cats hiss. They would be left alone; her target was a human, not a feline. We made that clear in the rules. I felt a scratching on the door and a quiet kitten's meow. Was it...Bastet?! No no, kitty, you can't tell Hel where I am! Now...she was running away, I could hear her dashing up the stairs.

A soft tapping was on the door now. Surely, Hel followed Bastet's insightful instincts, and came looking here. I had no choice now, I wish it lasted longer; I put as much salt water as I could into my mouth. This would surely stop her.

I flung the door open, and she was indeed there, the scissors in hand. I felt a sharp pain in my leg, but I chose to ignore it. I threw the salt water that remained in my cup onto Hel, spat the salt water in my mouth on the doll, it sounded like steam when it made contact.

"I won! I won! I won!!"

Three times, that should do the trick.

I grabbed the doll, leaving the scissors there. I walked outside, throwing on my old tennis shoes, and tossed the doll into the neighbor's little fireplace in the back of the apartment complex. They wouldn't mind me using it for this, I'm sure. I already had the matches there, and plenty of small sticks to help feed the wonderful flames.

I lit a match; the final key in ending all this. I threw it in, onto the rice that was exposed, and simply watched the doll burn. And burn. And burn. It took awhile from still being pretty soaked, but that was okay. Nothing was left but ashes and the button eyes when the dawn sun began to shine on my world again. I glanced at my leg; would you look at that? She managed to cut me, but it didn't look like a bad hit to me.

I silently walked inside, turning on the kitchen light. There was a few drops of my blood if front of the kitchen closet where I was standing; was that when she got me? Must have been...

I cleaned my wound and wrapped a bit of gauze around it, nice and tight. It would likely be healed well enough by tonight. My pants leg would hide the bandages well. I cleaned the floor, and  the scissors with salt water for extra precaution. You know, don't want anything bad happening, right?

My family would never suspect a thing. I'd make sure of it. 