Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26169026-20160129192530

Author's note: this story originates as the backstory for a character for something unrelated. I feel as if her backstory could stand alone as a creepypasta so here I am, seeking advice.

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I come from a long line of Mormons hailing from the tiny town of Vilmot, Utah. Father had three wives, including my mother. The problem was they ever actually told me who my mother was. Father didn't believe in television, but many of the mothers and other fathers did so when I was allowed to play with their children, I was allowed to watch it.

Around the time I turned twenty-six, my father decided that it was time for me to marry. The man I was supposed to marry had five wives already and I did not love him.

All I wanted was to be free, I wanted to be like the women I saw on television. I wanted to be an actress.

On the eve of my "wedding", I ran away after everyong in my house was asleep. The colder the night grew, the wearier I became. I had never been so far from home on my own, a part of me grew frightened. I stopped for a rest, thinking only to sit for a moment.

I was roused by the sound of an owl shrieking in the night. I was scared out of my wits, but that was when I noticed HIM. He just stared down at me, looking at me longingly. Never having met this man before, being drawn to him like a moth to a flame was scary, at best. He took me into his arms, whispering for me not to worry, that he would take care of me. He then sank his fangs into my neck, causing me to jump at the sudden exchange. I gew calmer the longer he held me. I knew in my heart that I didn't have to be afraid of him anymore, that I could come to care for this man. I felt the life drain from me. At the last moment, he bit his wrist and put it into my mouth. Sometime later, I awoke in a room I had never been in before, to the sounds of a city that I had never been to before. Part of me looked forward to the possibilities that lay before me... but first, I had to feed. 