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This is my first Creepypasta so I wanted to know what everyone thought before I gave it my own page. I named the story "Don't Scream"

It was a summer night when the life of teenage Samantha Gordon took a turn for the worst.

She had a content life till this moment, nice friends, caring family.

However, Samantha or “Sam” as her friends called her had one flaw, she talked way too much, at least, in their eyes. Samantha Gordon was the most quiet person in her group, never said much and so when she talked it seemed like she was talking too much. Her presences grew overbearing, her voice annoying, her existence distasteful. This was what her so called friends thought of her.

She was none the wiser. It was a normal night, a dark night, and Samantha was riding in the car with four of her friends, Wendy, Oscar, Peggy, and Carl. They were supposed to be taking Samantha home, until the car stopped.

“Get out.” The voice of Carl said. Samantha’s head snapped to his direction, her blue eyes met his green ones. “What?” She asked, unsure if this were a prank.

“Get out Sam, look...we had a nice run with you in the group but you don’t really fit in anymore. You’re great and all, and I’m sure you’ll find better friends...just not with us. Now please get out of my car.”

The sixteen year old girl couldn’t process what was happening. Just about fifteen minutes ago they were laughing, watching a movie. Now she was being abandoned on the road, being told that now she had no friends, that everything had pretty much been a lie.

“Carl...come on this isn’t a funny prank.” She said, practically pleading. “If this is real, can’t you just drive me home? At least give me that. Why even take me out of my house in the first place?”

A hand, Oscar’s hand reached over to Samantha’s door, throwing it open. “Nope! Get out!” he said.

Samantha stared at her old friends before she climbed out the car with her bag. The moment she was completely out of the car, it drove off. She couldn’t believe it.

She looked around to find out where they had dropped her off so she could head home. She didn’t feel right walking outside at such a late hour.

The night was eerie and rubbed her the wrong way. She was grateful that she had decided to wear her brown gladiator sandals instead of wedges like Peggy tried to convince her to do. The more she thought about it the more she noticed how her so called friends tried to make this moment as hard for her as possible.

Samantha grew bitter, a nasty taste left in her mouth at their actions. She continued walking but paused when she heard footsteps behind her.

She didn’t dare look back, she tried to be as normal as possible as she continued walking. Her breath thickened in fear. Her mind growing fuzzy as her true position settled in. Her feet sped up, trying to get away from the person behind her, soon, she was in a full out run.

Her curly black hair flowing in the wind behind her, her pale blue eyes wide with fear. Her pale skin grew paler if even possible.

She continued running until her hair was caught and she was yanked back. Samantha let out a blood curdling scream.

“Shut up! Stop screaming!” a male voice scolded as she was dragged into the woods. Her white sun dress was now dirtied, colored gray. Her brown belt has broken, the ends of her dress ripped and tattered as twigs and branched got caught on her, it now stopping mid-thigh when the length originally stopped just above her knees.

Her heart pounded as she was thrown to the ground, tears flowing from her eyes.

Suddenly, her fear was erased. She looked up into the eyes of her attacker, familiar eyes, familiar, everything. Tanned skin, blue jeans, black, gray, and white plaid button up shirt, black sneaker, green eyes, brown hair, it was her Carl.

“Carl!” She cried, getting up to embrace him, she knew it was all a prank, a very bad prank. She was slapped back to the ground.

Her heart sped up again, he wasn’t playing around. She couldn’t understand why though, he had just kicked her out of the group, wasn’t that enough?

“There’s something you don’t know about me Sam…” He chuckled as he kneeled next to her, brushing her matted hair from her face. “I don’t hate you, I might even love you but…” The boy sighed. “Well, Wendy wanted to try some stupid Devil’s worship thing, and you were voted to be the sacrifice, and you weren’t exactly everyone’s favorite so….it was unavoidable. I’m here to help you run. They’ll be here soon, you need to get away, get out of town and never come back.” He said as he pulled the girl up.

“I can’t be friendly with you, they need to think they I hate you, I’ve given you a five minute start, my car is in the alley you passed on the way here, take it and go.” He said as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his keys.

“Carl…” Samantha whispered as a shadowy figure hovered above him.

The teen boy had no idea, he shook his head and hushed her. “Shut up! I don’t want them hearing you!” He said before pulling her head forward and kissing her forehead. “Just go, just --”

The boy’s throat was slit. he reached for his throat trying to cover the cut as he fell on top of Samantha, adding blood to her dirtied dress.

The girl screamed as she was yanked from her friend. “Shut up! Didn’t you hear him?! Seriously, you’re so annoying.” The male, Scott, said.

“If you were smart you’d have stayed quiet you may have gotten into my favor. There could be so many things you could be doing with that mouth of yours other than screaming right now.”

The two girls, Wendy and Peggy giggled.

Oscar picked up the knife that had killed Carl off the floor. “Guys...this is bad...we were only supposed to cut up Sam a little! Carl was never supposed to be touched! This has gone too far, no was supposed to die!”

“Shut up Oscar! Samantha was always supposed to die you idiot! This is real Oscar! It’s real! This isn’t one of the pranks you pull! It’s fine, two sacrifices, more power to us. Ugh! Samantha would you stop screaming!” He shouted in the frightened girl’s face.

He pushed her to the ground and straddled her waist, after yanking the knife from Oscar’s shaking hands. “I swear...always making things so difficult.”

He pried her mouth open as he dug the knife inside. Samantha’s heart almost exploded as he began cutting out her tongue. Blood overflowed her mouth, choking her, keeping her from screaming.

“That’s better...you were always meant to just be the pretty face of the group darling...better silent.”

Oscar bent over, emptying his stomach at the gruesome sight. “A-aye...Scott come on, just kill her and put her out of her misery..”

The boy, Scott, huffed and glared at Oscar. “Fine.” He muttered, slitting Samantha’s throat.

July 15th

“The bodies of Carl Jackson and Samantha Gordon were found brutally murdered in Harrison Park. Their killers have been found due to the confession from Oscar Daniels.”

August 15th

“Peggy Smith was found in her cell today, her tongue was removed and her neck was cut open”

September 15th

“Wendy Miller was found today, murdered in her cell.”

October 15th

Scott Parker was blaring his radio, shaking on his bed in fear, today was either his or Oscar’s turn. They were taking revenge, coming beyond the grave just to kill them. He was the only one that got away with it, everyone else got arrested but him, because he ran. He changed everything there ever was about him, his hair, got contacts, his name, and ran.

His heart pounded, he began to sweat, he didn’t want to die. He didn’t deserve to die, he just wanted power and he took it. Granted, the book was a fake and they didn’t get any demonic powers from it, he didn’t deserve to die!

The radio muted, and soon static filled the air. Then, he heard her voice. “Scott! Scott you’re here!” She taunted, excitement in her voice. The teen let out a glass shattering scream. “Shut up!” The girl yelled, her body forming at the end of his bed, looking exactly as she did the day he killed her, her tears were replaced with blood, the blood no longer flowed from her neck and mouth, however it stained her skin. Whatever blood had trickled from her mouth and neck stayed there.

Her left sandal was missing, her dress tattered and ripped, the belt on her dress ripped open, darling on her waist. Her hair was a mess, it was still shoulder length, but would have been longer without all of the tangles, twigs, and mud in it. everything about her screamed death, but her eyes, her eyes were wide and alive.

Her voice continued to flow from the speakers, her mouth never moving. “You could do better things with that tongue if you weren’t such a prude.” she giggled, the dead girl smiled.

Scott couldn’t, for the life of him stop screaming. He didn’t want to die, she was angry, he got it. She was upset, he was crude, he was heartless, he didn’t make her death easy on her, but she was obviously alright! She was breathing in front of him. She couldn’t be an illusion, someone had killed his friends, it had to be her.

“Stop screaming!” Samantha yelled over the radio.

Suddenly another form materialized beside him. It was his dead friend, the collateral damage, Carl.

The dead boy too was dirtied, his clothes were ripped, but unlike Samantha, he had his tongue. His neck was cut open, which kept him from talking. He tried to cover his mouth and signal Scott to stop screaming, when that failed, he invaded Scott’s mind.

Don’t Scream, just run.

Scott followed his instructions, he tried to get up in run, his flaw? He didn’t stop screaming. Carl sighed in pity for his old friend as Samantha pinned the boy down, a sadistic grin on her face.

She shoved her hand in his mouth and ripped out his tongue, pulling a knife, the same knife he used to kill them and slit his throat.

She laughed in pleasure as she and Carl disappeared.

Three years later, the pattern was still the same, every month on the 15th someone died. The only survivor to survive Samantha's terror was Oscar Daniels, who instead of screaming, accepted his death. Oscar wanted to die after witnessing the sight of his two friends dying. Samantha left him suffer in misery, he was killing himself with guilt. He also didn’t make any noise, he didn’t annoy her, she had no reason to fight him when he was rotting in prison.

Don’t Scream, just run.

Carl’s advice saved few lives, as he watched his best friend kill many innocent and evil people due to the rage she held over her own death. He loved her all the same, so all he could do was give them the best advice until he learned how to either kill them both, or calm her rage. Don’t scream. 