User:Moleman2112

 Lucy- creepypasta

 Hello.



 My name is Joseph Murray and this is my tale.



 I’ve never been to confident or adventurous. At heart I’m just an innocent kid.....but I never acted that way.



 I always tried to 'play the bad boy' and act cool and charismatic in public in a desperate attempt at popularity and acceptance



 Hell ! don’t we all? You're probably chuckling to yourself right now thinking of a loveable loser I remind you of...But I digress.







 It was a Tuesday Night and as Usual I had nothing better to do than to go to the nearest bar.



 None of my friends were interested In joining me. As they rightly pointed out they had work in the morning ,as did I and no one goes out during the week.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> But I ignored their good advice anyway. I put on some cheap cologne and My 'good levis' and Headed out.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> The bar was Not surprisingly pretty empty. Just a couple of old men nursing spirits and a small crowd Of teenagers.....and then there was 'Her'.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> A beautiful looking girl with bright red hair and 3 tattoos At least 3 I could see. I presumed there were others underneath what little clothes she was wearing.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Dressed entirely In black her tattoos displayed dragons and other such mythical creatures. Suffice to say she had the 'Rock Chick' look nailed.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> She was dancing seductively near the jukebox. It was playing some 'Groove metal' song I didn’t quiet recognize. I was surprised by how little attention anyone seemed to be paying to her.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I had a few more drinks for courage and approached her expecting instant rejection with my false confident alter ego In toll. I asked her her name and with a shy smile and sensual Giggle she responded

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> 'Lucy'

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I told her mine and we began to chat. To be entirely honest I couldn’t believe my luck when I had been talking to her for a few minutes and she still seemed interested in me.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Usually girls rejected me within a minute or two of me introducing myself. This girl seemed to not only tolerate me but appeared to be flirting. Everything she said was In a tone of voice I cant quiet describe

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Its not an unusual tone of voice just one that’s hard to put into words. It has a slight suggestively sexual tone to it. You have most Likely heard it from a girl before. Most Likely when they wanted you to buy them something.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Like alcohol or jewelry.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I thought that was probably the case here. Either that or she was just teasing me.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> But then to My surprise she offered to by ME a drink. She turned to the barman and whispered something. To this day I don’t know what It was but It sounded like it was in another language

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> One I didn’t recognize, somewhere between Hebrew and Arabic. She handed me a shot Of clear liquid I assumed it was vodka. I usually don’t drink spirits But I wasn’t going to argue with her.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I wasn’t going to blow my chance to 'Score with a hot chick' so I drank it.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> It wasn’t vodka.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> It was to strong. absinth? No stronger still. I don’t know what it was but after 2 or 3 of them I was feeling pretty drunk. I noticed Lucy hadn’t

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> drunk any. I asked her why and as badly as I slurred my speech she understood me. She said she had an extreme tolerance for alcohol ,she couldn’t get drunk.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Then she asked me If she wanted to go for a ride. I said yes.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> we Got outside and she walked over to a car. A rather expensive Looking B.M.W and glanced around her suspiciously before entering

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I didn’t question it at the time. The part of my brain that dealt with Logic was muffled by alcohol and my overactive libido.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> we Began to drive. I assumed we were going back to hers. I was about to pass out on the leather seats when I was thrust back Into consciousness by a police siren. I looked around and Noticed we were Being followed by 2 squad cars. Over the intercom I could vaguely make out them saying something about a stolen vehicle.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I was still pretty drunk and only half awake at this stage.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> 'Lucy.... is this car stolen?' I asked. She gave me that same smile and giggle as before then responded 'Don’t worry about them'. One of the Police cars then swerved off road into a tree and began to catch fire as It faded out of sight. The other simply disappeared from sight altogether.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I assumed it had taken a different route to intercept us up ahead.....but It never did.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> As I put the police car out of my mind I began to notice we were driving deeper into the heart of

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> 'The bad part of town' as my mother always calls it. It reminded me a little of 'grove street' I used to love playing GTA SA as a kid. Those were good times. Of course the drug dealers and various scum that populated this street weren’t quiet as endearing as 'Sweet' or 'Big Smoke'.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Lucy finally stopped the Car in a back alley and told us we were 'here'.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> A rather stereotypical drug dealer was just finishing up with another 'client'. I was puzzled and surprised when the dealer turned to Lucy and bowed. That’s right BOWED!!. He then proceed to ask 'what will it be this time Master'. I naively thought to myself ' wow drug dealers really are a lot nicer and more respectable than people give them credit for'.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Lucy said she wanted 'A Starter kit for the new recruit '.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I wondered what 'a starter kit ' was and was I? The new recruit?

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> The dealer handed Lucy a brick of heroin and then......vanished.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> She walked over to me and asked me did I want to try it.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I hesitated for a moment before I had to come clean.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I told her I hadn’t done drugs before. I told her how I was uneasy in this neighborhood.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I told her I was frankly 'creeped out by this whole evening'.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> She told me If I took the drugs.....she would have sex with me.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I never thought I would have to think about an offer to have sex from an attractive girl but this was no ordinary girl. In the end my libido got the better of me and I agreed. I wont bother trying to describe the sensation the heroin gave me. Its indescribable. If you've ever tried it you'll know.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> It seemed pretty great. However my rational thought and motor skills were strongly affected. Much like being drunk. Very very drunk.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Lucy then walked over to a homeless man lieing in the corner ,quietly snoring. I hadn’t noticed him before. He seemed to just blend into the scenery. Somehow this made me smile but of course I was drugged out of my mind. Which is why I didn’t really react to what happened next.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Lucy whipped out a knife. Out of thin air it seemed. She certainly didn’t have anywhere to conceal it on her skimpy outfit. In one quick motion she sliced the homeless mans throat. He didn’t move or scream. The kill was executed so flawlessly I doubt he ever knew what happened. He just fell asleep that day and never woke up. I know what you're probably thinking. Why didn’t I scream and run for help.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Why was I admiring this killers handiwork.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Well you have to understand I was in a dreamlike state. Things didn’t really register and as for running. My limbs felt like they were made out of lead. Not a helpless or unnatural feeling exactly. Just the sort of feeling you sometimes experience lieing on your couch. A type of blissful comfort.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> She then proceeded to dip her finger in the mans wound and draw some on the ground in blood. It started with a circle and spiraled into a series of complex and intricate shapes and designs.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I was impressed not only by the complexity of what she had drawn but also by the fact that she seemed to do it with only one draw of blood.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> She danced in the circle. Speaking that same mysterious language. She the stopped and looked me in the eyes. She said 'its time. Fuck me'

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I never thought I would refuse sex from a pretty girl like her but I knew This wasn’t right. I simply said 'no' got up, and began to walk away. In away I’m glad I accepted the heroin I’m sure without it everything that happened to me would have terrified and traumatized me. I certainly wouldn’t have reacted so calmly. Even now I’m not sure if it really even happened. Perhaps It was a dream?

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Before I left I found myself stopping and turning.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I had to ask.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I had to know.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> I looked at Lucy, hesitated a second, and asked her.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> 'Who are you?'

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> she smiled...and giggled

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> That same smile and laughter as before.

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> She responded 'silly boy. Dont you know?'

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> 'I already told you.'

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<p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> 'My name is Lucy......its short for Lucifer '

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