User:ShadowBlood13

Hi, my name is Lilith Elliott and I'm 16. I'm not really used to telling people my... story. Let me just start off with that I had a rough child hood, and in my early teen years. I lost a friend, and I was stalked by psycho killers. It all started when I used to like creepypasta. But I soon started to read and learn more about creepypastas. Now that I think about it, getting into creepypasta ruined my life. But anyway, when I was around 14 I came home from school to find a dark blackish grey mask sitting on my bed, on the mask was black feminine eyes and lips, and dark red liquid dripped from the eyes, like they were bleeding. I was afraid to put it on, in fear that Slenderman might take over my body once and for all. I already hurt my mother, and I won't do it again. But it's kind of hard to keep a straight focus when you feel your sanity slipping away. At night I can hear laughing, but it's my laughing. I can hear screaming coming from in the distance. But about a year later, it all stopped, I felt normal again. I didn't get Slender sickness, the nightmares went away, and the laughing stopped. I felt safe for once. But enough about my past. I want to talk about why I'm telling you this. I was sitting at the kitchen counter, eating dinner, listening to Black Veil Brides and Sum 41. I had big grey eyes, a roundish lightly freckled face, and short edgy golden brown hair, I was wearing a black beanie, a deep maroon sweatshirt, a white tank top, black slightly ripped jeggings, and my black high top converse. My hunting knife was sitting on the table next to my plate. I got the hunting knife for Christmas, since we live practically in the middle of no where! So anyway, I was home alone with my two younger sisters, one of them was 13 and the other was 10. They were in the living room watching TV. I soon was done eating and decided to go up to my room, I sheathed my hunting knife into this belt harness that held around my waist. It was starting to get dark and the cool spring air became colder and the wind became harsher. It soon started to rain, it was storming. As I reached the spiral staircase, I hesitated for a moment, I felt that something life changing was going to happen, but I ignored it. The attic was cozy and warm. I plopped down onto my bed and closed my eyes, my parents would be home any minute now. I was half asleep when I heard a scream coming from downstairs that shook me awake. I quickly unsheathed my knife and rushed down the stairs so fast that my beanie fell off, and ran into the living room to find my sisters' bodies laying motionless in front of the TV, on the ground. A tear ran down my cheek.

"Wow!" A raspy voice chuckled behind me, "he never told me you were emotional!"

My eyes widened and I turned around as fast as I could with my knife tightly gripped in my right hand. My muscles stiffened when I saw the person standing in front of me, it was Jeff the Killer. He was holding his bloody knife in one hand, and my mask in the other.

"I was going to do that!" I shouted pointing at my dead sisters, I then realized what I had said and my face went deathly pale, I shook my head then whispered to myself, "I'm. Not. Crazy."

Jeff grinned as he heard me, "oh course you're crazy! We all are!" He then held the mask out to me, "my 'boss' sent me to get you. So here's the deal, it's either you come with me and you don't get hurt, but you have to work for my 'boss'! Oorrrr... I leave you here, you get caught, and you get sent to jail for the rest of your life! The choice is yours!"

I bit my lip in anger, I closed my eyes and in a blink of an eye I found myself charging at Jeff with my knife! I guess Jeff didn't expect a fight, because to me, he looked pretty startled. So I ended up stabbing Jeff in the arm, he hollered in pain. I ripped the knife out of the killer's arm and backed away.

But after Jeff calmed down a bit, he started to laugh. He threw the mask in front of me and said, "you better choose quick!" He than ran out into the stormy night, holding his knife in his teeth and clutching his wounded arm.

I frowned, that's when I heard a car door slam. My parents were home. I looked down at the mask, then my sisters, then the garage door. I shook my head and grabbed the mask, I held it in my hand for a second, then quickly put it on and ran out the back door. The rain hit me like rocks. But I kept running.

"Don't worry Lilith, everything is going to be fine..." I whispered to myself.

I finally made it to the edge of the dense forest, I stepped into the darkness to find a flashlight shining in my face. I winched in pain as the light burned my eyes.

"You're gunna blind her you asshole!" I heard Jeff's raspy voice whisper.

"Sorry!" a voice whispered back, but this voice sounded... muffled.

Seconds later the light moved. Static filled my ears, and standing in front of me was Slenderman, with Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Masky, and Hoodie standing behind him. Slenderman was holding out his hand.

"We have a deal," I sighed, and shook Slenderman's pale white hand, and shook it.

But that's when the last part of my sanity that I've held onto for so long, finally disappeared. The laughing that was once silenced, was free again. And this story was how I gained the name Shadow Blood. 'Shadow' stands for me, I guess, maybe it's because I can't go in public like I used to and just have been hanging in the woods with the other proxies (after the incident, I've gotten to know them better), and the 'bleeding eyes' stand for my past, and my friend. Hoping one day I'd see her again.