User:It'llbeokay

Hey..My name is Charli..This isn't a fake Creepypasta such as Jeff The Killer or Ben Drowned, this is something that happened to me through out the years and is still happening..It's caused me voices, insomnia, and it is now even hard for me to sleep by myself, due to being too afraid of what might be staring at me in the corner of my room or through the window of my room, no matter how many blankets I hang over it. Nightmares and Voices have become my life and i'm only in 8th grade. Yes, I know, I sound like another emo girl just trying to get you to read my story so I can find some kind of pleasure in getting to know that you're stupid enough to believe it, But, I'm not here to do that. No one listens to me anymore and I find it stress relieving in some kind of odd way as just to write and express what happened to me when I was 12.

So. I should start.

03/06/2014

My mother told my sister and I that she had been looking at a house for awhile now, our old one falling apart due to age and weather, so, you could imagine how happy we were to hear the news. After about a week or so of packing and moving to the new place, my sister and I (Harli is my sisters name), just now seeing the home, due to my mother and her friend doing all the moving, were amazed at the beauty of it. No, it wasn't some giant house with a spiral staircase and a diamond chandler It was small, though long, the front of it having a small garden along the side of it, obviously needing some work as to pull up weeds and dead shrubs.

Grabbing the keys from my mom, I ran into the home after struggling with the lock, a large gust of cold air blowing in my face, a small whisper blowing through my ear. Thinking mostly nothing of it, I walked around and Soon picked out my own room in the back of the house, due to it having it's own bathroom and a fairly sized closet, though, when I walked in the second time with a box of some clothes and shoes, I could see a small doll in the middle of the room. Setting the box down then walking over to the doll itself, I crouched down to look at it better. It was a small angel doll, her hair being blonde and her dress being white. Smiling to myself, having liked dolls at the time, I picked it up and stood, turning it as to look at its back. Seeing a small tug string. Grabbing a hold of it, I tugged, The song "Jesus loves me" playing through out the room, though, as it continued to play, her voice soon got deep and static filled. I got scared at that point and dropped the doll, quickly running out to tell my mom and bring her back to the doll. But, when we got back, it was gone. I asked my sister about it as well as my aunt, though, no one had touched it.

After a couple days of living in the house, I decided to look around. Walking put to the back, It was actually very pretty. A fence around the back and one around a small pin as if the last person who had lived there had chickens. Then, there was the thing that really made everything stand out. And that was the well. It seemed to be old, due to the fact that the bricks holding it were faint in color and had vines growing along the sides of it. Though, there was a round, wooden lid on top of it. Walking over to it, being the curious pre-teen that I was, I took off the lid, the retched scent of something decaying filling my nose. Gagging at it, I dropped the lid onto the ground, covering my mouth as to keep away the smell. Though, I looked inside non the less, Seeing mostly dead leaves and something that looked white, as If it were a bone. And a small ring that caught my eye, leaning down as to pick it up, I moved away before I could Pick it up, The smell making me nauseous and dizzy. Putting the lid back on, I went back inside, sighing out then took in a large breath of fresh air.

I never told my mom nor sister about the well.

I woke up one morning before everyone else, due to it now being summer vacation and everyone was asleep. I decided to get on the computer and look at some videos on YouTube. After about a minute or so, I started to hear something that sounded like it was coming from the attic. It sounded like footsteps. Staying completely quiet, as well as still, I listened to it, a small hint of fear running through me suddenly turned into a tsunami of complete horror, the low sound of groaning in my ear. Letting out a loud scream of horror, I ran to my moms room, crying and shaking. I didn't want to live there anymore. Though, she thought I was just imagining things and That it was too early for that. Though, when I told my sister, she believed me. She always did. No matter how silly the story.

That was the last of the weird happenings through that whole year, though, started up again around may or so of 2015.

It was early in the morning as I woke up to my mom and sister gasping and yelling to each other in shock, telling each other to get their phones and take pictures of whatever they were talking about. So, I got up to investigate and soon, I found myself gasping in dis-belief as well. Large scratch marks were seen down the door of my mothers room, seeming as if they were burnt into it. My mother soon started to believe what My sister and I had been saying all along and called somebody in as to look around. Someone that handled with "Paranormal Activity". Though, it wouldn't be there until the next week.

That was the worst week of our lives.

Footsteps, scratch marks on our skin, things moved around, noises..We couldn't stay there any longer so we went back to our grandmothers to stay there until the upcoming week. My mother wouldn't allow my sister and I to attend so we stayed at our grandmothers house and waited there for the day.After she came back to pick us up, she had told us that the man that had come there and had lots of important looking equipment with him. She told us that after he was done, he told her that there were a father, mother, and two children who lived there with us as spirits. So, my mother called the woman that owned the home the records to it. Apparently, in 1987, the family who lived there, burnt to death, the father killing his wife and children then burnt their bodies, then, killed himself.

That must explain the voice of the doll.

The next day, my mother and aunt decided we were going to move out and move in with our grandmother. Though, I couldn't sleep for a few days, the growing sensation of someone staring at me filling me with fear, so, I went to stay with my aunt for the night, then, come back the next morning and help with the moving.

It wasn't long until I came back and started to move things out of the house and into the moving van. Though, the next time I went in, it also being the last time, I grabbed a hold of the box of a few clothes, standing up, then turning, letting out a loud scream at what I saw next. Though. It was only for a second. I remember it like I was staring at it for an hour. It was a tall male, his skin, along with everything else, as well as his long, clawed fingers, were completely black, though, his eyes were a fiery red. He whispered something to me that I will never forget. Something that changed my life and has kept changing it till this day.

It'll be okay

and left. My mother came running in as to see what happened, her eyes wide as she saw me standing there, crying my eyes out. And with that, we left and never came back.

Ever since then, I have been seeing things in the corner of my eye, out my window, everywhere. The voices won't stop and my Insomnia medication isn't helping anymore. I will keep you, the reader, updated on what happens from here on out.

This is the beginning of something big.

I know it.