User:Lacey Screams

After the word has spread of a new killer in town, one child survived and is here to tell us his story...

Hi, my name's Jimmy and I survived the attack of this so called Lacey Screams... It was night and I was in my room, fast asleep. My parents were out somewhere and they wouldn't come back 'till after tomorrow. So, I was sleeping until I heared a knock on my window. I turned around and met face to face with a girl. She was around 15 or so... Her forever crying eyes were staring into my soul, her red lips with that blood coming out of the edges, the hair, the bloodstained hair... Her clothes were torned and she looked cind of cute (Why, thank you! -Just forget it, Screams. -*growls*). She broke my window and came right inside my house. She held up her knife over me, ready to kill. She wispered: "Sweet Dreams..." Her voice... It was highpiched and she sounded like a child of 3. I thought I was dreaming. She plunged her knife into my stomach as I screamed. She was ready to stab me one more time, when we heared the police sirens. The neighbors must of seen her come in. She hissed and jumped out of my window and ran off into the fog and was never to seen from again. The cops came in and helped me to the nearest hospital, where I met with my parents. I told them everything I saw and heared. I don't know what she wanted from me but I hope she won't come back... -Jimmy

My name's Lacey. Lacey Lockwood. I recently finished elementry school, with my 14 years, so my family moved into a new neighborhood, closer to my new highschool. We now live in a two story house with a huge garden. There we have a fue flowers and an old willow tree. I lived with my mother and father. It was my first day of school, it wasn't far so I went by foot. Reaching the school, I saw three boys bullying a small defenceless girl. She was crying as they took her bag and snatched her lunch money. "Hey!" I shouted "Leave her alone!" "Who do you think you are?!" the boy in the middle said "My name's Lacey and you have no right to attack this girl!" "Well, Lacey..." he mocked "I'm Rick and these are John and Micheal. And you..." he went closer to me "...are my new target." He grabbed my arm, pulling me to him and pushing me down. I took off my backpack, so it doesn't get in my way, and got on my feet. I charged at Rick and pinned him to the ground, twisting his arm behind his back. Before I could say anything, I was pushed off of him by Michael. He grabbed my troath and wanted to choak me but he didn't, fearing the principal. John came over and hit me in the face with his foot. Next thing I knew, they were all over me, kicking me and punching me wherever they could. The schoolbell saved my life, they went inside. As I got up on my weak, shaky legs, I felt blood piercing its way out the corner of my mouth. I had scars and bruses all over my face and arms. I went into the school for my first class. The rest of the school semester was living hell to me. Every day, they bullied me, took my lunch money or just kicked me until I cought out blood. I had enough and, lucky for me, I didn't need to take it anymore. I was outside in the school garden, sitting under a willow, when my bullies came. "Yo, bith, where's my lunch money?!" Rick mocked "I didn't bring any." I said coldly Rick raised his hand to slap me but he was stopped by someone grabbing his arm and pulling him away. "Don't ever touch her again!" the boy yelled as he punched Rich in the stomach He ran away with his buddies behind him. "Are you alright?" the boy asked, crouching next to me I nodded: "I'm Lacey. What's your name?" "Nice to meet you, Lacey." he said "My name's Lorence." He sat next to me and we talked. I told him much about me and so did he. He's a fourthgrader, 17, he's going to a faculty school by the end of the school year. His hair was messy and blonde, his eyes blue as the sky and his smile soft as a rose. For the rest of the school year I spent with him. We would talk, walk, laugh and play together. We've know each other for two months now, only a month until the school ends. We met under the willow tree, he said he had something to tell me. Excitment ran trough me as I walked closer to him. He was holding a red rose in his hand. "Lacey..." he started "...will you make me the happiest student here and be my girlfriend?" I looked at him, eyes wide. A smile came on my face as I said with joy: "Yes! Of course I will!" and hugged him We've been dating since then, every night I'd have a dream about him kissing me but that never happened. Untill one day... It was my birthday, I was going to be 15. We met under the willow, again. It felt as if the willow was the source of our relationship. We've met there, he asked me out under it, it ment a lot to us. I found him sitting under our tree, so I came and sat next to him. "You know, Lacey..." he stated "Tomorrow school ends. And I'll be going to the faculty and I won't be able to see you anymore..." "You'll always be able to see me." I said "You can come over to my place or we can meet here... under our willow..." "A rose under the willow..." he said "I'll never forget that." "Just promise me one thing..." I asked "Anything." "Promise me that I'll see you again..." I continued "...and that you'll never leave me..." He leaned closer to me: "I promise..." and kissed me. My dreams came true. The kiss was soft and felt so right but I was sad he won't be here anymore. But we'll see each other again. He promised we will. He'd never lie to me. We'll always be together. It has been a long time since I've seen him last. I was starting to forget his name. Lorence? Yeah, that was it. I couldn't take it anymore, I sent him a text message saying: "Meet me under the willow in 10 minutes". I got dressed into my school uniform whitch was a dark blue jacket, a white T-shirt under it, a plaid red/gray skirt, white stockings, red sneakers and a red bow-tie. I went out, happy to see him again, I missed him soo much! I got to the willow and, seeing he wasn't there yet, I sat under it and waited. A fue minutes passed and a small girl came to me. "Are you Lacey?" she asked and I nodded I was confused. Who is she? Where's Lorence? What happened? "I'm Lorence's sister, Anna. I came to tell you, since it seems you don't know yet..." her voice told me it was hard for her to say "...Lorence... is dead..." W-what? Dead? No, it can't be. How? I felt my heart stop beating as I stopped breating. I ignored the cold tears what slid down my cheeks. My heart was broken, shattered into a million pieces. How? Why? Why Lorence? "He got k-killed..." his sister continued "He was sh-shot..." I couldn't take it anymore. Oh, my weak heart. The surroundings became blurry as I felt dissy. The last thing I saw was Anna running towards me, calling my name. And I blacked out. I woke up in my room, my mother besides me. "Honey, are you okay?" she asked worried I just shook my head. I couldn't talk, my mouth was dry; I couldn't feel anything but sadness, I was expressionless. My mother took a cup of tea from my desk and handed it to me. "Here, drink, you'll feel better." she said "I don't want to feel better..." I said I glared at the ceiling as she walked out of my room. Lorence, dead... I began to cry, I couldn't control myself. It was as if I lost my whole world. That's why, every day I went to the willow with a rose. I would talk to Lorence every day, I knew he heared me. He promised he'd never leave me. It has been one month since he died and I wished to be with him the whole night. I brought a red rose with me to the willow. I sat down and gave him the rose. The sun was slowly vanishing behind the mountains as the night aproached. The start twinkled in the dark sky, the moon was illuminating the tree, the crickets were singing their lullaby, whitch made me sleepy. I rested my head in the grass and laid there almost asleep. The smell of smoke woke me up from my slumber. Looking back at the willow, I saw it to lid on fire. I was burning down. I was dead struck, stood cold in place. I saw three figures ran away. Rick, John and Michael. They lid my tree on fire! The fire loomed around the tree and it finally came to me. I didn't m0ve, I couldn't feel my legs. As the fire reached my skin, I felt the need to stay here, with Lorence, I knew he'd do the same for me, I couldn't leave him, not now. The smoke got into my lungs as I lost air and stopped breathing. I laied helplessly under my burned tree as the fire wrapped around me and all I saw was red. My tree... gone... my love... my hope... my happiness... it was all gone... I closed my eyes and gave in. As my vision became a blur, I knew I was never to wake up again... It was dark, I couldn't see anything. I felt nothing. The only thing I could hear was my breath. How am I still alive? Am I even alive? My ears gaved me permision to hear further. "She's too weak, she can't make it." I heared a deep voice say "Please, doctor, do semething! Save her!" my mother cried "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do..." Just then, I heared the electrocardiogram (google translate) go crazy. It was ticking at a large speed. Am I really going to die? Well, at least I'll be reunited with my dear Lorence. I felt myselft convulsing as my eyes struck open. I felt my mouth being dry, my eyes wet and something spilling down out of the corner of my mouth, despite the burning feeling on my skin. "How are you feeling?" the doctor asked I couldn't answer. My skin felt like it changed, I had to see how I look like. I ran to the bathroom that was conected to my hospital room. No... What happened? I couldn't believe what I saw. How could this have happened? My skin was pale as death, my tear pipes (translator) were broken, so I cried uncontrolably, forever; my dark brown eyes had blood spilled in them, my lips were a dark shade of red, like a rose, they felt like one, too, with blood coming out from the corner. My brown hair was curly with red on the ends, it was bloodstained. My clothes were ripped and ashes were covering them. I had a scar on my stomach, where the T-shirt was torned, it was now gray from the cinders along with my socks. My sleeves from the jacket were ripped to short, my shirt was torned on the ends. My cheeks were covered with dust and ashes, as well, but were wipped clean from the tears. I fell on my knees. I looked like a ghost, I felt like one, too. "Come on, honey, let's go home..." my mother said, helping me up I felt even worse in my house, I felt like I was loosing sanity. It was night, the wind was houling trough the air, creating cold breezes; lightening struck and blinded the skys, the raindrops tapped on the windows. I sat there, on the floor in my room, in the corner, trying to gather my thoughts. Why did I survive? Don't the dead want me to come with them? And Lorence..? I don't understand. I suddently heared a whisper from a screaching unfamiliar voice: "You're alive! You're alive..!" "Hello?" I called. No answer. "You don't want to die..!" it continued "So they have to..!" "Who has to?" I asked. Nothing. Am I talking to myself? Am I going mad? My mind was whispering to me, I knew it... "The droor..." it commaned "The droor..!" I slowly got up, unsure of my doings. I came to my desk and opened the droor. There stood a bloodstained pocket knife. The handle was made out of the finest rosetree, the blade was sharp and strong, it could kill a man. "The knife..." it continued "The sharp knife..!" I was confused, scared and unsure. What am I doing? And why am I doing this? "The knife..!" I took the blade and abzorved its beauty. "The door..!" I came to my door and opened it "The parents..! They have to go..!" Why? Why mom and dad? They didn't do anything wrong! Oh, voice, please stop. "They're a treath..!" I came into my parents' room, where I found them fast asleep. "Go..! Fufill your desteny..!" I came to my parents and loomed over them. I took the blade with both my hands, holding it over my head. I was sweating, shaking, I wanted to scream. I closed my eyes, ready to kill, when my mother began waking up. I quickly put a cold hand over her mouth. "Shhh..." I said "Sweet dreams, mommy...!" And with that, I plunged the knife as fast and sharp as I could, getting a yelp for a responce. The blood came pouring out of her wound, as I chopped in another one. I took back my knife and felt the fresh, warm blood. I don't know why but I had the need to taste it. It felt so wrong yet so sweet. I wanted more, no, I needed more. My dad was waking up, so I creeped over to him, my knife firmly in hand. He saw my mother and gasped: "What have you done..?" "What's wrong daddy?" I asked in the most gone and shattered voice ever "Don't you love me anymore?" "Sweety..." he started "Put down the knife and I can help..." "No..!" the voice said "It's yours..! Don't give it to anybody..!" "Daddy..." I started "...I cannot do that..." My dad ran away as I tried to kill him. "No survivors..!" the voice commaned I sprinted after my dad, down to the livingroom. He had his phone in his hands, he was calling 911. "Hello, police?" he asked quietly "There's a killer in my house, I need help..!" "Sir, stay calm and give us your adress." the cop said My dad quickly gave them our adress. "We're on our way." the police said and ended the call "Daddy..?" I called He turned around, fear bursting trough his eyes. I came closer with small steps. "Why'd you call the police?" he couldn't answer or he didn't want to "I thought you loved me..." "I do, sweety..." I shook my head "You're just trying to save yourself... You don't care about me!" I ran at him and stabbed him in the heart. Just then, I heared the police sirens, so I ran to the back of the house and jumped out of the window. I ran into the dark forest, never to be seen from again.

They say, when the police came in the house, they found two dead bodies and written in blood on the walls: "Sweet Dreams". They burried the bodies in the garden and said no one should ever come even close to that house. Stories then began telling of the girl, as they called her - Lacey Screaming, now lives in that burned, bloodstained house. The reason why she got the name 'Screams' was that the people who walked past the house heared horrifying screams coming from the girl's room. It has been said that she kills everyone she meets, saying they could never love her as much as Lorence did, not even her parents could do that. They say, if you look into the garden, you'll see the girl under a willow, screaming from the top of her voice. Many said that when she talks, her voice is shattered and more like a wisper; but when she screams - her scream can kill a man; and when she says "Sweet Dreams" she piches her voice high as a child would say. Legend has it that whenever you see a willow, if you put a rose under it, she might let you live. But you're taking a risk, for putting a rose under her tree means calling her, she could spare your life... or... she could... kill you! "Hahahahaha... Sweet Dreams!"