User:Scary-Ditzy

Note: Hello people! Sorry if this creepypasta isnt scary, I've tried my best, and believe me, in future my creepypastas will get better, this is my first creepypasta. Sorry if I have any mistakes, thats only due to me begin Polish :) so enjoy reading this creepypasta! :D

"The legend was passed through generations. You fall asleep, and in your sleep, you experience most frightful things you could imagine, then you see a figure with wings, when you will come closer you can tell its a woman. She says she will help you only if you grab her hand. But then no one knows what happens next.. since the people who experience such a dream always die-"

"Those are lies!" Jane said closing the book, "Such things never happen, and how would they know that?! after all no one survived it to actually say what happened!" she said to her grandmother which was reading her the story "Im already 13, and I know those creatures do not exist Grandmother!! no one has wings, someone made it up to scare little children!" her granmother sighed. Jane never had imagination at all, and people like that mostly end up as psychopaths. "I'm sorry.. I'm going to get you a better present soon my dear child...." Fionna (the grandmother) sighed as she stood up

"You better hurry up Grandma... you dont want to experience what auntie Georgia did.. don't you?" she gave her evil grin "of course honey...." *she said abit scared of the look her own grandchild did.

~13 years later~

"Well I have big Knowledge about photography, I promise, you will not regrect your decision" said Jane "And I hope so Ms Smith, this is the greatest Photography company in whole town, yet I still need to test your abilities, bring some photos to me-" Miss Danford (she runs the whole company) was interrupted by Jane, which gave her 25 beautiful photos of nature ".... you can start tommorow Ms Smith..." "Thank you so much Ms Danford!! I'm gonna do my best!" she smiled while giving her a warm handshake

~3 Months later~

I love wondering around forest, the Silence... the wind kissing my face and the smell of nature. I was doing my hobby.. which was also my job, photography. But well.. its not my #1 Hobby... teehee~

Ugh- anyways, as I was walking I heard.. footsteps...? behind me, I turned around to see who or what was behind me.. noting unusual.. just a small hedgehog... I made photo of him and walked off, heading deeper, and deeper into this.. calm forest. I saw some old gravestones far away in distance, I didnt knew where I was going to be honest, just forward. Sudnelly, I saw an old.. hut... "haha thats funny," I throught... "that is so Cliché! A hut in middle of forest! Ha!... wait a second, this can actually help me! I might take scary but beautiful pictures! Great thinking Jane!" I said to myself again, It was alone here... anyways, I walked up to the house, I heard footsteps again! I turned around annoyed, it was wierd 'cause there was NO one there, just me, and butterfly somewhere in distance "Butterfly? at this time of the year? Its October...." I said to myself puzzled, but I followed it anyways. I needed those photos, not wanted but NEEDED, I walked calmly and silently so I wont scare away the butterfly... as it sat on the leaf I slowly got my camera out and....

Darkness, darkness everywhere. I must've passed out. The last thing I remember is that I took this D*mn picture of the unusual butterfly. But I dont think it caused the reason that I passed out. Too cold? Or not enough sleep maybe? Dont know. But I dont care at all, all I care about is to get out of this D*mn place. I heard laughter, it was silent at first, but it got louder and louder. I felt uneasy, whats going on? Suddenly a girl, a pale 8 year old appeared out of nowhere, her skin was as white as snow, and eyes were pure blackness, her messy black hair give that girl a terrifying look, she falled to the floor, and started.. crawling... to me.. in... way words cant explain, its like her body didnt had bones, that was so scary.. no, a living horror. The way her limbs... move like that.... I started screaming and running as far as I could, but she just speeded up, she was close, I knew she would get me, I closed my eyes and waited for the worst. After a while I opened my eyes.... her face RIGHT in front of mine. she moved her head to the right, she ran off quickly, leaving me puzzled and frozen. What the hell is going on?! I turned around to see a woman standing there, Something feathery behind her back, something similar to... wings... is that? No it cant be. It must be a dream, no a nightmare. "Hello..." she said, walking closer to me, I could see her short red hair and cherry eyes. Almost as if she was staring into my soul, I felt like she knew everything about me. "Who are you?" I said, terrified

"I am the one from the legend, call me Lizzie," "Am I in some kind of game? what is this!?" I interrupted her. She just gave me a gentle smile. "Grab my hand and everything will be alright, you will come back to your everyday life. Come on, trust me... you can always trust me..." She said, holding her hand out to me, without thinking I nodded and grabbed her hand, after I stood up I felt pain going through my body, I looked down to the place where it hurts the most, I see a blade, going right through me. I looked up at her with tears rolling down my cheeks, and say those simple, and possibly my last words;

"Why?"

"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!" I woke up, jumping up. What a nightmare.... wait a minute I was in forest! A-and there was that ghost, and the butterfly girl. Ugh total bulls*t, I knew legends dont exist! Then a black butterfly flew through my open window, it landed on... girl... which was sitting on chair in far corner of my room!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I screamed at top of my lungs. That was the moment i felt something wet on floor, and on sheets of my bed.. and my hand, I looked at my stomach to see the wound of the stab she gave me in that dream. I screamed and my vision became blurry. I ended up like this... "Sweet dreams.." Were last words I heard....

NEWS: The murdered of Georgia Heather found in dead in her own room. Jane Smith was her name. At age of 13 she killed her own auntie. Then even more victims. We found this writing on wall "I sorted this case out. Shes dead, she got what she deserves. BB" we dont know who or what killed the murdurer. No clues found. But for now were all safe. Goodnight.