Dark Angel

 My name is Janet. I am 11 years old, a 6th grader, and a Minecraft Lover. I don't own the original, but I'll live. Anyway, I was 9 when this happened. I was hanging with my friends one night doing the usual: talking about crap. I decided to tell a scary story. It was, well, a creepypasta. My best friend Carol jumped many times, and my cousin Mark just shrugged it off. I rolled my eyes at the two. They were complete opposites, and yet they were...dating? Ugh. I still wish they didn't date to this day. "THAT w-wasn't scary!" Carol attempted to fake, but I went upstairs to go get a drink, came back down silently, and screamed, "BOO!" Carol shrieked and ran away, into my aunt's house. I laughed maniacally. "She IS right, Janet. That was NOT scary." Mark insulted. "This is." He began to tell this story about a group of friends who wandered into the forest and were killed by an unknown force. It was really scary.

"Good job, Mark. If your mission was for me to have nightmares, CONGRATULATIONS! You passed." I informed. My maniacal cousin smirked. Suddenly, a bright light came from the garage. Mark screamed like a wuss and sprinted inside. I approached, hoping it's Carol trying to scare me. ''That's what happened in the story! You'd be an idiot to go in there!'' My subconscious screeched at me. I shrugged her doubts off and continued to the garage door. My hand placed on the locked door. Damn. I thought. I began searching through my candy filled Aeropostale jeans. I found them buried under a bunch of rocks in my back pocket. I fiddled with it until I found the shiny gold key labeled, "Garage." I put it into the lock and turned it. I pushed the door open and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I then vomited. I looked up and there went my mac and cheese. Right in the middle of the floor was Carol laying dead on the floor, her guts disemboweled, and her skull smashed. In front of her was a young woman about 20 years old, with black hair and green eyes, and big wings planted onto her back. "The Dark Angel." I mumbled. The woman smirked, slowly walking towards me. I screamed like I was in a horror movie again. My father came barreling down the stairs and opened the door. He threw an axe at the woman and she disappeared. I didn't see her anymore that night.

2 days later, I was playing Minecraft on my cousin's computer. I didn't care about Herobrine. He doesn't scare me. I was walking around what I named, "Butter Bikes." I had too much sugar that day and I was in Creative Mode. I was flying around and then I started to plummet to the ground. I screamed as I exploded into the ground. "You Died!" my screen read and the usual respawn and main menu were there. I kicked the desk and respawned. I was greeted with a picture perfect scene of where and when Carol died. I screamed at the top of my lungs again and Mark came barreling into the room. I began to sob and he screamed. I looked and saw the lady again. I screamed and she approached me. My screams became higher. Now everyone was in the room. They were freaking out. I was hit once and the "You Died!" came again. I began to bawl again. "Turn around." A voice ordered. I did that and shrieked.

Sitting on my bed was the Dark Angel, wielding a knife.

'''This is my first creepypasta, so no flames please. But comment your opinions!!!'''