Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-27154832-20160801002039

Hello! I wrote this for my school, and I hope it is creepypasta material! Feedback would be appreciated! I'm sorry if this is mediocre, or doesn't make sense. But the point of the creepypasta is to think how or why these things are happening. Anyways, enjoy!

FUN FACT: This story was originally 8 pages in length, but I cut it down to 2 pages to keep a consistent flow and didn't make it drag on.

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It was around 9pm. I had ran away from my troubles, For now. I felt weak, my bones aching as I took each step deep into the nearby forest. It was so gloomy and dark, yet quite comforting after what I just witnessed. As the leaves brushed against my feet, I came to an old mouldy log where I decided to sit and rest. My head was heavy of thoughts. My nose was soggy and the skin on my face was ice like as the wind brushed it, covered it a rain of tears. I was traumatised at what I had just seen. What just happened not to long ago. With tears still dripping down my eyes and into my pyjama shirt, I looked up at the sky. There wasn't one. I couldn't see stars, no moon, just darkness, covered by the thick leaves from the tall trees I didn't know where to go or what to do. I couldn't find help, I didn't know where it was. If I went back the way I came I would be dead. So I sat there and did nothing, but cried.

I was failing school and my parents weren't supportive of me. They had there own problems and didn't give the time to love me. My Dad was a serious gambler, and an alcoholic. It made life hard for my Mum, and she began to drink too. I had a hard time coping and my school didn't help me either. Then tonight came. Mum was arguing with dad as usual, and I was pretty used to it by now. Mum was at least somewhat nice to me, but I didn't see her much since she was mostly at work. Dad came home drunk again, and Mum was sick of it. She slapped Dad and threatened to have a divorce. Dad went psycho. He lashed out at her, took a knife from the kitchen table, and….

Killed her.

I watched the whole thing in shock and petrified horror. I screamed and began to cry as I saw my mother like that, with her lifeless body being overshadowed by the leaking blood. My Dad was a murder, a monster, and he had killed my mother. He turned his head slowly and looked at me at his dark ringed eyes, blood drops on his shirt and face. I don't remember how I escaped, but I did. But he's still after me. Crying, I picked myself up from the log. I could of helped her, It was my fault she's dead, I began to walk deeper in the forest once more. My eyes were stinging. I wanted to sleep so bad but my eyes remained open. That's when I heard it.

It was a whisper. Coming from the log that I sat down upon. Frozen still, almost beginning to burst into sweat, I slowly walked over to that strange noise. Could it be an animal? Or something worse… ….like my Dad. As soon as that thought came to my head I was already placing my hand on the log, as the whispers grew louder. I couldn't make it out. As I began to turn my head over to the logs end, the whispers suddenly became normal voices. Was I mad? With every step I took I made a five second break to think.

One step. Should I do this?

Two steps. What is going on?

Three steps. Should I run?

Fours steps. I'm behind the log.

The normal voices began to shout. It was coming from the log. Inside the log. My legs and face began to shake and tremble. As I peeked down into the darkness of the hole. The screams suddenly began to scream in agony! I was shocked and petrified and frozen and scared and traumatised and broken, Because what I saw under that log, was my DEAD MOTHER. LOOKING AT ME WITH BLACK EYES, AND BLOOD COMING FROM HER EYES AND MOUTH. I leaped back from the log in absolute horror. That when I saw, that the log began to bleed all over. The voice were rage inducing. That when it all came quiet. No noise. No bleeding log. Nothing. I began to processes what is just witnessed. Was that real? Was It? Why did I just see that? I looked inside the log again. Nothing. That's when I had heard a shout I truly remember. As my head slowly turned over, My Dad, carrying an axe, Having blood in his mouth began to charge at me. I leaped from where I sat and ran.

I don't know how long I ran away from him. His eyes were almost as black as Mums. He wasn't my Dad, he was a monster. I ran and ran. Outside the forest I went. Approaching a cliff, I had all my aching muscles take all of the energy and all of its stride to leap out and jump. I was prepared. I leaned down, squatted my legs and jumped. I flew high as I made a safe landing. My dad followed me. I heard him shout “You little crap! Come here or else you're Dead!” As he took a jump, but failed to make it, and he fell.

I sat there, next to the cliff, as I cried to know that both my parents were dead. At least, that's what I thought. I took off into the nearby forest, as the whispers still following me.

I collapsed on the ground. The last thing I remember was the whispers howling with the wind.

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