User talk:Grimtiger

There was once a girl called Charlene that lived in a small town in South Carolina. Charlene was only 12 years old, but her parents had recently died in a car accident that they had all been in. Charlene had to have her left leg amputated because of prolonged constriction as the car crushed both of her legs and they were found at the bottom of a mountain the next morning after the accident. One leg was broken and was able to be saved, but Charlene’s left leg was destroyed. Her mother was killed instantly as her head smashed through the front window of the car and the glass had buried into her brain. Her dad had been alive for a short amount of time. He had hit his head and bashed his skull on the steering wheel and the skull fragments had burrowed into his brain as well. The air bags hadn’t worked for some reason. Charlene had heard her dad moaning for minutes at a time, and then he was silent. After, she had passed out from the pain and woken up in the hospital. Charlene was an only child, but the small family had a fairly-young, female, gold-brown and white Akita called Bear. Bear was the only remaining family Charlene had left. Her grandparents on her mother’s side had long since passed, her grandmother from lung cancer and her grandfather from leukemia, and her dad’s side was nowhere in contact because Charlene’s dad had eloped to marry her mother. She had been sent into Foster care, and surprisingly, they had let her take Bear. Some other kids in the Foster care had pets as well. Charlene wasn’t happy, but she enjoyed walking to the lake every evening after the homeschooling with the other kids in her Foster care. They all teased her, though, no matter how many times she tried to make friends. “Stumpy Charlene” they called her because of her weak prosthetic leg. She liked walking to the lake. No one could tease her there. No one else tried to even follow her to the lake. They said it was haunted and three teenagers had drowned a little girl in the Foster care. Charlene knew very well that this could be true, but she always disregarded it and brought Bear with her. It seemed Bear was sharing her same pain, and it may have been true as well. Bear was all Charlene had left. It was getting worse every night. Charlene was tormented by the girls in her room. They hit her, scratched her, punched her, kicked her, and harassed her night after night. She hadn’t gotten more than three hours of sleep in the past seven days. She had started to hallucinate because of her lack of sleep. “Hey, Stumpy Charlene, get some fucking sleep!” The boys tormented her in the halls of the large Foster home. Bear walked beside her. She was always such a gentle creature. She hardly, or so it seemed, knew what her master was going through. The dark purple crescents under Charlene’s eyes were getting worse. Charlene had begun to hear voices in her head, experience odd, dream-like states. The tormenting from the girls had stopped, but she was unable to sleep, no matter how hard she tried. The voices told her to kill the girls; that they were trying to plot against her. That everyone hated her. That she had to slit her wrists to get the “bad stuff” out. Charlene didn’t listen to them. She couldn’t. It wasn’t good. They weren’t good. But she was getting weaker every day. Ten days, only five hours of sleep in that time. Hallucinations were getting worse. She had started to silently cry and she didn’t have the strength to go to the lake after her homeschooling, which she was obviously failing. None of the adults even cared what the kids were going through, anyway. They’d listen and not help. “Hey, Stumpy Charlene,” A voice hissed in Charlene’s ear as she was shoved against the wall. She had Bear with her this time. Bear usually resided outside most of the time or was somewhere around the house. “Don’t call me that,” the smaller 12 year old whispered, “don’t call me that. I’ll kill you.” “What?” The girl asked, her two friends appearing behind her, “your stupid dog is gonna hurt me? Oh, I don’t think so, you idiot. Look at her, she wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Charlene buried her head in her knees as the girls continued with their words. Finally, she leaped up and shouted, “SHUT UP!” Her voice echoed in the halls. She turned on them madly. They seemed surprised. Bear had become tense as well. “Y-You’re too weak,” the girls said, trying to push Charlene back again. “I’ll kill you!” Charlene screeched, grabbing the first girl by the hair and before she could react, landed a hard blow straight at her nose, causing a cracking sound to omit from the bridge. She dragged the heel of her shoe along her shin, stomping onto her foot as the girl screamed in pain. Charlene dug her fingernails into the girl’s eye socket, managing to pop her eye out far enough and then slapping her hands down upon it, shattering the eye. She screeched in pain, sobbing hysterically and falling backward, trying to scramble away. Charlene then took out her pocket knife and leaped on top of her, plunging the knife into the girl’s mutilated eye socket and dragging down to her sinus cavities. She had passed out from the pain, but Charlene began working on the girl’s lips, cutting them straight off and tearing the skin from the inside of her mouth. She flung the knife into her bully’s windpipe, dragging down to her collarbone. The other two girls began to run, shrieking for help. Bear shot up, racing after them. She latched on to one of the girl’s ankles with her usually – innocent, now powerful, vicious jaws. The big dog dragged the girl back. She was screaming in pain as Bear tore at her flesh, blood streaming onto the stained white floors of the large Foster mansion. The other girl had escaped, but Bear was ravaging into the back of her legs now. She had passed out from pain as well as the large Akita worked at the back of her neck, burrowing her blood-stained teeth into her spine. Screaming erupted from down the hall. Charlene picked up her rusty pocket knife quickly as the Foster parents began racing towards her and Bear. Charlene raced down the stairs on the other side of the hall, making her way out of the door and instantly running toward the lake, Bear following her. She didn’t even hesitate as she leaped into the lake, clothes full – on, the peculiar –acting dog following her quickly. The Foster parents and the other bully of Charlene’s had reached the dock, only to find Charlene had sunk below the water.http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/User_talk:Grimtiger They called the police, and organized a search party for the bodies of Charlene and Bear, but they were never found. Some children at the Foster care believe Charlene and Bear are out there somewhere, committing all those unsolved murders. The older kids blew it off, but of course they laid in bed awake at night, listening for deranged barking or the soft, screechy scratch of Charlene’s rusty knife on the windowpanes…