The Girl in the Blue Dress



Hello there. for those of you that are in Australia, good evening to you. for those that arent, good whatever time of day it is. i should be sleeping right now, since i have work at 6:00 am tomorrow, but i havent been sleeping anyway so i thought i might as well share the hell ive been going through with you lovely people. as with many individuals, and myself especially, i am a fan of all the creepypasta that circulates on the internet, and we all know that a lot of it is entirely fictional. but what i am going to share with you tonight is entirely true, and i cant stress that enough. actually, i dont think i care, because really all i need right now is to share my experiences with people who wont dismiss them immediately. so here goes.

as i said before, i live in australia, western australia in fact. i live in a mining town called Karratha, and if your aware of the current mining boom in western australia you could imagine that there would be a ton of work here, high paying work at that. as for me, i started working at Karratha airport as a bag chucker for Qantas at the beginning of this year. with $1400 after tax a week, im pretty much set to start uni next year (im 18, by the way). with that kinda cash availiable people from everywhere flock to Karratha to get a piece of the action. one of those people would be my leading hand (supervisor), who ill call phil. i started working with phil two weeks after i first started, and we had a ton of things in common: we both were smokers, we both listen to heavy metal and we were both massive stoners back in the day ('back in the day' refers to 'when we didnt have to get drug tested to work') just to name a few. since i was a local, i had my own friends which i had made over the years and that i usualy hung out with, and although phil was 23 it didnt stop us hanging out together ocassionally. right now though, he would have to be either my closest friend, or my worst enemy.

about 10 weeks ago, me and phil organised for a week annual leave holiday, and cheap tickets to busselton via perth (sometimes its good working for Qantas).since phil moved from busselton originally (busselton is another town in western australia, down south near perth), he knew the people and the place well. his sister sam owned a house there close to the beach, and every night was a piss up where we hit the bars and clubs, and joined in the illegal bonfires that are always on the beach. one night, on a walk back to Sams house from a bar, we got onto the topic of the paranormal. since it was wednesday we were still fairly sober, but were in a mood enough to talk about scary shit. now i will say this now, i am a very cynical person, or perhaps was a cynical person. i have never had a paranormal experience in my life, am close to being an athiest, and i enjoy lurking /x/ because imagination is an virtue that i find very respectable in a person.

phil decided to let slip to me a special quality about him. that he was in-tune with the paranormal. i told him he was a homo and people who believe in that shit are attention seekers. he wasnt offended at this, but instead he smiled and let out a small chuckle as he looked towards the moon. "would you like me to prove it to you?" he asked me. i told him he could try if he really wanted to, but he was going to have to try hard. and that is the first time i heard about the girl in the blue dress. sounds a bit cliche, doesnt it? after telling him so, he told me to look at why it was indeed so cliche. the innocence of a child is a sacred thing, and paranormal experiences involving childeren are definitely more distressing, i would imagine.

The story of the girl in the blue dress takes place when phil was 14, and him, sam and his single mother moved into a house selling relatively cheap on the market. of course, the house was so cheap because a man murdered his wife and daughter in their beds in that house, unknown to his family at the time. he told me the first night he slept there,he saw a girl with a blue dress standing at the end of his bed. being his first paranormal experience, he thought he was dreaming. after covering his head for five minutes, racing to the light switch and findingnothing in his room, he dismissed his nightmare and went back to sleep.

the next two years of his life were prominent with sightings of the girl with the blue dress, usually with phil catching sight of her on the edges of his vision. when he was 17,he rode from a friends house home at around 10:00pm. ditching a smoke behind him, and while instictivley looking back to see if it had not caught on his hoodie, he saw her standing behind him, completley visible in the dark night. he fought the urge to look away, intent on keeping his eyes on her so she would not disappear. unfortunately at the time he was on his bike and he went sideways as he struck a pothole. he quickly got up to catch her again, but she was gone. then he felt an icy hand on his shoulder, and he turned to find her face inches away from his, somehow illuminated in the night to the point he could not see anything but her. he held her gaze, and asked her what she wanted from him.

"its okay" she said

"what is?"

"its okay. i dont remember it. thank you."

then she vanished, and all he could see was darkness.

after recounting his experience to me, he could see i wasnt convinced.

"ill tell you what," he said "sam has a ouija board we used to fuck around with at a mates house. you wanna try it?"

i told him that as soon as we get to sams, we should break it out. bad idea.

sams boyfriend, who i wont name for my own reasons (more on that later), wanted to try it too. he was a non-believer, as much as i was, and wasnt keen to talk to the dead as much as he had nothing else really to do, as sam was at a friends house for the night. phil brought out the board and set it up. i gotta be honest, i was a little nervous because i had heard so much about ouija boards and particulary nervous at how certain phil was that something would happen. once set up, we each put two fingers on the planchette. before anyone could make a suggestion, phil spoke out loud:

"is there any spirits in which we can talk to, that would be willing to talk with us?" the planchette made its way over to "yes"

"can we speak to Gilles de rais?" the planchette didnt move

"who the fuck is gilles de rais?" i asked him.

"why dont you ask him?" he smiled at me.

"ok, who are you, mister gilles de rais?" the planchette, slowly and surely, started to move, and it spelt out "B-A-R-O-N", then "R-A-P-I-S-T", and finally "M-U-R-D-E-R-E-R".

"this is fucking stupid dude" said sams boyfriend. "you obviously know who he is so you're moving the thing".

"ok then," said phil "ask him something that me and gavin (im gavin) could not possibly know."

he sat there for a second then said aloud "what was my great-great grandmother's first name?"

the planchette slowly made out the letters "A-L-I-C-" when it hit the 'C' he jumped backwards from the table and screamed the most real, terrified scream i have ever heard, and his face turned as white as fucking powder.

"How the fuck did you know my fucking grandmother was named fucking alice!?"

"i didnt man, i told you this shit works- what are you doing...?"

phil now had fear in his eyes, as his sisters boyfriend had just gotten a fucking meat cleaver out from the kitchen and was coming towards us with it. "chill the fuck out man!" i pleaded with him.

"im gonna ask you again," he said slowly. "how did you know?"

phil said carefully, "sam told me-"

"sam doesnt even fucking know that you cunt! what the fuck is this shit?!"he threw the cleaver at the board and missed, then he got his keys and left in his car. i looked at phil, and i asked him if we could talk to the girl in the blue dress.

me and Phil sat on opposite sides of the board, and i was shitting myself, but also so exited, and nervous.

"there was a little girl that i used to know, but i dont see her much anymore. she used to wear a blue dress, and had blonde hair. would it be possible to speak to her?"

the planchette moved immediately to no, almost too fast. since i was sitting across from yes and no, phil looked at me and told me if i didnt want to speak to her we can stop. i told him i didnt move it. he shrugged his shoulders, and without saying anything the planchette moved rapidly across the board, spelling out "F-R-I-E-N-D" phil looked confused.

"who are we speaking to?"

"A-M-A-N-D-A"

"hello amanda, who were you in life?"

"D-R-E-S-S"

"are you the girl in the blue dress?" it moved to 'yes' on the board

"why do you not want to talk to us?"

"F-R-I-E-N-D"

he looked at me. i was absorbed in the absoloute enormity of the situation. i asked out loud if she did not want to talk to me. it moved to yes.

"why do you not want to talk to me?"

"H-A-T-E M-E"

i didnt know whether to feel foolish or not. she thought i would not like her?

"your friend phil tells me you are very likeable, why do you think ill hate you?"

"H-A-U-N-T Y-O-U"

i stared at the board, completely frozen. the only thing that moved was my arm as the planchette spelt out;

"D-I-E"

phil slapped my hand off the thing at that instant and shoved the whole board back into its packaging. a sense of dread washed over me as i think i knew the answer to my next question.

"what the fuck does that mean?"

he told me not to worry about it and that we should go back to the pub. for the rest of the night, the way he looked at me was if he knew he had done something very, very fucking bad to me.

our trip ended in busselton ended, we went back to karratha, and we didnt speak about what happened that night. that changed a week later, when one day at work phil called in sick. then he asked our boss if he could speak to me. when i picked up the phone, it he was breathing heavily into his revciever. my manager turned to me and told me to tell him to go to the hospital, because he wouldnt listen to her when she said it. i told him he sounded like he was dying, and he should probably go see a doctor. he said to me:

"she is back, and she is fucking pissed off.

i wanted to tell him to fuck off, to stop messing with my fucking head. i asked him what the hell he was talking about, even though i already knew. he said she came to him in his dreams last night, and told him he should not have told me about her, and that she was mad as hell.

"it was only supposed to be me and her dude... thats what she said to me. i dont know what she is going to do."

that night i woke up to find her standing at the end of my bed. blue dress illuminating the darkness. my hand flung to my lamp and she disappeared with the light. i didnt sleep for the rest of that night. the next night i slept with my lamp on. she came in my dreams and screamed at me. she called me unnatural, said that i was not supposed to know of her existence. i woke up to find that the only light was coming from my tv, which was running only static. the third night i had my room light on. she came in my dreams and told me that light does nothing. it was pitch black when i woke up. the only way i could avoid her was staying awake. one night i dozed off at my computer, and woke to find notepad up. there was five words that had been written there:

"I DIED IN MY SLEEP"

roughly two weeks ago, i told my parents what was going on, not giving a shit what they would think. it was at the point where i needed help to handle my situation. they told me that im still growing up, and that i was going to experience some weird things when im growing up. i told them im fucking 18, that im not imagining shit. they said we would do something about it the next day.

i went to work four hours late that day. it was the first time i had been to work for a week, and the first time i saw Phil since he had talked to me on the phone. i saw him in the staff carpark, where he was getting something from his car. i went up to him and slugged him in the face, then kicked him while he was on the ground. i was arrested for assault by the police on the scene but phil dropped the charges. later that day, he called me up and told me he was sorry for what he did. i asked him how bad it could get. he said he didnt know.

i traveled to perth to see a psychiatrist. he gave me these pills that make me giddy and sleepy. that night in my dreams, she tore her dress off, stood naked in front of me and told me to fuck her. i said no. i woke up with my dick burning, red as a fucking tomato.it was the worst pain i felt in my entire life. i saw her in the mirror behind me after i had a shower one day. her jaw was missing from where her father had shot it off, and empty sockets from where he ripped out her eyes.

the pills made me sleep, and while i slept she would taunt me with her demonic voice, somehow conveying her words with her flapping tounge that slapped against her throat and upper jaw. she told me i was not made to see her. five days ago i smashed my head into my mirror, because she was staring back at me. two days later i woke up in a hospital to see her standing next to me. i fought back the scream, and i asked her what i could do to make her happy.

she told me to die.

i woke the whole ward up with my mangled screaming, and doctors found me with a dislocated jaw. i was released from hospital yesterday.

i plan to see someone that specialises in the paranormal department. its getting too much for me to handle. phil cant help me, his demon is now mine.

my intention of telling my story now is to let people know of the dangers of fucking around with stuff that you should not ever be fucking around with.

and it is especially hard to do so, when i sit at my laptop, unable to speak or scream, while she stands next to me and laughs her disgusting laugh, and all i can hear is the slap of her tounge to her throat.

she told me to tell you guys that.