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How am I going to explain this to you all out there? I am completely ashamed of what I have done and I am duly suffering the consequences of my previous actions. I am heartbroken and I hope that many of you will read my story.

Let me start from the beginning, my name is Joseph and I am a sophomore in high school. I live in the state of Vermont with my father and mother and until recently, my sister. Cathy was a brilliant girl- a girl with many talents if I might add. She was an extrovert, a topper in her class, popular and had a charming smile which could captivate almost anyone and most importantly, Cathy had loads of empathy and sympathy in her. She could empathize and sympathize with everyone. She was in Junior year when this happened and at that moment, I was a freshman in high school.

Being the sibling of the one of the most popular teenagers in high school could have its own demands like for instance, I had to "hang out" with the popular guys of my grade and the school which I totally did not want to do as it would frequently end in the group bullying an unsuspecting student in the hallways. Despite all of what I had to endure, I deeply love my sister and I truly wish that I could undo all of my previous actions. It all started this one night when Cathy started screaming in the middle of the night. I woke up with a bang and I guess my parents did so as well because I heard hurried footsteps rushing across the stairs. I could hear my parents comforting Cathy but that that was when I realized that something was off as throughout my whole life, I never once heard Cathy experiencing a nightmare. She was always a brave girl who even after binge watching The Ring franchise and the Final Destination franchise did not experience a single nightmare. It was Cathy who in fact comforted me when I was in hysteria over the end of the Final Destination 2 movie.

It became a regular occurrence thereafter. Cathy would wake up at random points during the night and scream out loud and in tears. At one point during the night, I decided to take a peek and I swear to Jesus that I saw her levitating. I could not tell my parents about it as they are atheists who would admonish me for saying such idiotic things. The situation deteriorated day by day. Cathy had gone from being what she was earlier to becoming an ashen faced girl with her smile also gone, she however retained her beauty which was a massive relief as I did not want to see her lose it. We went to every doctor in the state, to every psychiatrist but to no avail. She just grew worse and worse.

I was enamored with this whole creepypasta business and I had particularly listened to one video where a person had directly spoken to the Devil to get a few things done and I decided to do just that. That night as my parents left for a party, I went into the basement with five candles. I drew the pentagram and placed each candle on each edge of the pentagram. I lit them up and switched off the lights. It took a while and then I saw him- Lucifer or as you might call him: Satan. He promised me to relieve my sister of her ailments without any exchange and I should have known that it was too good to be true.

Cathy was back. The fun and energetic sister that I had known throughout my life was back. Her friends were delighted, the school was delighted and so were my parents. This euphoria lasted only a month before tragedy struck. Cathy had disappeared with no clues as to where she might have gone to. Her friends were in a deep state of shock. A full police search was conducted which yielded no results. My parents were devastated and I felt guilty as I knew that it was all my fault.

I am writing this now as what I am seeing before me is what I have been staring at for the past couple of hours. Cathy is standing right before my bed with a creepy smile and a red gleam in her eyes. Her hand is gesturing me to take it. This is not my Cathy. This is not human. Her smile has evolved from happiness to downright maniacal glee and I know that I may not make it out in a few hours. I have no choice but to go with my dear sister Cathy.

To anyone who might be reading this, do not make the same mistake as I did. Remember this- any Deal with the Devil will require an exchange from your part and maybe it could be you yourself.

Good bye.

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