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Annabee



Estimated reading time — 2 minutes

The time period is the late fifties. Liesel has thick, shoulder-length, dark red hair that curls at the bottom and she wears a pale yellow dress that snugly fits her thin frame and accentuates curves that are not there. The color of her dress matches the wallpaper, which matches the color of the sunshine beaming through the window and onto the kitchen table, where her baby sits. Liesel caresses a wisp of hair on her baby’s head, smiles tenderly, and turns back to the sink where she strains spaghetti for her new family’s dinner. She hums faintly for several minutes, handling the pasta, when she glances back to check on her baby. The baby has inched it’s way over to the very corner of the table. On all fours, it reaches up to the window as if to grasp the sunbeam, when it loses grip. It teeters and yelps before it topples to the floor, crashing head-first onto the spotless tile. Its soft, infant head is not crushed nor splattered, but rather, mashed. The appearance is that of a ball of dough which has been thrown to the ground. Liesel’s screams evaporate with the steam of the spaghetti, which is still in her hands.

Liesel stands over her mangled infant for many long minutes. Aside from the doughy head and the blood slowly leaking from its ears, the baby could be taking an evening nap on the floor. Finally, Liesel shifts her gaze to the clock, which reads 5:46. She reluctantly looks back down at her baby again, and starts back up humming. She rocks back and forth on her feet, almost swooning, before turning to walk out the back door. She removes her shoes by the porch, and, still humming, walks barefoot over the rocks towards the train tracks that cross behind her neighborhood. She reaches the tracks and sits down neatly with her legs criss-crossed. Her back faces the direction of the oncoming Amtrak.

At 6:04, she hears the horn of the train. She does not move, nor whimper, nor hum.

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Credit To: Annabelle Warren

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47 thoughts on “Annabee”

  1. You were super descriptive of how the mother looked, but that was it. What did the baby look like? What did the house look like? What did the train look like? Was it windy? Were there flowers? Did she splatter everywhere?
    You could have left her description out. It seems out of place.

  2. The thing about it is, not everything that goes on creepypasta has to be creepy. I don’t get it like i am sure the mods know this which is why they allow post such as this to pass so please remember just because it aint creepy doesn’t mean it aint a good pasta. Good story.

  3. the hash slinging slasher

    i liked it :} not creepy, but definitely my kind of pasta. I made my friend (who is NOT a fan of creepypasta) read it… she freaked out XD

  4. I believe it’s clear that after her child’s death
    She went insane
    I nearly went insane when the child died
    Sadness could be a type of insanity too

  5. How high was the table ffs? Babies heads are flexible and dont mash when they fall. This would possibly be the result of a baby falling from a first floor window not a table.

  6. Meh… S’okay. Little different than the usual fare, but different doesn’t necessarily make it good. 6/10

  7. Well…I’m not sure what to think.
    It was a good story concept, though somewhat overdone.
    I didn’t like it at the beginning, but towards the end, I warmed up to it a little.

    Meh.

    6/10, no seconds for me :/

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