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Good Morning, Daddy



Estimated reading time — 4 minutes

This all started with simple, little events. They were the kind of things that you question for a moment, and let pass without too much thought.  I’ll start from the beginning:

It was a warm Saturday morning in spring. Saturdays were always early days for me, since my daughter loved to wake up early for cartoons and cereal, seeing as she was only 5, it wasn’t surprising that she couldn’t fully appreciate sleeping in on the weekends. At first, this Saturday was no different from the rest. Kaiya came into my room, kissed me on the cheek, and woke me up with a pleasant, “Good morning daddy!” I stirred a bit, and told her to go ahead and get Doc, our dog, some food while I got up.

My wife had already left for school, so there was no one save Kaiya to keep me from drifting back into a light sleep. When I woke again, I left the bedroom and went to the living room to check on Kaiya, since she’d been waiting for me to get her breakfast. When I got there though, the Television was not on, the dog had no food, and Kaiya was nowhere to be found.

I checked her room, thinking she may have gone back to play with her toys while she waited for me, but when I opened her door, I found her asleep in her bed. This was odd, as she never goes back to bed in the mornings, but I shrugged it off and got her out of bed for breakfast and cartoons. She opened her eyes, smiling, and said “Good morning daddy”. The rest of the day passed with no trouble.

The next weekend, everything was normal, Kaiya did not go back to bed after waking me up, and we spent the morning watching cartoons. The normalcy was short lived though. That afternoon, I was in the driveway working on my car while Kaiya read in her room. I had the car up on a jack and was pulling the oil pan when I heard little feet run by. At first I smiled, Kaiya was always curious about anything I was doing. I could hear doc barking from the window, which was the first alarm as he was generally a quiet dog. Then I watched as Kaiya’s little pink converse ran up to the side of the car, stood still for  a moment, then reared back and slammed the jack out from underneath. I pulled myself from underneath the car, but Kaiya was nowhere to be found.

I was furious! I stormed inside, doc was still barking at the window, running around franticly. I flung open Kaiya’s door and began to yell, “What the hell do you think you were doing!? You could have killed me! You’re DONE for the day, DO NOT LEAVE THIS ROOM! Understood?”. She set down her book and gave me a puzzled look. “Daddy, I haven’t left my room at all.” I didn’t care to listen to her, but thinking back now I wish I had. I wish I hadn’t been to furious to think about the converse, the laces, and the fact that she was not wearing them when I burst into her room.

I explained everything to my wife that night, since I wasn’t too badly injured, she convinced me to chalk it up to a curious little girl’s accident. The daylight was almost gone, and we decided to go out for dinner. Kaiya couldn’t find her converse anywhere, not on the shoe rack, in the living room, or on the porch. After a bit of looking we found them neatly placed and untied in her closet. This was another thing I wish I had put some more thought into.

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Now before I bring you up to speed, let me explain a few things. Kaiya, though smarter than the average five year old, was easily frustrated with learning new things. The most important of these being tying her shoes. She hadn’t figured the whole process out yet, and with that came untying her shoes. She usually just pulled them off and left the laces tied up. Another piece I wish I had taken into more consideration was Kaiya’s fascination with mirrors, and her recent ramblings about her imaginary friend. She would go on about how her friend thought that she was so pretty, and wanted to be just like her.

Back on topic now: The next few months went by without any major issues. A few more oddities like Kai’s shoes going missing for a day, or thinking I saw Kai on her bed, reading during the week, when I knew that during the week she was with her mother.  A few mornings I woke up to knives out of place, the back door wide open, or the gas stove left on, but disregarded these things as the wife’s forgetfulness on her way out to school.

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Now to explain how we got here, to this point, with me, locked inside my bedroom. This weekend, Kaiya’s mother asked to keep her for some family Christmas parties, which I agreed to since Kaiya does not have much family on my side to visit. I took advantage of this to get some extra sleep in. As I was lying in bed, half awake, half asleep. I could faintly hear doc barking in the kitchen. The bedroom door opened slowly with a muffled creak, and little footsteps walked towards my side of the bed. I kept my eyes closed, and tried to convince myself it was just doc coming in to remind me he needed food. I felt a small kiss on my cheek, I couldn’t move. I opened my eyes and there was Kaiya, smiling down at me. “Good morning, Daddy.”

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I gave the thing a forced half smile, and asked her to wait in the living room. I think it’s aware that I know. I can see the wife’s car still in the drive way, and it’s started clawing at the door. Doc has stopped barking, and I fear the blood running under the door is his. The clawing, the giggling, those damned shoes!

The clawing stopped, and a soft, quiet whisper comes from behind me. “Good morning, Daddy!”

Credit To – Michael (Balnorn) Fletcher

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43 thoughts on “Good Morning, Daddy”

  1. Yvonne Kapphan-Geisler Weather

    This scared the beejeebers out of me! Really spooky and, I dunno truly CREEPY! I WOULD point out a few MINOR spelling issues….but I’m much to afraid, actually. I have 7 kids and do NOT Wish to offend the author, lest he send the damn thing HERE!!!! BRAVO! Thanks for sharing that one!

  2. fnaf.FoxyManglelover

    i liked it was quite good well thought out only maybe the ending needed a bit more explaining so i give it 910 a very yummy pasta!

  3. “Now before I bring you up to speed, let me explain a few things.”

    Bam, took me right out of it. And then after bringing us “up to speed” it was like, “Ok, now back to the action!” Ugh, it’s just an awful way to go about things. I have seen creepypastas that are incredibly long, so it’s not like you didn’t have the opportunity to create a lengthy tale about this father and his daughter/daughter’s mirror image. It really was a great concept, but it’s begging to be slowed down and taken into a story mode instead of an evening news update mode, where we are basically told how to read/interpret what has happened.

  4. As a mother, this creeped me out. Especially since I have seen my own son act like a totally different person before. My only problem, other than the confusing last bit was that I kept trying to figure out what a 5 year old could be reading for all that time while the guy was working on the car. Picture books are pretty short and unless the kid was a genius she’s not in there reading Dr. Seuss much less Harry Potter, LOL. Not to mention a 5 year old’s weak attention span is about 3 minutes. I know this is really a minor issue with the story but as a parent it drew my attention away from the plot enough to take the chill away.

    1. At age five? …I carried a battered copy of Watership Down everywhere. I’d read it about three times by the end of the year, including aloud in class. And I’d started getting into Goosebumps, R.L. Stine, and the Silver Brumby series – the latter of which I’ll admit I still love to this day, 24 years later.

      I know I’m not that exceptional, either; I have no delusions of genius. All I know is that I loved books from an early age and by age five was reading some books that took days of concentrated reading to get through, not mere minutes, and I was absorbed in the story the whole time. Even though I was later diagnosed with ADHD, the books held my interest. And I also know that it was not just me who was like this as a child – I’ve known plenty of other people who could read very well by that age and who really enjoyed books. I’ve also known others who took a lot longer. Some I have met couldn’t read so much as a remedial children’s book until they were almost in their teens. And a small few, even later than that. Usually though, the ones who read earlier came from homes where books were treasured and readily available… sometimes more so than other forms of entertainment or interaction. Many are only children, or the children of working and/or single parents.

      Perhaps you are underestimating your kids, or perhaps they just aren’t the book type? Or maybe they just haven’t been in the kind of situation where they could /choose/ to read and just pick up a book, as many houses seem to be lacking a good book collection or library these days, especially when other members of the household have e-readers or computers to read on instead.

      No offense intended there – just as I assume you didn’t mean any offense to anyone when you said five-year-olds couldn’t read – but I just mean you shouldn’t paint everyone with the same brush just because your limited experience has only brought you into contact with a certain few in specific circumstances.

      It all seems to depend on the personality and priorities (as much as the ability) of the child and their family, and on the environment they’re developing in.

  5. So far I appreciate all of the comments. I agree after re reading through it does feel a bit rushed,

    Thank you all so far it took some time for this to go up on the site, one of those hindsight is 20/20 things but hopefully ill get some time to rework this soon.

  6. This story has much potential, and it saddens me that it was not fully achieved. The premise was interesting, and the story could have developed much slower. But it seems like you attempted to rush along the story in a very choppy, disorganized manner. The rising action was minimal, and quite dysfunctional.

    This is not meant to deter you, merely what I have noticed. I would really like to see this story revised, or perhaps even another work done by you. Take your time, organize your information a tad better, and do not feel as if you need to force your explanations and information all into segment. Also, work a bit more on your grammar and spelling. If you do so, your pasta will be much easier to read and much more enjoyable. I will begrudgingly give this one 5 out of 10.

  7. I think this needs more fleshing out. So much potential! However, in the beginning the reader is led to believe that he and the wife are together, then halfway through the story it seems they aren’t. Also, just when it starts to become less exposition, more action the story is cut short. Give us more to make it a truly satisfying pasta, not just an empty caloried appetizer.

  8. YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE USERNAME!

    I like the way the other girl monster isn’t evil and all that, just an reverse image that needs a dad too. Creepy, but could have been better performed. But hey, that’s just me.
    8/10

  9. This story was creepy, yes, but it lacks much of a story within itself. This does have a lot of potential, though. Like I said, creepy, but choppy. Maybe this could be edited and expanded into something even longer and much creepier. Just a thought.

  10. The idea is good, however the execution is a bit off. Instead of, as Star Kindler put it, giving us an info dump, try introducing that information in the form of events happening. You could show her having trouble tying her shoelaces and have the narrator say something along the lines of “Don’t worry Kaiya, you just started learning a week ago. You’ll learn with just a little more practice”. That way when you introduce the perfectly laced up shoes later on, the readers who are paying close attention can pick up on these subtle clues that something is off with Kaiya. Show us, don’t tell us.

  11. I don’t feel this was paced in the right order. You sort of jumped around in there. The concept, i think, would be better if told as it happened.

  12. Oh man that was real good!
    seriously creepy, but I think it could do with a deeper backstory, coz I couldn’t work out if his wife and him were divorced or still together and stuff.
    Also why would the mirror version if the girl wanna kill him, and does the car outside mean it killed the other two?

    6/10

    1. If theyre divorced is hard to decide. beause she abviously lives there if he though she was the one who left the stove on Rage_Quitter. But also the way he said some of the stuff, like when the mother took her to see her family. And as for mirror Kaily being evil a mirror image is the opposite of the real one

  13. Lots of potential,just felt a bit under structured to me personally, great plot though, could have done with a bit of expansion.

  14. “I gave the thing a forced half smile, and asked her to wait in the living room. I think it’s aware that I know. I can see the wife’s car still in the drive way, and it’s started clawing at the door. Doc has stopped barking, and I fear the blood running under the door is his. The clawing, the giggling, those damned shoes!”

    I had to re-read this paragraph 3 times and I still do not know if the character is coming from inside the house, our outside the house, or what door it was clawing on or if the dog was clawing…way too confusing…clean that up (and other capitalization and grammar issues and i’m creeped out.

    1. I agree I kept re-reading that paragraph and I didn’t understand anything that was happening like was the monster clawing at the car door, or was it the dog I just didn’t understand an I’m sad that I didn’t get a good ending

  15. This felt a little rushed. The build-up with Kaiya and her mirror duplicate needs to be spread out a little more. Interrupting the story 3/4s of the way through to give us an info dump is not a good way to do this. I also felt Kaiya’s reaction to her dad yelling at her was odd. Most five years olds I know would be in tears if their father ripped into them like that.

    That said I kind of like the monster Kaiya. At first I was all like, why is she so evil and what does she want? But then I realized if she is Kaiya’s “mirror” image she would be the opposite of what Kaiya was like. Creepy.

  16. I don’t think you can blow off thinking you saw Kai reading in her room when you knew she wasn’t there. Also the ending doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, maybe I’m reading it wrong, but it seems choppy and awkward to me. I did find it a little creepy, and mildly engaging though. 6/10

    1. The ending it was a weekday and a monster came in with Kai’s shoes and said “good morning, daddy.” So than the thing wen’t out and killed Doc and stopped clawing. Then the thing either teleported behind him, or the real Kai had crawled into bed with him out of fear.

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