Scary Paranormal Stories & Short Horror Microfiction

Creepypasta

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I was seventeen when she came. I’d been living with my abusive mother for seventeen long, painful years. It was around midnight, and my mother was already asleep, so when the three soft raps at the front door came it was me who answered. An odd looking little girl stood there, with cheeks pale and colorless, blonde hair in braided pigtails, pink dress torn a little at the hem, feet bare and turning slightly blue from the cold of winter, and black eyes. Fathomless, deep black eyes. I quickly let her in, thinking of how horridly underdressed she was. It wasn’t until later I’d wonder why she’d not been shivering, or even question as to why she was here in the first place. I got her into the living room, wrapping her little form in a thick afgan my grandmother knitted. She held it, though it didn’t seem to affect her, and I smiled.

“What’s your name, sweety?”

A long silence passed, in which she stared at me. I was beginning to be discomforted by her black gaze when she parted her lips and spoke in a soft voice.

“Lacy Morgan.”

I nodded, smiling again.

“You can stay here tonight, Lacy.” I said, motioning to the couch. She curled up in a little ball, black eyes still on me, and I exited the room. That night I slept soundly, not worrying about my mother beating me or the strange little girl on my couch.

When morning came and I trudged into the kitchen, I was greeted with a coffee mug to the shoulder. I gave a feeble shout of pain, staring at my mother.

“What the hell did you do? Why is there dirt on the couch?!” she shouted, confusing me greatly. Upon investigating, I found that Lacy had vanished, the only proof she’d been there being some dirt that must have fallen off her dress or feet. I took responsibility, earning myself a strong hit to my cheek, then left for school. While there I heard something that sent chills through my spine.

“Lacy Morgan was found dead last night.”

I passed the day waiting for anymore news on the subject, but found none. Upon arriving home, the news was broadcasting a live report on her though.

“Lacy Morgan, six years of age, was reported dead at seven last night. Her body was located in the backyard, buried there in her pink dress. So far there has been no sign of her mother, Marrisa Morgan, who is suspected to be the killer. Marrisa has reportedly abused Lacy multiple times, and may be responsible for her death.”

Suddenly, a picture of Lacy appeared on the screen. She appeared very close to how she had when I met her, blonde hair in braids, pink dress, pale face. Only, her cheeks had color… and her eyes were baby blue. To most this would seem unimportant, but to me it was. She’d died before arriving at my house, if what the news castor said was true. Died hours before. I tried to play it off, going about my buisness. I went to bed early so as not to have to see my mother. It was around midnight when I awoke to cool fingers stroking the bruise on my cheek. I sighed, leaning into the small hand.

“Never again.” Lacy whispered, before her hand vanished. Not ten minutes later I heard my mother screaming. I rushed into her bedroom, nearly fainting at what I saw.

My mom was thrashing wildly on her bed, a small creature having buried its face into her chest. I could hear the soung of flesh tearing, and my mother’s screaming increased in volume. I wished I hadn’t gotten up. Later on, I’d tell myself I hadn’t. But I had. So, when Lacy pull back from the gaping hole in my mother’s chest cavity, I had a plain view of her razor sharp teeth, glinting in the light. Glinting with my mother’s blood. She smiled innocently at me for a moment, before swiftly tearing out my mother’s jugular. That time I did faint. When I came to, I was in my bed. I walked to my mom’s room, morbid curiousity getting the best of me. Upon opening the door, I found the room empty. The bed made neatly, as if my mom had left for work early. The only oddities were the dirty childs footprints, and the open window, showing that Lacy had in fact visited. I never saw my mother again, and I never missed her either. I eventually got married, and we had a child together. I named her Lacy. Recently, I noticed the neighbors daughter has all sorts of scrapes and bruises on her arms. I’ve started watching their home. And the other day I saw something odd: a little girl running barefoot through their back yard up to their backdoor. It was around midnight, so I couldn’t be for sure, but I thought she met my eyes with her black ones. And I could swear she mouthed two words at me.

Never again.

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  • marvina

    awesome story…

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  • Nikki

    BRAVO! Loved the story!

    As for those who still don’t get it, stop being lazy and read the comments before you ask. It’s already been explained twice and really it should be self-explanatory!

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  • Jade

    Otay, lollipopGestapo, I never saw or heard of that story so I would not know. Jaddy, danke owo. And Nikki, if you are the Nikki I think you are… text me, love!!

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  • Jade

    You aren’t the nikki I thought you were, sorry ^~^

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  • Gabby

    Beatiful, simply beatiful.

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  • MaidOfDarkness

    Oh wow. I absolutely love this pasta!

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  • Ajj

    Very good but I still think the story of Ben the haunted game is better

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  • JacobLycanly

    This story was well structured, well written, and beautiful. Having suffered at the hands of a stepmother, I empathize. Loved it, would definitely eat again.

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  • Vylet

    I liked the story line, and it was very well written (10+), but you should of done more research with the black-eyed people. They’re known to not say anything, and they emit kind of an ominous eerie feel. They aren’t allowed to enter people’s houses unless they’re invited in, and they rarely speak. They usually make the people that they come in contact with not really seem themselves and make them feel uneasy. If you were referring to the commonly known black-eyed beings, then the person (of whose point of view the story was written) would be a lot more reluctant to let the young girl in. Aside from those details, the story was superb. <3

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  • Jade

    I was just making an unknown entity with the girl, not the black eyed being you refer to. Thankyou though.

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  • Leo

    I enjoy a creepy story with a posotive twist. Nicely done.

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  • http://creepypasta.com Alicya

    This is my number one favorite pastaaa <3

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  • Josh

    Almost heartwarming.

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    • IFoundThisStoryVERYAmazing

      Almost?

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  • Always&Forever

    Amazing :) Chillingly beautiful!

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  • http://creepypasta.com slenderman

    good good really good im about to poop my pants off

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  • http://art-bandgeek.deviantart.com Tode

    This is amazing! I almost wonder what happens after that night, like if anyone wonders about her mother….but that’s not the story. The story is that she helped a little girl and in the end that little girl helped her and others suffering the same thing. A very sinister guardian angel.
    Lovely. ^^

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  • Jade

    Hey, I don’t know if this is asking a little much of you guys… but could someone try and draw Lacy for me? ^~^ I’d love to see you guys’ interpretations of her!!

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  • juniper

    10/10 because it wasn’t half bad, and for the overall message of it.

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  • My spleen talks

    Amazing. Bravo with a capital B-R-A-V-O. I absolutely LOVED the jugular tearing part.( Gore always catches my fancy). B.t.w, can I I.M this to my friend? We absolutely enjoy the savior of death and the horrendously amazing visualization of gore(Like Like the type u put In your story).
    -Yours truly, the person behind the screen.

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  • kk226

    she’s a murdering super hero

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  • Carpenter

    So good I can forgive the typos.

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  • ホぺ

    Holy shit!!! Walls

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  • Jade

    You are welcome to I.M. It to your friend! I am glad it caught your eye.

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  • Nikita

    Brilliant

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  • Bre

    This was a great pasta, and I love how creepy/mysterious but not absolutely stupid you were able to make it in a relatively short story. 10/10

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