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Creepypasta

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I was running.

It was such a normal day.

Where was she?

I took my seat and pulled out my book.
No way would I make it out of here.
The teacher droned on and I let my eyes close as her voice faded into background noise.

The forest will swallow me up.

I was called on during my nap and stumbled through my answer. I could tell my teacher hated me.

The Secret Gardener would get me sooner or later.

I waited for the bell to ring so I could rush home. I was hungry. Mom wasn’t home. I made a sandwich and went out for a walk. As I sat by a tree in my front yard and munched on my sandwich, I brushed through my hair and tied it up high so it didn’t drag along the ground. I broke up the extra crust and tossed it all around for the birds.

A Large blue bird grabbed a piece and flew into the tree above me. I watched her land and break it up for her babies. As she turned, her tail feathers nocked a baby from the tree. It flapped its wings but it was too weak to fly. The baby landed right in front of me. I reached for it, but it hopped away. It was edging closer to the woods. “Come back!” I called but it disappeared into the brush.

I’m not aloud in the woods. Oh well, I thought as I stood up, pulled my socks up high, adjusted my skirt and pushed through anyway. The bird needed to go home. I was afraid it would get lost. I tried to do a bird call, but it was a waste of time. Out of the corner of my eye there was movement. The bird! I inched closer. I could see the bright blue color through the greenery. It was still. It did not move even when I picked it up. It was dead.

I dropped the bird and took a step back. The ground was soft. I looked down to seethe body of an orange and white kitten. I jumped away. Then the smell hit. It was a bad smell, a gross smell. Dead animals surrounded my feet. As if I was on a trail paved with the deceased. I looked behind me but couldn’t see where I had entered. I followed the smelly, dead path. The further I traveled, the larger the animals were. Out of no where, animals faded into a path of faces. Human faces. Some were happy and some sad. There were other variations of different emotions, too. I kept walking because as I took steps the path disappeared behind me. I was afraid if I strayed from the path, it would escape me all together and I would have no idea where I was.

The path abruptly ended with a puddle of blood. I stepped into the blood. I could hear faint singing. I think it was ‘Pop Goes the Weasel” but I’m not sure. The longer I stood there, frozen in fear and confusion, the louder the song got. Before my very eyes, I watched another girl fade into view, sitting at the edge of the puddle. She looked exactly like me in everyway. The only difference was that she was naked and lacked reproductive organs and had no bellybutton. She looked human but something just didn’t seem right about her. Her toes flicked the blood at me as her fingers twirled in her hair that floated around her feet, soaking up the puddle. “Who are you?” I whispered.

“I am all.” She replied.

“Where am I?” I could barely croak out.

“You are in my garden.” She smiled and it sent shivers up my spine. She had no pupils.

“Garden?”

The girl stood up. “Yes. I plant secrets. My garden is difficult to tend. Would you like to know your secret?” I shook my head. She even had my voice. “You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t your time to know.” I shook my head again as I took a step back. I looked down at the path of faces. The eyes rolled to look at me. “It is your time,” she stated again as she stepped closer. She reached down, into the puddle of blood and submerged her hands in it. She pulled out a wooden box. I began to run. I ran as far and as long as I could. She opened the box.

I could hear her sing:

Inside the forest
Of forgotten secrets
Lies a box
Of forgotten lives.
Lives that dissipate
Into forgotten screams,
Screams of love and
Screams of lies.
Along the forest floor,
Hidden beneath the flowers,
Covered with the petals
Of dead and dying beauty
Is a trail paved with life,
Speckled with personality,
And halted by blood.
Tiny feet play in the liquid,
Tiny hands tangle in thin hair.
Giggles and laughter
Light up the forest,
The Forest of Forgotten Secrets.
The child, the girl, the light of the forgotten,
The forgotten has her own secret,
A secret of evil and a secret of death.
The forest is her secret garden,
To keep her secretive secret:
That she no longer lives
And neither do you.

Credit To: HiddenHikari

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  • What?

    I did not get it!

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  • Freaky Fred

    I’m not aloud in the woods; instead, I always remain very quiet.

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    • Freaky Fred

      And "her secretive secret?" That’s irritatingly redundant. Actually, the whole song was repetitive and mostly unnecessary. As was the doppelganger.
      Together, those things took away most of your pumpkins.
      Which is sad, because I was really enjoying the mood the trail of death was setting for the story.

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      • Red Blood Red Neck

        Dopplegangers are redundant by nature aren’t they….?

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  • Mel

    Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh…

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  • Endoplasmic Reticulum

    Yeah, I hate when that happens.

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    • jade

      haha cool name bro.

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    • Someone you wish u never met

      Highway of the cell… Nice

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  • http://www.youtube.com/user/awesomelightning?feature=mhee TeslaCoilGirl

    It wasn’t too bad.

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    • shadow

      yay the author of the wall yay!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Meh..

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  • http://Creepypasta.com Dantaine

    well it seemed a bit too boring. you follow trail of dead animals that you only found once you found the dead bird from the nest. not many people will go searching for the small bird nor will they care. i love animals and all but its a bird. nature has its will so let it be done and dont chase it.

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    • Alex Villa

      I would follow the bird. I mean its a baby bird. Any inquisitive kid would go after it

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  • Secret

    Good story, bad ending.

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  • Someone you wish u never met

    It had some potential… Just needed some major touch-ups….5/10

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  • Nubcake

    You know, I actually liked this a lot… my kind of weirdness

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  • PointlessUsername

    I love this

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  • HiddenHikari

    This is the author, thought I’d make a little note about the ending since it confused some people:
    The girl dies.
    The second girl whose singing is a sort of like Death, but she takes the form of whoever is about to die. When you find the path, you are dying, then the girl reveals her ‘secretive secret’, which was supposed to be very repetitive, that she no longer lives, because she is Death, and neither do you, because her song just killed you.
    And now all the creepiness is gone because it makes since…tsk.

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    • Anon

      Who’s*
      Whomever*
      Sense*

      If one is an aspiring writer, one’s grammar should be a little better.

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      • http://kewl.com GrammarSoviet

        Actually, whose is correct in this form. Who’s, which means who has or who is, would change the meaning of the sentence. Whoever is also correct, since Hikari’s sentence can be split into “The second girl whose singing is a sort of like Death, but she takes the form of her. She is about to die.” Sense was spelled incorrectly, but even a three year old could have pointed that out. Finally, the use of “one” does not make you sound sophisticated. Since it is a reply to Hikari’s comment, you can and should directly address her with “you”. I despise amateur Grammar Nazi’s with all my heart.

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        • Eve

          Reading this made my day eminentsly better. XD

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        • LHSS

          It’s who’s.

          The sentence is “The gil WHO IS singing…” not, “the girl, whose singing…”

          I despise people who can’t read. :P

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  • Little E

    The first thing is when you sayed that is a blue bird but it is really called a blue jay. The dead animals then it went to larger animals then it went to the faces that part was scary to me.

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  • Einuh

    5 things I found unforgivable:

    1. Grammar
    2. Plot
    3. Grammar
    4. Plot
    5. GRAMMAR

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  • Whisper

    Liked it…few errors. But new, fresh, and original.

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  • http://deliriletterari.blogspot.com CMT

    The poem at the end isn’t bad (except the “secretive secret” that makes it sound dumb rather than creepy). The story is confused, the beginning doesn’t seem to make any sense, and the ending (before the poem, that is) only makes a little anyway (how is the girl supposed to be dead?)

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