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The Screaming Woman



Estimated reading time — 2 minutes

I noticed her walking home from school one day. Her long hair was as dark as a raven’s feathers, and flowed out behind her as she walked. She was about ten feet in front of me as I was making my way to my house.

She seemed horribly bent, and walked with a limp. I looked around, and seeing no one else around, I watched as she continued to hobble ahead in her slow, painful gait. It seemed almost as though she was barefoot, walking on broken glass.

Though she walked slowly enough for me to pass her easily, all of my instincts were yelling at me to run in the opposite direction.

We continued for a while, and I wasn’t sure if she had noticed me yet. I was now only four blocks away from my home, and I was beginning to feel like I could make it. I picked up my pace slightly, getting closer to the woman. She was about five feet away now.

Without warning, the woman stopped, realizing there was someone behind her. Slightly disturbed, I halted my pace, waiting to see what she would do.

A horrid grating noise, filled the air, and I found myself looking into a horribly disfigured face.
Where the eyes would have been were merely dark sockets, and her alabaster skin was stained with blood, and purpled with bruising. Her once-white clothes and dark hair were stained with blood, grass, and grime.
Gnarled arms that looked like they had never been used were twisted against Her body, and Her malnourished-looking legs were barely visible beneath her pale, flowing skirt.

The horrible woman’s mouth opened, and an utterly inhuman screech came from it. The thin lips parted into a round, unnaturally large ellipse.

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With a continued screech, the woman’s hand reached out to touch my face. Paralyzed as I was, I could not stop it. The cold, twisted fingers brushed against my cheek, and, moving downwards, tightened around my throat. Gasping for air, I was lifted up, and held in the air.

With a cry that I could not hear, I fell backwards, and my head hit the ground. My vision filled with stars, and that’s all I remember from then until I woke up in my bed, and being told that my neighbors had found me, passed out, and brought me to my parents. They found the bruises on my neck, and assumed someone had attempted to assault me.

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Though I have not seen that woman since that encounter, The Screaming Woman has haunted my dreams, bringing me nightmares for weeks now. I have not slept well for ages, and all I can think of is the horrible scream she gave.

If there is one piece of advice I can give to anyone reading this, is that if you see a woman with black hair, a failing gait, and a dress that used to be white, you should run as fast as you can, in the opposite direction.

Credit To: arcaneGlissando

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29 thoughts on “The Screaming Woman”

  1. I read the comments first when I saw the low rating this pasta has. I hadn’t heard of the Bongcheon-Dong ghost (sorry if I mixed that up) before, so I looked it up and watched the video on YouTube. It was actually pretty freaky. The music and animation brought a fairly short and simple story to life. I feel like this pasta is obviously a more drawn-out version of that story, and since I despise plagiarism, I rated it poorly; however, the writing was not bad. It would be good for someone who for whatever reason would rather read and imagine this story than watch a quick video. That being said, it’s still not cool that this was copied. It’s cool to have inspiration, but it’s lame to steal. The author could produce good original pastas in the future if they tried, I believe. But as it stands now, as a diner I would be offended by the ripped-off recipe.

  2. Hey stop haters I think this person put some thought into it. If you don’t believe me you try imagining it in your brain. Be that person and see how it feels. I did that and I freaked myself out.

  3. heheeheheheh.......

    bong chong dong ghost parody alert lol but if i see a thing like that, i will run like a motherfucker or put out a knife and kill that bitch

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