Her Name
It wasn’t a big deal at first, you know? It was just another story online, one you’d read in the comments of a YouTube video, designed to scaring you into posting it on eight other videos. You know the kind, where you die a horrible death or your crush will reject you if you don’t spread the word? I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but now it’s the only thing I can think about.
The comment started by saying that “she hasn’t left [the poster] alone in days” and “by reading this, she’ll come for you.” I don’t even remember the exact wording because it was late and I was tired and I’d seen a hundred other comments like it before.
I forgot all about it.
Until she started coming after me.
It started with little things. A flash in the corner of my vision, a strange shadow on the hallway floor. Then it got worse. I started to hear whispering when I was alone in the house, giggling, the sound of footsteps. I now know that she was teasing me. Sort of like how a cat will clamp its paw over a mouse’s tail and bat at it before it kills it.
Mirrors were the worst. She liked to stand just out of frame when I was brushing my hair, so when I shifted my head to get the other side, she would be there, standing next to the bookshelf, with her long, tangled hair, matted with blood, falling down her shoulders. And that grin.
Oh, God, that grin.
Her teeth were always bloody. I was never sure if it was her blood, or… I don’t even know.
Every night it seemed to get worse. I would see her on my way to class, in the rear view mirror of my car, dragging her talon-like fingernails across her own, rotting flesh as I stared in abject terror.
For a while I put it off to sleep deprivation. Finals, you know?
And then she came to me.
It was late, so late it was technically early. I couldn’t sleep because all I could hear was her giggling. I covered my face with the pillow and shut my eyes tight, when I felt something cold on my hand.
I was paralyzed with fear. It was sharp and it was cold and it was moving down my arm towards my elbow.
“Come out to play,” she said in that lilting, upsetting voice I’d heard one too many times before.
I screamed and sat up but she was gone. For the moment.
My biggest mistake was when I talked to her. I’d just stepped out of the shower and she was right there when I opened the curtains. I shrieked and stumbled back and she leaned down to me.
“Why?” I asked. “Why are you doing this?”
She told me why. It was because I knew something about her. That altercation ended with a serious head injury that landed me in the hospital.
That’s where I am now.
I can’t take this anymore. I’m just one person, it’s too much. I know what I have to do. I think I always knew.
God, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.
Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.
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Nora clearly wants me. And my dick.
HAI GUISE! I’ll be there shortly! Just need to find my way to your place. ^_^
Wonderful. Thanks to reading this site, I now have at least 10 otherworldly stalkers. Thanks, creepypasta… thanks.
omg! dont give her to me! lol jk i loved it! its great and scary! keep giving us good stuff like that
It was alright but I found the comments far more amusing.
hmmm, i like this one. Not great, but still likeable.
this was good. But similair to la muerta blanca
Hai guise what”s going on in this thread?
Makes me think of smile.dog.
Spread the word, guys.
That’s freaky, just before I read this I had called my friend Nora over D=
Unoriginal, but still well written. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.
man, i was just trying to be sexy for you.
i have daddy issues.
BUT THEN WHO WAS SHOWER CURTAIN?
Nora, huh? Is it that one mong girl who posted like, 20 minute videos of her entire day documented? If so, it is very much terrifying.
Nora sounds prettty hot in a sick way. I would love to have some kinky masochist sex with her. MMMmmm
My sister and I read it on our seperate laptops at slightly different time.
Is Nora supposed to bring her twin or something. lol
Ur in the hospital because you are a crack head.
This is one of the most boring creepypastas I’ve ever read. It was written well, but that doesn’t make it a good story. It wasn’t scary at all.
Me liked this pasta…yummy
uh, no. It falls just as flat as the copy-paste chainletter curses it makes fun of.
If you fall into the same traps as what you’re trying to mock, you will fail. This story is a prime example.
Man, maybe I’m in a warp bubble or something, because I swear I’ve seen this pasta on this site before.
Good pasta. Pretty well-written and scary enough. Wait a sec… What the hell is that noise? I better go chekjaofjdahof;ihrf,ek8[kl;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
WITNESS
Is there a site where people just get half blank posts, fill in some adjectives, and then post this boring bullshit here? Honestly, try actually thinking about a good story instead of using the same cliches over and over and over.
The exceptional grammar didn’t even keep me from giving this story a 0/10. Hopefully you can return some day with some better pasta.
Wait, you’re passing it onto me? You fucking jackass, what did I ever do to you. You know, sometimes sorry just doesn’t cut it buster. Apology not accepted. You don’t you just go jump of
Hee. Heeehehehe. Hee.
Hehehehehe.
oh mann..am I the only one who thought it was creepy…
I think it was the last sentence that made it creepy..
very very nice
Wow, totally didn’t see the ending coming.
Hey, I just need to know where the bathroom is. can someone help me out?
Very overdone type of ending, but the pasta was so well-written that it doesn’t detract from it. A successful pasta!
I’m just glad I didn’t read this last night when I saw the link in a Twitter update…
I see you in that mirror, you know, that one you keep on the wall in front of you?
Standing behind the victim is the best way to scare him.
And then kill him.