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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and if i cant do that, ill forward the curse to so many people that you wont know who to haunt and youll head will exploode :D
hey nora, when you come for me will you give me a blowjob? I need some love isnt enough anymore.. :(
by the way i have an xbox 360, wanna play it with me? I dont think monsters like you and the tails doll are scarey, i think you are potential friends, and if you dont wanna be friends i can always use my soul gems to trap you.
She’s harassing you because her name is Nora.
Old concept is old.
Scary? Well fuck you too, who do you think called the ambulance when your stupid ass fell and cracked your head open in the bath tub?
You freakin asshole, what did i ever do to you. Pretty good pasta.
Decently creepy.
I GOTS MAH SCARRIESES.
IM ONS MAH WAI.
Can we see some new stories soon, please?
I see you. :U
Unoriginal concept, but very well-written.
OH MY GOD, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SLEEP TONIGHT!
Hah, no this was pretty bad.
Sorry.
HERP DURP SHE COMIN FER U NOW ROFL
This twist is completely new and original!
Pfft… So, apparently all that we have to do to get rid of her is tell somebody else, and then they tell someone else.
Nora is actually my name.
So, lol?
Old pasta is old. This is just a rehash of stories where the girl follows you and kills you unless you tell someone else about her.
We could call that Witness Pasta, right? Unfortunately, there’s only ONE story for witness pasta, and the name of the girl just changes, as do the circumstances of the person learning the name. But it all works the same. “Hah, this is bunk” “Oh fuck it’s happening” “Here, you take her.” Boring, done before, no interest, no creepiness.
5/10. I still like the way it was written. If only it hadn’t been written before!
Was anyone elses first thought was of Norah Jones? I knew there was something odd about her.
So is the new obession now elaborating on spam chains? Boringpasta is boring.
I give it a 10/10 for originality.
I think this was a tasty pasta, actually. I like this kind :p gives me a jump at the end. WITNESSpasta did it.
I like this one! It seems kind of lame and cliché with the whole “it’s just like all the others except this one’s REAL OMG” thing, but that’s also part of what makes it freaky. idk.
hey nora we have been waiting for you the last one they sent us ran away maybe we will have some fun with you but we dont really like your name
Hello.
Goodbye.
Long-black-haired chain-letter ghosts? Hum.
Another witness freakout eh? What is it about little girls with long black hair and sharp fingernails? Would we not be afraid of some grown, sexy blond wit a manicure and a pretty smile? Well… I guess not.
*head explodes*
Meh. It was alright. Would have been better if I hadn’t seen a hundred pasta’s like it before…
WITNESS PHONEHOLDER OF SAINT PAUL LOOKING FOR VENGEFUL BRIDE POLTERGEIST FOR LOVING, COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP NO WISPS NEED APPLY.
I feel the same as PK. The Comments > The Pasta.
Oh, look. Another “scary story now it’s gonna get you” pasta.
YAWN.
What the fuck man. It wasn’t anything close to that. Fuck you man I was just trying to be a good person you know?