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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Very creepy. I really liked it. Way to take something everyone can relate to and turn it into something creeeeeepy.
Yes, a cliche idea, but very well done. Eep!
Oh God dammit now I gotta go visit all you goons.
I haven’t the time for this…
Gotta say. It’s a cozy 10:08 AM here and I’m STILL kinda freaked out. No, this isn’t the most original idea, but I liked the execution. Thanks for the thrills ‘n’ chills!
I knew a Nora once. She was kind of a bitch.
But she had a great ass. Delicious, delicious ass…
Also as soon as I finished the last sentence I heard a knock on a door. Intensified the experience a thousand tomes over, and I will definitely be thinking about it come bed time.
I’ll start off by saying this was not an original concept. Curse stories are ridiculously common.
But I loved yours. I can’t even place why. It built nicely and the images were terrifying; things that always slip across my mind when I pass a mirror or am driving.
So no, not the most innovative, but truly one of the creepiest pastas I’ve read in a long time.
Very unoriginal concept, but extremely well-written, which made it a decent, creepy read. Unfortunately for me, a co-worker sneaked up behind me and scared the daylights out of me the instant I finished reading the last sentence. Amazingly frightening timing! Enhanced the pasta experience 10000x!
Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.
Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.
Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.
Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.
Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.
Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.
Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.
Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.
I think I’m good.
The worst part there is a Nora at my school who looks like obese chipmunk now I get those awful images in my head D:<
fuck i just want to fuck
THEN WHO WAS SHOWER
But, wow, not sleeping….ever….again
Oh no,I’m not sleeping ever again.I thoroughly enjoyed this one,good job! I saw someone like this in a nightmare once. She said,”Wake up…” Kind of like how you described her voice. Strange,isn’t it? But I enjoyed this because of the similarity to my nightmare,and it was very well written as well. Kudos to the author.
BUT THEN WHO WAS COMMENT POSTER?
Cocoa, luv the comment. ^^
I love this one<33
Yummy.
It was me…. all along….
NORA,YOU COME AROUND MY HOUSE AND I’LL WHACK YOU WITH THE TELEPHONE D:<
damn it got me at the end
So all this time, it was Nora who was phone?
Well I’m glad that’s finally settled.
It started off as a good idea and the intro wasn’t bad but it was written crapply. Sorry had to say it. :P good idea though.
OMG! Nora! I told you not to make fun of them!
I’m sorry, guys. I’m the mother of Nora… Please forgive my daughter for being “too friendly”.
Nora! You won’t get away with this, young lady… You’re grounded!
SON OF A- *groan*
I agree with #2 as well. Because Fuck, now I know.
That is all.
Why didn’t you come play with me!
I just wanted a friend :(
and now i have to go and hunt every idiot who read this, good job jackass…
Anonymous just made a very creepily jumbled post about the Hive Mind from Dead Space. Kudos, Anon.
It wasn’t scary worth a dick, but man, it was creepy. Well done.
Why would you do that ;-;
I will see you soon Nora :D
I agree with cocoa. according to these stories, I should have died about 4 times and also be being stalked by, lets see, let me list them.
tails doll,
about 4 ripoffs of samara & the grudge girl(including nora)
alma wade
sam fishers ghost
An angry monky
maybe 20 different monsters.
There are too many to list.
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OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD YOU GUISE
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