Never Again
I was seventeen when she came. I’d been living with my abusive mother for seventeen long, painful years. It was around midnight, and my mother was already asleep, so when the three soft raps at the front door came it was me who answered. An odd looking little girl stood there, with cheeks pale and colorless, blonde hair in braided pigtails, pink dress torn a little at the hem, feet bare and turning slightly blue from the cold of winter, and black eyes. Fathomless, deep black eyes. I quickly let her in, thinking of how horridly underdressed she was. It wasn’t until later I’d wonder why she’d not been shivering, or even question as to why she was here in the first place. I got her into the living room, wrapping her little form in a thick afgan my grandmother knitted. She held it, though it didn’t seem to affect her, and I smiled.
“What’s your name, sweety?”
A long silence passed, in which she stared at me. I was beginning to be discomforted by her black gaze when she parted her lips and spoke in a soft voice.
“Lacy Morgan.”
I nodded, smiling again.
“You can stay here tonight, Lacy.” I said, motioning to the couch. She curled up in a little ball, black eyes still on me, and I exited the room. That night I slept soundly, not worrying about my mother beating me or the strange little girl on my couch.
When morning came and I trudged into the kitchen, I was greeted with a coffee mug to the shoulder. I gave a feeble shout of pain, staring at my mother.
“What the hell did you do? Why is there dirt on the couch?!” she shouted, confusing me greatly. Upon investigating, I found that Lacy had vanished, the only proof she’d been there being some dirt that must have fallen off her dress or feet. I took responsibility, earning myself a strong hit to my cheek, then left for school. While there I heard something that sent chills through my spine.
“Lacy Morgan was found dead last night.”
I passed the day waiting for anymore news on the subject, but found none. Upon arriving home, the news was broadcasting a live report on her though.
“Lacy Morgan, six years of age, was reported dead at seven last night. Her body was located in the backyard, buried there in her pink dress. So far there has been no sign of her mother, Marrisa Morgan, who is suspected to be the killer. Marrisa has reportedly abused Lacy multiple times, and may be responsible for her death.”
Suddenly, a picture of Lacy appeared on the screen. She appeared very close to how she had when I met her, blonde hair in braids, pink dress, pale face. Only, her cheeks had color… and her eyes were baby blue. To most this would seem unimportant, but to me it was. She’d died before arriving at my house, if what the news castor said was true. Died hours before. I tried to play it off, going about my buisness. I went to bed early so as not to have to see my mother. It was around midnight when I awoke to cool fingers stroking the bruise on my cheek. I sighed, leaning into the small hand.
“Never again.” Lacy whispered, before her hand vanished. Not ten minutes later I heard my mother screaming. I rushed into her bedroom, nearly fainting at what I saw.
My mom was thrashing wildly on her bed, a small creature having buried its face into her chest. I could hear the soung of flesh tearing, and my mother’s screaming increased in volume. I wished I hadn’t gotten up. Later on, I’d tell myself I hadn’t. But I had. So, when Lacy pull back from the gaping hole in my mother’s chest cavity, I had a plain view of her razor sharp teeth, glinting in the light. Glinting with my mother’s blood. She smiled innocently at me for a moment, before swiftly tearing out my mother’s jugular. That time I did faint. When I came to, I was in my bed. I walked to my mom’s room, morbid curiousity getting the best of me. Upon opening the door, I found the room empty. The bed made neatly, as if my mom had left for work early. The only oddities were the dirty childs footprints, and the open window, showing that Lacy had in fact visited. I never saw my mother again, and I never missed her either. I eventually got married, and we had a child together. I named her Lacy. Recently, I noticed the neighbors daughter has all sorts of scrapes and bruises on her arms. I’ve started watching their home. And the other day I saw something odd: a little girl running barefoot through their back yard up to their backdoor. It was around midnight, so I couldn’t be for sure, but I thought she met my eyes with her black ones. And I could swear she mouthed two words at me.
Never again.
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I liked this one,it reminded me of another story I read on here.I can’t rememeber the name of it,but I rememeber it. Nicley done.
Brilliant pasta; but i’m struggling to see why the protagonist would have invited a pale girl with massive, black, souless and ever staring eyes into the house. Or maybe that’s just me…
Well, it was late at night, she was tired. Years of abuse screwed with her sense of trust and safety, so she wasn’t sure what was bad, and what was good. Im assuming she needed therepy after all that, but I didn’t write that in.
the mother could have said candlejack and gotten aw
Not bad. It was pretty cool, I liked it. It was relatively short and to the point. It wasn’t really creepy though, just entertaining. I gave it an 8/10 but I kinda wanna change it to a 7.5/10. Again, job well done, but it wasn’t creepy or eerie in the slightest.
Wow I actually almost cried, but then I pictured Lacy slaughtering that mom and was too scared to do anything. Good pasta. 10/10
This is a good story. However I feel sorry for Lacy and how she died. I had also suffered abuse when I was a child myself. But I was one of the lucky ones to survive. Wish more people were aware of children being abused.
a new grudge ghost. great…
8/10 spectacular creepy pasta, coulda been better. Best i have ever read yet
P.s. the other creepy pastas i rated from 7 to 1
Not very well written in my opinion. Regardless, it was a good concept!
BUT WHO WAS DIRT!?
I think it’s nice to see a different form of undead.. It’s sweet actually! 10/10!
I’m still a bit confused with what happened after the mother died. Was there an investigation or not? Overall a very good story.
Welp… It’s on youtube now. I am proud. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-V1oFPyUlJs
Awesome!
I liked it. It wasn’t unnecessarily long, it was short and sweet. At first I didn’t get the last part about the neighbor’s daughter having bruises- I thought maybe the narrator’s daughter (because he named her after the dead child) was beating up the neighbor’s daughter? But after reading the comments I understood that it was actually the girl’s parents who gave her the bruises, and that’s why Lacy was there, to protect the girl.
I liked this one- really well written, with just the right amount of detail and just the right length. Well done!
thats an amazing creative story
Fucking awsome lacy is awsome abusive parents get to feel the pain
i bet the mother tasted like pasta. nom nom nom
that girl kills abusive parents….. that is a good thing right?
Good story man actually got a chill towards the end
Hes 17 right? i would haymaker that bitch
this was a tad silly as the person in the story takes a random child into their house without batting an eyelid and doesn’t call the police or an ambulance or something. 7/10 because it was a good concept but needed more thought.
To short and not that much tension. Didn’t make me frightened at all.
I love how it just says “Her body was located in the backyard” like there is only one backyard in the entire world hahahaha :)good read though!
this pasta made me have feels
what lacy is trying to say is that ” Never Again ”
what she means is that , kids who are being abused will ” Never Again ” be abused. the girls parents vanished right ? now she was seen running to her neighbors back yard because her neighbor’s daughter was being abused ” Never Again “
Shit bro…
Very straightforward for a pasta, but also very enjoyable.
In some ways, this story makes me think of magical realism as much as it does creepypasta, particularly how the narrator’s mother simply disappeared (well, killed without leaving a body.)
This is one of those pastas I could see easily making a great short film, because it’s so visual. I think it might benefit from being set in 3rd person, for the same reason. 9/10, I think.
I didn’t find this one particulary scary, but it was very well written! I really enjoyed it :)
The person telling the story was being abused by her mother just like Lacy was. So Lacy killed her mother and the other little girls mother to stop the abuse. She means "you’ll never be abused again". Her spirit now avenges children against abuse.
Well I see why this story got a 9.4, great story!
really wish i could have met that girl… would haved saved me alot lot of therapy… Child abuse is wrong pplz it ma make the adult feel good but it makes the children suicidal.