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Never Again

ByCreepypasta.com
4 minute readClassicTop 100Quick Read
Rating: 8.99/10. From 3.01K votes.
Ranked #32 of 5,628 stories#14 in Beings and Entities
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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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282 Comments

  1. I’m not going to lie, this doesn’t deserve the 9.3/10 in my opinion. I understand the story perfectly, as it’s pretty obvious and not at all complicated.

    As soon as the little girl showed up, I knew the rest of the story. It was rushed and not very scary/creepy.

    To be honest, I feel like the only reason this is rated so high is because the monster kills child abusers. I’m willing to bet that if this story was tweaked just enough to make the little girl kill non-abusive people, it would have a 7/10 rating.

    There was just nothing to it. It was rather bland pasta; I would eat it, but never order it again.

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  6. I like this story but it seems a little rushed. Seems like there was a good amount to work with but it was written in a hurry. I’d definitely like to see an extended version.

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  9. That was a great pasta, I had chills of fear, and good feelings the entire time, you took the story in a completely unexpected manner, and that’s what I feel made this pasta great. The subtle hints you left as to her mother being the first person to be punished, and other thing were really good too, keep up the good work, I look forward to seconds and possibly even thirds!

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  12. I think Lacy killed the boy’s mother because she was abusive too, and to prevent from worse things happening in the future.

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  13. I loved it! I was creepy! but it warmed my to the heart, it was so cute…! <3 I love it, I read it to my sister… she had nightmares but really liked it

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  14. i thought this was very good, and is one of my favourites – however the only thing is, your character reacted to the events that happened as though they were a little too normal. For example, finding out that lacy had died before she showed up at their door and they just ‘shrug it off.’ And the fact that they weren’t alarmed at the fact a little dead girl was stroking their cheek. But excellent job!

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  15. Pretty good story. Not a whole lot of over-explaining the abuse thing wasn’t long, drawn out, or over the top. The violence was a bit much, but that’s just my opinion.

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  16. Well now, that was definitely different and deserves a much higher rating if I do say so myself.

    It was both heart-touching and rather… eerie nonetheless, kind of reminds me of a lot from my past; when my neighbor’s kid continously got smacked around by his parents.

    It’s amazing really, now that I think about it… I’m glad I helped that kid before things got worse, and reading this story only brings back more memories.

    -10/10 for how beautiful and heart-touching it is.

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  17. I enjoyed it, but there were a few parts that were rushed and made no sense. Such as her showing her towards the couch and leaving her there to sleep, within moments of letting her in, a strange girl in the middle of the night.
    Not to mention the lack of suspense, the tension never really built up to anything, and it was awfully short.
    6/10

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  18. I just really don’t understand why this is so highly rated. There are a lot of holes in the plot. For instance, why did this girl just show up at the main character’s house? Did she have insight into the abuse? Did she know that the main character was being abused? Or was this meeting purely coincidental? Also, the story’s “creepiness” hinges on this girl just coming and going, murdering abusers. I get it, she was abused and wants revenge blah blah blah, but it’s so ambiguous. It’s not clear whether it’s helping someone who’s being abused or just getting revenge on abusers. The story certainly has potential, but as it stands, it’s a very sub par story that doesn’t really do much to expand upon core details.

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    1. Um, I think most people understood it perfectly. She kill abusers not only as revenge, but to help those being abused. She shows up where abuse is taking place. I accept all criticism, so I thank you for your comment. A little mystery adds to the story, in my opinion.

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    1. I’ve tried writing a sequel/prequel but… I don’t have it in me at the moment. I figure I’ll get another idea eventually though.

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  26. That girl, while creepy, is an amazing little wonder. It’s amazing that she says “Never again” and the abuse then stops. I, sir/madam, applaud you on this! This is such a touching story too.

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  30. I will be honest, I did not find this story creepy, but heartwarming. I loved it, because I feel for what the little girl was doing. I truly appreciate her desires to make sure no child would ever be abused.

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