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 got creepy goosebumps from this. Very well done.
Really good I like it. Beautiful, a little cheesy, but I like it still. This Lacy chick sounds awesome.
I have written a sequel to this story and will try to publish it during the summer (I wont be able to get online until then, so.)
Beautiful. I loved it <3
Just….wow. Nice twist having the mother be the abuser. It happens and it is never addressed enough.
Loved this pasta!
I was abused as a kid so it kinda makes me wish I had my own Lacy lol
Very well written and a totally awesome read!
that boss little crusader
Awesome story. It reminds me of Let the right one in/ let me in.
“Never again.” ..Isn’t that Shadow Fiend(Nevermore)’s respawn line?
A Bit rushed, but honestly, a still solid creepypasta. Plus, the first creepypasta with a GOOD Black Eyed Kid.
Personally, I find the plot a bit predictable. I was about to guess what would happen from the beginning. However, I did enjoy it and feel that it is well delivered.
scary’est shit ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Great story! But I feel their is an over use of “being found dead last night”. Otherwise the sub-plot was good and you’ve gotta love a good story!
Love this story wish it was true those real momsters deserve it (And yes i meant to spell it that way lol)
Very good and creepy :)
Did I read the same creepy pasta as everyone else?
This was not good….or clever.
It was bad.
All the characters are bland and had no personality at all. The story had major holes in it.
Poorly written.
It’s hilarious to see the writer in the comment section having her ego stroked by people who clearly don’t know anything about literature. What’s even more cringe worthy is the fact that she’s promising sequels…..
I assume it just achieved high ratings due the nature of the reasons behind the killings (who is being killed more precisely)
0.5/10
Excuse me. While I don’t mind criticism on my work, you could be less rude about it. So you don’t like it? Don’t read it. I wrote this in 2012, so maybe there are a few holes in the story. I’m working on improving my writing, and if I managed to not only get this story posted, but also got it rated 9.2/10 out of 1381 ratings (and counting), then maybe it’s not my writing there’s a problem with. You do not have to enjoy my writing. You can tell me where I need improvement. But do not be a jerk about it.
I’m not a big fan of this but I don’t think it’s bad. It had an ending that a lot of people would like to come true and I think that’s why it’s so popular. You are as entitled to your opinion as much as the rest of us, but you don’t have to be a dick about it, and just because they have a different opinion doesn’t mean that they are idiots who know nothing about literature.
Wow! OoO I like this girl. She’s at least a nice little killer. ;D
I loved this story! Woot! Go the little girl! Even if it ends up as my fate, I still like the plate of justice she serves…
I am favouriting and rate this 8/10!
That would be awesome!
Righting a sequel in the neighbor girl’s point of view, I think. Itll take a while because Im not gonna rush it or anything but… I wanna write it.
writing* And thats why I am taking my time.
never again because she doesnt want other children abused…
FANART TIME!!! XDDD
So, the little dead girl shows up, the protagonist lets a stranger into the house and just leaves them alone. No worry of theft or being murdered.
The kid was six. Normally one would assume a six year old wont kill you in your sleep.
I mean, they’d be wrong in this case, but normally…
Short and sweet but very nice. Always liked revenge/avenging angel stories
I really liked this story. It reminded me of a horror film called Hansel and Gretel.
Amazing. This is a pasta that I somewhat wish would come true. Though there are teenagers who deserve a good slap to the face from time to time, there are parents who take out their frustrations on those unable to defend themselves, or too obedient to fight back.
Does anyone else find this kind of sweet?
Very sweet
there has to be a part 2 :D its so cute where she saves him i acually cryed at the end :(
I very much enjoyed this story. If only it were true.
I’m nopeing the fuck outta here
NEVER AGAIN