Half Mask

Stitched Dreamer

SO I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS STORY A CREEPYPASTA CREATION THINGY. ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU ENJOY.
This story is fiction.


One time, in my dreams, I saw this girl. Her entire body had stitches, as well as her clothing. Her eyes a cold yellow and grey color. Her hairl brown, with a strip of bright red. Her appearance surged fear through my body. I yelled in fear and ran. Everytime I looked behind myself, the girl was there. Eventually, I felt pain in my lower back area. My eyes flicker open and see the dim light of the sun during winter. I noticed sweat running down my face. My breathe long and hard. I sit up on my bed and stare down. I didn't think something could be so... so terrifying. I get out of bed and ready for school.

As I walked to school that day, I felt eyes staring into the back of my head. I look behind me and see the girl hiding behind the tree. I ran, looking behind me, for the girl didn't follow. After that she was everywhere. In the classroom windows, hiding behind trees and bushes, even in the boys room. All she did was watch me. I became paranoid, thinking she would kill me any moment. It came to the point to where I refused to be alone or in the dark. I started going to therapy.

Last night, I woke up to the sound of breaking glass. I sat up and saw her. She held a knife between her stitched fingers and palm. I opened my mouth to call for help, when my father walked in. The girl wore an insane smile on her face. My father froze to her gaze. He fell to his knees, hoping the girl would spare him. I watched as the girl slowly made her way to my father's cowering figure. She stabbed the knife through his scalp all the way to the bottom of his chin. I lunge at the girl, hoping to hit her. Instead, she disappeared without a thing left behind... nothing except the knife in my fathers head. I hit the knife, pushing it further through his head. I look at my bloodied hands. She killed him... and framed me... I fall to my hands and knees. Then my mother, the woman who tried to help me, saw my father's dead body amd looked at me. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed the phone. I pull the knife from my dead father's head. I listen to my mother on the phone. Immediately after she hung up, I lunge at her. *sobs* I murdered the woman who loved and cared for me. I sat on the ground and cried after what seemed like forever. Policeman barge through the front door. I didn't fight. I was grabbed and shoved into a truck. I didn't care. Everywhere I looked that damn girl was there. I kept yelling and kicking, hoping to get away from the girl.

Now I sit in a room of a mental Institute. The song I heard in my dream, months before now, was playing. And in front of me stands the girl I now call Stitched Dreamer. The only one who ever visits my cage. The song now one of my only amd few thoughts.

ring around the rosie
a pocket full of posies,
ashes ashes,
we all...
fall...
down.