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My Best Friend	By : Zaikia Category: A through F > CreepyPasta (written origin) > CreepyPasta (written origin) Views: 4145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Shell did not realize just what the mysterious creature in the woods was that she had just made friends with on that eventful night when she was a child....and why hasn’t he taken her away like he did the others, which he could’ve done many years ago...
Chapter 1
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“Owwwwwww!!!!”
“You are such a baby Shepherd!!” my nine-year old sister mocked, scowling down at my younger twin brother Shepherd. He and I were born two minutes apart, with Shepherd being the younger twin. Shepherd and I were born with the same hair color, same eyes, though we were both born with bright blue eyes, our eyes were turning to a more hazel color.
The only thing that was different between Shepherd and I was that he was a bit more shy and timid than me, whereas I was more brave and a daredevil. Shepherd whimpered as he held his arm, tears evident in his hazel eyes. He had fallen when Mia had accidently pushed him too hard.
“Mia, leave my twin alone!” I shouted at her angrily, my hazel eyes burning into her green ones. My dark brown hair fell into my face as I snarled at her, obviously angry with her.
“It’s not my fault you have a wimp of a twin.” she scoffed.
My eyes narrowed in anger and I raised my hand, as when my mother would whenever she got REAL angry at us kids. Then, I took my hand and slapped her hard across her somewhat toned cheeks. Mia staggered forwards a bit and then held a hand to her now reddened cheek.
“YOU BIG MEANIE!” she screamed at me, crying harder than Shepherd had been. She then ran inside to our large, two story house and I rolled my eyes as I heard her sob all the way to our mother.
I knelt beside my twin, gently rubbing his arm. “Are you alright?” I asked him gently. For being only about 10, almost 11, I was pretty smart and mature. Shepherd was, of course, the same age, but he was just slightly below me. He was pretty smart also, able to do well in math and numbers.
“Yeah...” he sniffled and wiped his eyes. “She just pushed me a bit too hard.....why is she so mean..?”
I gently ruffled his hair. “Because I think that’s how she is. Mom said if people were a way as a child, they would be the same when they got older.”
Shepherd then looked up at me with a small smile. “Does this mean you’ll be the awesome twin sister as you are now?”
I couldn’t help but grin. “You bet.”
That’s when I heard my mother call out my name. “SHELBY ELIZABETH HARTFORD!!!”
I groaned and glanced over my shoulder as my mother came stomping out, obviously mad at me. Mia walked behind her, her face stained with tears and her cheek still red from where I had slapped her. I stood up and faced my mother. “I’m sorry, I-.”
Before I could finish, my mother slapped me hard, harder than I had hit my sister, across my face and the impact caused me to fall onto the ground hard. “You do not EVER hit your sister!” my mother yelled at me. “If it happens again, you will be grounded and not allowed to go anywhere except school and home!”
I scoffed, my cheek throbbing from the slap. I rubbed my cheek and was surprised to feel a warm liquid on my cheek. I pulled my hand away and saw a somewhat dark splotch on my fingers. I just remembered my mother wore rings and one of them must’ve cut my cheek. I turned to my mother, letting her see my bleeding cheek.
And instantly all the anger dropped from her face.
“Oh honey! I-I didn’t mean to cut you!” she tried to say sorry and reached out to hold me, but I had gotten up and backed away from her.
“Of course you didn’t...” I said quietly, my small body shaking in anger and as tears formed in my eyes. “You always favored Mia out of me and my brother...where as dad spends more time with me and Shepherd...why is that so..? Do you hate us...? Is it because we wear darker or different clothes than normal children...?”
“Honey...honey, that’s not-.”
“OF COURSE THAT’S IT!” I screamed at her, venom lacing in my words. “Well you know what, WE HATE YOU TOO!!!”
And then I spun on my barefoot heel and ran out of my backyard and into the woods behind our house. I knew Shepherd wouldn’t follow me, the woods scare him. I sobbed as I ran further into the woods, ignoring the voices that called for me. I just ran further and further until I couldn’t hear their voices anymore.
Eventually my little legs couldn’t give any more strength to run and I came down a walk and then a stop by a small river. I sniffled and sat by the river, placing my hand into the cool water and let the blood wash off my small, pale hand. A couple more tears ran down my face and I closed my hazel orbs.
Shepherd and I never even fit in....even the kids at school made fun of us....especially me. I think it was because I’m a girl. I even hated my name...it didn’t feel like ME. I sighed and let my shoulders slump.
That’s when I heard something behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder, my hair somewhat covering my face and didn’t see anything. It had sounded like a footstep, a light footstep. Maybe it was a ghost...I’ve always seen spirits, all the time. Guess it was just a lonely spirit looking for someone to talk to or play with.
I sighed once again and decided to climb a tree and sat on the branch, getting comfortable before closing my eyes. I was a little chilly, but I didn’t care. Maybe my mother will think twice before ever hitting me again.
I let my head fall onto the trunk of the tree behind me and I fell into a deep sleep.
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When I woke up, I felt like there was someone watching me, stalking me. It felt somewhat creepy, but not to the point where I wanted to scream and run the other way in order to save my life. I opened my hazel eyes and looked around the area, hoping it wasn’t some sick man that wanted to kidnap a little girl and rape and/or kill them brutally.
I sighed softly and stood up, brushing the dirt and grass off my dark, washed out jeans that I’ve had probably for a couple years. I never really gained any weight, as my dad had called it, having a fast metabolism. Its something a person can have and they can eat a lot of food and never or hardly gain any weight.
Anyway, I’m rambling.
I glanced around the woods more and noticed it was dark out, but I could still see. I then slowly and very carefully climbed down the tree and grunted slightly as I jumped down the rest of the way, landing on my feet like a cat almost. “Is somebody there...?” I called out, my voice a bit quieter than usual.
There was no answer, as so I assumed. All I heard was the whistling of the wind blowing through the trees and I suddenly gave a small shiver as the wind caught me in its grasp. I rubbed my bare and small arms to get warmth in them.
Then I heard what sounded like a footstep. And it came from behind me.
I gave a small shudder as I felt something powerful engulf my small body. It seemed like an aura, as I had once learned from one of my friends who could see ghosts and stuff like that. Stuff that adults called make-believe or ‘fake’. But this didn’t seem make-believe or fake...unless I was dreaming.
It took me a few seconds, but I finally turned around, slowly though and bumped into a pair of thin legs that were covered in black cloth, most likely pants. I slowly looked up, my eyes trailing up the tall, thin form of a man, wearing one of those black suits like a man would wear for business or a funeral.
My eyes trailed up more, landing on the man’s face...or the lack of. His face was completely devoid of features, no eyes, no mouth, no ears, but I could somewhat see a slight definition of a nose. This man....was a mystery to me.

He seemed to stare at me with no eyes, while I stared back at him with my hazel ones. “Who are you..?” I asked quietly, my curiosity getting the better of me.
He was silent. Could he speak? He stared down at me and in the next few seconds, midnight black snake-like things came out from his back and slithered towards me like snakes. Were they snakes? Or maybe they were extra arms?
The man continued to stare down at me as the snake-like things got closer to me and when they were about an inch away from my face, they stopped. I breathed quietly and stared at them as they swayed a bit in the air right in front of my face. The man seemed to be a bit tensed up as well, clutching his large, pale hands at his sides.
“Mister, are you okay..?” I lifted up a small hand, barely touching the snake-like things still swaying in the air and gently touched the man's clenched hand with mine. Immediately, his body relaxed and he uncurled his fists. The snake-like things went back to him and disappeared into his back.
That's when he got on his knees so he could get more to my level, but still was a bit taller than me, even when sitting on his knees. I looked up at him, curious to who he was.
“You're a curious little one...” A voice came out of nowhere and when I looked around for where the voice had came from. It was deep and alluring, a melody sort of to it that could lull me to sleep if I let it.
“Mister...I don't mean to be rude...but where's your face..?” I asked him, reaching up on my tip-toes to place my palm against his cheek. His skin was warm to the touch.
“It was how I was born, little one. Much like my parents.”
“Could I meet your parents? I don't get along with my mother very much.”
“Maybe, little one.” the faceless man spoke again and he brought up a hand to my cheek that was bloody. “Did someone do this to you...?”
“My mother....she hit me and forgot she had rings on her hand.” I sniffled. “I hate her.”
“Now now, do not say that little one.” the tall man scolded me. “I have met many children your age who say that hate their mother. You don't mean that.”
I was silent, only staring up at the man for a moment or two. “Then why did she hit me?”
“I do not know little one.” he spoke softly. “What is your name?”
“Shell.”
“Well then Shell, can you keep a secret?”
“Of course!”
“I want you to make our friendship a secret. So this way, adults won't know, because they won't understand.” he said to me, placing a hand on the top of my head.
I grinned. “It's a secret!”
He chuckled softly. “Good little one.” he then stood up. “I am afraid I must leave, but we will see each other again. Farewell little one, behave.”
And then he was gone.
Holy mother, that was awesome...plus, I made a new friend!
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