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Creepypasta X Reader One-Shots	By : RoverRose Category: A through F > CreepyPasta (written origin) > CreepyPasta (written origin) Views: 11786 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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(Y/N) = Your name

(F/D) = Favourite Drink

(Y/A) = your age.

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"I'm sure you'll enjoy your time with Aunt Margaret, if you're nice then maybe she'll bake you cookies." Your father said as his gaze shifted from your form towards the dark, empty road. Your response was only a loud sigh, rolling your eyes and mumbling something of a quick 'yes'.

You didn't like the fact that you were going to great aunt Margaret. It felt as if your parents were leaving you behind, making you think they only see you as dead weight. Not that you could blame them though, they had their work and you had a week off.

You could fend for yourself of course if you had enough money, but the problem was that your lovely parents thought that you would feel alone during this time. So their awesome and brilliant idea was to bring you to your great aunt Margaret who you hadn't seen since you were 6 and had no idea that she still existed.

You could almost hate them for it.

You only stared out of the window, trying to dull out your father's voice and concentrate on the image of your aunt. You remembered a kind, old lady who always took you to the local playground, where you could let your fantasy fly freely and play until your legs felt sore.

But that was when you were a kid. The truth is that in the place where Aunt Margaret lives there is nothing. No, literally nothing. Only a few houses, a few local stores but furthermore no clubs, no bars... Not even a cinema. Only ground, dirt and houses.

Thank the lord you had bought some books and brought them with you.

Your frown turned even deeper when you had finally reached the small village aunt Margaret lived in. Your father whoever couldn't help but to smile, waving at some of the local folk still lurking outside. When he drove onto the parking lot you saw a woman standing in front of the window.

The shadow of the woman disappeared and eventually the door opened. A slightly build, old woman walked towards the car. Her round glasses framed her face perfectly as the walking stick she used tapped on the ground with each step she took.

You almost wanted to run towards her, give her a hand and lead her back inside. She seemed too old to be walking on the icy driveway with nothing but only a sweater to protect her from the cold weather.

"Hello dear!" She said as you had stepped out of the car, trying your best to put on a fake smile to ensure your great aunt that you were happy coming here. Your father walked over to Aunt Margaret, shaking her wrinkly hand before turning towards you.

"I really appreciate it, Margaret. She'd be all alone otherwise." You wanted to object, telling you father that you had enough friends who could come over but decided against it. Aunt Margaret seemed as nice as she was when you were younger, you didn't want to offend her in any way.

Secondly telling your father that you would invite friends over when they would be gone might end badly; he would never ever leave you alone in the house again.

"No problem, I like some company. It gets lonely out here for this old woman." You almost felt a pang of guilt for not visiting this old lady sooner, but that wasn't really your fault. You never thought of her again until your parents formed this crazy plan.

You began to wrap your arms around your body as your breath was shown in the cold winter air. The snow slowly started the fall out of the sky little by little and you knew that in the morning, the driveway would be covered in white.

"It's too cold out here, let's go inside." Aunt Margaret said as she gestured towards you and your father to come inside. Your father however held up his hands, walking towards the car and grabbing your suitcase. He placed it next to you before turning towards Aunt Margaret.

"I'm sorry, but I can't stay. I need to be off tomorrow in the morning." You could almost see the disappointment on the old woman's face but she tried to hide it. Your father turned towards you, giving you a kiss on the forehead before telling:

"Have fun, sweetie. I'll be back in a week." You only nodded, waving a little at your father who climbed back into the car. When he drove backwards you needed to suppress the urge to run after him, begging him not to leave you behind.

You didn't know you could be this homesick.

"Come inside honey, you'll catch a cold." You finally turned towards Margaret as the car was already out of sight, seeing the old woman standing next to the door. You only smiled a little; grabbing the suitcase and dragging it back inside.

A wave of hot air struck you right in the face and the smell of old lady filled your nostrils. Aunt Margaret pointed towards a small hook on the wall where you could hang your coat and scarf. You took the items off, gazing around and wondering where the heat came from.

Once done undressing you followed your great aunt towards the living room, where a fireplace stood against the wall. Pictures of probably your great uncle and your great aunt holding each other when they were younger filled the space on top of the fireplace, that along with a few pictures of her children.

"Would you like something to drink, dear?" Your great aunt asked you as she made her way towards the kitchen. You nodded whilst inspecting the room even more. It looked really cozy. You then sat down on a comfy but old couch and stared at the small TV. Next to the fireplace.

"What do you like?" She asked from the kitchen and you yelled back:

"Some (F/D), please!" Before wrapping your arms once again around your body. Even though it was quite hot in this room, you were still shivering from the cold weather outside. You were wondering when your great-uncle had died, but since you only remembered your great-aunt, it must've been a long time ago.

Your great aunt came back into the room with your drink, sitting down on another chair once she gave it to you. The uncomfortable silence filled the room as you took a sip of your drink, staring at the TV. to avoid any questions being asked. It didn't help.

"So how old are you again, dear?" She asked you, and even though you were thankful that it wasn't really a personal question, you still found it hard to reply. Your family would always ask such stupid, personal questions on birthday's making you not want to come there ever again.

They were more interested in your life than they were in their own.

"I'm (Y/A)." You replied, not really sure what more you could say about it. You didn't like these kinds of conversations, but you also didn't like the eerie silence filling the room.

"Ah, I remember you only being a little child. You had always such fun at the playground." Memories of you playing pirate with a few of the other children came back to mind as she had said this. It was the innocence and fantasy only a child could have. You couldn't help but to smile a little.

"Yes, I remember that too. I had such fun there. Is the playground still around?" You looked at your great aunt who smiled, remembering the same thing. However when you had asked the questions her smile slowly dropped, her gaze turned to concern as she now looked straight at you.

"No dear... Not anymore." She sadly spoke as she gave a loud sigh. Your eyebrows furrowed, watching the old woman and waiting for further explanation. When it didn't seem to come because your great aunt was too busy in her own mind, you decided to ask yourself.

"Why?" You took another sip of your drink as you gazed intently at the woman. You wouldn't be interested in something like this if she hadn't looked so sad. Did something happen on that playground?

"Well, as you may know it was the only playground in this small town. All the children came there to play. There was always one of the parents watching them. However one day a child had disappeared. The police investigated and searched everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. She had vanished right within the presence of her own mother."

The story gave you chills immediately, making you shiver from other things than the cold. You quickly took another sip from your drink as you listened to the story, it seemed unfinished. Maybe there was some sort of predator? Someone abducting the children and... Ugh, you didn't want to think about that.

"They had never found the little girl. However a few months later a boy had disappeared on the same playground. Only one year older than the girl was. Again, nothing was found and there were no witnesses. The police then decided to close off the playground, reopening it once the predator had been caught."

"But he wasn't caught, was he?" You asked breathlessly, not even daring to think what the person might've done to those poor children. You already knew the answer. He would have never been caught. He might be still lurking around here.

"Correct. It wasn't until a few months later, when another girl had disappeared that young families started to move away from this town. Afraid for the safety of their children. They eventually broke down the playground, leaving only a few things standing."

You watched with sadness in your eyes as your great-aunt continued on. It was really stupid that one person could tear apart a town like that. The worst part about this all was that the predator had never been caught, that he could be the neighbor, the nice man from the groceries store. Any person really.

"That's so sad." You said, waiting for your aunt's reply. Something else was bothering her, you could see it.

"Oh yes. The last girl, Hannah, was one of the children I baby-sat. She was such a lively girl and good company too." Your great-aunt stood up, walking over to the fireplace and grabbing one of the pictures. She then walked over to you before giving it.

You then saw a really cute looking girl smiling on the picture, a flower clenched in between her small hands and her cheeks red of excitement. A pang was felt in your heart when seeing this picture. She looked so innocent, so happy. Who has the right to take that all away?

"You must've been really heartbroken when she disappeared. Not even mentioning what the parent's must've felt like. "You softly spoke as you traced your fingers along the lines of the picture. You aunt had settled herself back into her chair again before nodding.

"Yes, it was horrible. Not knowing what had happened to your own child is the worst thing a parent could overcome. It was sad to see them all leave. It is also why we have no young families in this town anymore. Most of the children old enough to stay already grew up, leaving only the old naggers in this town."

You slowly stood up and walked over to the fireplace, where you carefully placed the picture next to all the others. You now understood why your great-aunt had felt so lonely. Children, good or bad, do something to the environment. They make the town seem livelier.

"Oh, but I'm sure you're not really waiting for a sad story now. You must be really tired; shall I show you to your room?" You looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 p.m. Even though it wasn't that late, you felt really tired. Mostly because of the long trip.

"Yes, please." You said as your great aunt stood up, walking over to the door you had entered the living room in. You grabbed your suitcase and walked with her towards the stairs. You noticed that your aunt had trouble walking up the stairs and you couldn't help but to give her little support.

Once you were upstairs she guided you towards a room on the left, opening the door to reveal a rusty, old bed, a few dressers and a closet. You entered the room and placed the suitcase on the ground. You looked around a little before walking towards the window and opening it, in order to get the dust out.

"Well this is your room. I hope you like it. You may do as you please. I'm in the room next to you. The room across of yours is the bathroom... The room next to that is... A room filled with your great uncle's stuff." Once she had said this you turned around, watching her reaction.

"Oh..." You only replied. You didn't really know what to say about this. You wanted to comfort her but... Didn't really know how. Your aunt Margaret put up her heartwarming smile before she explained further.

"Up is the attic. There's a lot of junk up there, but maybe you'll find something you can use. You're free to search for it." You only gave a small smile at your aunt thanking her until you were interrupted by a loud, screechy bark.

"I didn't know you had a dog, Aunt Margaret." You said as your aunt only stared at down the stairs. She nodded her head a little, giving a chuckle before she spoke:

"That's Dolly. I didn't know if you would be afraid of dogs, so I locked her up in another room." You almost began to laugh at this. She was really considerate; you had to give her that. You shook your head, saying that you really weren't afraid of dogs.

"That's good. Well, I'll leave you alone then. Come see me if you need anything. "And with that your great aunt closed the door behind her. You gave aloud sigh as you walked over to the bed. It was quite comfy despite all the dust. You decided to dress yourself and prepare for bed, you needed sleep.

You changed into your pajamas and then want towards the bathroom to brush your teeth. You did whatever you had to do to get ready and then went over to your room. You closed your window again, it was too cold. You'd rather keep up with the dust than with the cold.

You then quickly dug yourself under the covers and it didn't take long before you were sucked into wonderland.

A delirious pounding was felt into your head, your heart was beating like crazy and the smell of grass and flowers filled your nostrils. When you finally realized that you were lying on the ground you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was blue, a blue, cloudless sky.

You head the wind blowing through the grass but you didn't feel it, you didn't feel cold or hot at all. The sun was shining brightly while the birds were singing their favorite tune. Your hand went to your head as you sat up, feeling slightly nauseas.

Where are you?

You wobbly stood on your feet to look around and then realized you were in an open field. In the distance you saw a playground and you heard children scream out of excitement, running after each other while holding up wooden sticks.

The playground? But didn't it exist anymore did it? What is this place? Is this a dream? You looked at your clothing but you were still dressed in your pajama shirt and underwear. The pounding in your head was still there and you were wondering how you could feel it so well. It all seemed so peaceful here, then why was that pounding increasing?

You slowly walked over to the children, towards the playground. You saw all of them running, playing with each other while hanging from the swings. The all ran past you, as if they couldn't see you. Even when you would speak, they were too engulfed into their play to notice you.

There was this boy with glasses, running after a girl in a pink dress. Another girl, dressed in simply a red T-shirt and blue pants ran past another boy, who wore a pirate cap on his left eye. Then the last boy, who stood on top of the slide, was swinging his wooden weapon around, as if he was the leader.

Your ears filled themselves with the children giggling, laughing, and screaming. You couldn't help but to smile. It reminded you of your own childhood. You were so carefree, so innocent... Just like these children were. Your fantasy world was the only one you felt safe in, aside from the arms of your mother and father.

You turned to one of the children, the boy with the pirate cap. He was digging something up, probably searching for a chest. The children didn't say anything, only laughing loudly and playing with each other. The little boy continued digging until his eyes lit up when he had found something.

However when you wanted to look what he had found the whole aura around the boy seemed to change. His eyes widened with worry as he sat up straight immediately. The wind began to blow harder and without you noticing the sky had turned dark.

You looked up, staring straight at tons of dark clouds covering the once blue sky. You saw the little boy shivering and an eerie red glow seemed to spread over the grass. You turned around with a gasp, looking at the children who had suddenly stopped playing. They all just stood there.

Then one of them turned towards you, it was the young boy with glasses. His eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face. You took a step back, afraid of what had caused this change of circumstances.

"Miss, please help us. Have you seen Lilly?" The young boy asked and he walked towards you. The other boy, the one with the pirate cap, was behind you, pulling at your pajama shirt and sniffing loudly. His sad eye looking up to you, pleading you to help them.

You saw the two other children walking towards you and then it had hit you. The boy with the wooden weapon and the girl with the red T-shirt were walking your way, both asking you the same question while the other two were pulling at your clothes.

The girl in the pink dress was missing.

You searched around for the young girl, wondering if she was hiding somewhere. But your gut feeling told you something else. You turned around, looking straight into the open field... But only a blanket of red was seen. Your attention turned to the children.

"Did she go somewhere?" You asked them but they only nodded their head over and over again. Still crying loudly. Behind the playground was nothing but red, nothing to search for her except on the playground... Which was also completely empty.

"He took her... He took her..." You turned towards the children as suddenly the wind began to blow even harder. You had to turn your back onto the wind, covering your face as you tried to shelter the children behind your body, who were now holding on to your naked legs as if it was their life.

"Who took her?!" You yelled, trying to overpower the harsh wind. It felt as if a hurricane was coming closer. The children seem to squeeze your legs to pulp with their power, crying even harder now. It was now you did feel the cold wrapping itself around your body.

Or was it even the cold.

You felt something wrap itself around your body but you couldn't see what it was. The wind now was so strong that you had to close your eyes, cover your ears in order for your eardrums not to pop. The children repeatedly cried the same sentence:

"He took her... He took her." You couldn't even hear the children anymore, but it was as if they were crawling inside your head, warning you for something. Suddenly you were lifted off of your feet and dragged along the harsh wind towards the big field of red.

You screamed feeling you body being dragged in the air like a ragdoll. Floating across the air your lungs were completely ripped from their oxygen. You only saw red before your eyesight turned black, the wind completely disappearing. The silence once again taking over your mind until only a childish, soft, girlish whisper was heard:

"Jack."

You woke up, gasping for air and immediately sitting up straight. Your breathing was heavy and the sweat was rolling off of your forehead. Once you realized that you were still in your room you relaxed a little. It was a nightmare... Just a nightmare...

But it seemed so real.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of those nasty thoughts. It must've been because you had talked with your aunt about this... Even thought you never had dreams like that. Why would you dream like that? You never dreamed those weird things.

Your mouth was extremely dry and you slowly shifted uncomfortably. You were in a strange bed in a strange room in a strange house. Of course you could have nightmares... But to be about that... And what in the world does this 'Jack' have to do with this all?

For all you knew, you had no idea who he was. You didn't even know someone named Jack. You hadn't talked about him, so why? You shook your head, trying to get rid of all these questions. It was just a nightmare; it has to play tricks on your mind.

You gave a loud sigh as you slowly stepped out of the bed. You couldn't sleep after that and above all you needed a drink. You walked towards the door, being extremely careful not to make any noise in order not to disturb the sleep from your great-aunt.

You opened the door and looked around. Only pitch darkness was seen. It must be really late at night. You walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and then closing it before you searched for the light switch. You then felt the knob as you pushed it, making you cringe of the sudden change in illumination.

Once your eyes had adjusted to the light you walked over to the sink, grabbing an empty glass, filling it with water and then drank from it as if your life depended on it. You hadn't noticed how much thirst you actually had. The sweat on your body had turned cold and you were shivering a little. Once you had drank enough you put the cup down and stared at your reflection.

Even though it was just a nightmare, you couldn't get it out of your head. You had never experienced a nightmare like this which felt so real, which storyline actually made sense. Most of the time the nightmare changes, suddenly going from a killer running after you to a man getting eaten by a copy machine.

But this one kept being the same the whole time. The same playground the same children and the same pain and fear felt. Ugh, you should stop thinking about it!

You then splashed some water in your face and decided to go back to bed. It was pretty cold now and you cursed yourself for not bringing your winter pajama with you. How should you have known that it was winter all the way over here? It was summer when you last visited her.

You clipped off the light and then quietly tried to open the squeaky door, gazing into the dark abyss which was the hallway in order to see if anyone was there. Of course no one except for Aunt Margaret could be standing there, but you never knew for certain in an unknown house.

You then walked back to your room, trying to avoid certain small holes in the old, wooden floor. If your toe got stuck into one of those you would wake up the whole town with your screams and curses. When you were almost at your door you stopped immediately in your tracks.

It was as if your whole body froze because of a certain cause... Or because of a certain sound. You held your breath as your heart began to pump even harder and faster, the dried up sweat slowly started to form again on your body as you listened in silence.

Yes, you indeed heard something.

You heard a sound, but not just some sound. It was continuing, no pause or break heard. It was... A song. Or at least you thought it was. Did Aunt Margaret listen to music this late? You had no idea what time it was but you surely didn't think she would enjoy any kind of sound while she's asleep.

Or is she even asleep?

Instead of opening your door and entering your room, you turned and walked away. Maybe it was coming from downstairs? Maybe she forgot to turn off the radio or something? Or she just couldn't sleep. However when you were at the edge of the stairs the sound only fainted, making you aware that it wasn't coming from downstairs.

That and the fact that you were gazing into one black hole, nothing making you believe that your great aunt was downstairs and awake. You turned your head towards the dark abyss which was the hallway, the still faintly heard sound making it even scarier to walk through.

Should you clip on the light?

No, maybe you would wake Aunt Margaret. It was probably coming from her room then. You slowly walked over to the room next to yours, the cold creeping its way onto your naked legs. You really wished you had brought your winter pajama.

The sound indeed seems to increase but you couldn't really lay your finger on the melody, what kind of song it actually was. You came closer and closer to the room of the old woman, but the sound didn't increase as you had expected. It was still fairly faint.

Once you came to your aunt's room you stopped, holding your breath and listening carefully if in her room was the cause of the sound.

Nothing.

You pressed your ear against the wooden door, trying this way to figure out what in the world that sound could've been. After a while of silently listening, you let out a breath and concluded that it was not coming from her room.

You tried to swallow, but your extremely dry mouth made it impossible. If it wasn't coming from her room... Then where did the sound came from? You knew it couldn't have come from the bathroom, you were just in there.

As for the room next to that one... No, then you would've heard the sound being closer. Then the only option was...The loft. You turned your head towards the big, black gap at the end of the corridor. The music was still playing and it felt as if you could sense the notes coming from upstairs.

With a heavy heart you took one step towards the black hole, feeling the wooden boards creaking underneath your feet. Your breathing became erratic and your eyes shifted towards all around you in order to detect any out of the ordinary movement.

Once you were at the steps you indeed heard the music becoming louder, now almost being able to conclude what the melody was. You tried to listen carefully, but it was still unclear. Your hand wrapped itself around the wooden banister and you nearly pulled yourself up, eyes focused on the end of the staircase.

The music became louder and louder until you finally were able to figure out what melody it was. A chill had spread itself over your spine as you recognized the song played many times in your childhood. This melody was from no other song than...

Pop goes the weasel.

You let out a gasp as you continued your way onto the stairs. Why this melody? You were shaking and you could not deny the fact that you were afraid. There you had said it. You felt scared. What in the world was up there? If there would be someone then why in the world would he/she be that stupid to turn on the music?

When you finally came to the end of the stairs you tried to look around, be as quiet as possible. The music only continued playing, but it was different than you remembered it to be. You noticed that instead of the usual cheery and happy tune, it was darker, heavier. As if someone was playing it on an accordion but not using the high notes.

Your fingertips slowly touched the wall, trying to find the light switch and deal with the truth once and for all. Your eyes were wide open, scanning the area for as far as that was possible. When you felt the little button underneath your fingers your heart began to race even more. The sweat was now literally dripping off of your forehead, but your skin was as cold as ice.

Closing your eyes you had pushed the button, you could see the light filling the room from behind your eyelids. You were waiting, waiting for a gasp, scream, a cry or some sorts... But only silence was heard as you slowly opened your eyes and adjusted to the light.

To your surprise you saw a fairly neat loft, filled with indeed lots of stuff, but still quite tidy. Aside from the many boxes and old stuff lying in here, nothing out of the ordinary was found. No burglar or murderer standing there. Still you were careful with moving around, you never know for sure.

It didn't take you long to find out what was the cause of that, by now incredibly annoying, tune. In the middle of the room, as if had just been placed there, stood a very old, rusty gramophone. The plate was spinning and the small pin was placed onto it.

With a loud sigh of both relief and annoyance you walked over to the huge monstrosity, examining it and trying to find out how it works. This was the thing which had caused you nearly a heart attack? This was the thing which had actually made you come all the way up here, expecting it to be something horrible?

Out of pure frustration, you grabbed the small pin roughly and then set it back to where it belonged. The sound immediately stopped and silence once again filled the house. You actually found it really strange that a device like this turned on out of itself and above all that it had played such a nasty tune.

You stared at the thing for a while, wondering how it could have been that, out of nowhere, it started playing. A radio? Okay, that's possible. But this really needed someone to grab the pin, drag it up and place it down onto the giant disc. Not to mention pushing the button to make the plate spin.

You examined the thing further, hoping to find some broken screw or something like that. But it seemed that the old gramophone was in a tip top condition. A huff escaped your mouth as you placed your hands onto your hips. Just your luck really. Maybe this house was haunted?

For all you knew everything was possible.

It was now you felt the exhaustion taking over your body, making you aware that it was still in the middle of the night and that your body really couldn't handle all this stress. Glaring at the thing one more time you turned your back towards it, walking to the staircase and clipping off the light.

Again, you tried to be as quiet as possible as you walked over to your room. The fact that Aunt Margaret hadn't woken up from the sound amazed you, but she was indeed very old. Her hearing must be damaged or something. When you reached your room you listened one more time, as if expecting the gramophone to turn on again.

Nothing.

You entered your room and then walked straight towards your bed, digging yourself underneath the warm covers. You felt all the stress and anxiety flowing out of your body as you were getting sleepy. It didn't take long until you were sucked into a deep slumber, not noticing the old gramophone playing the familiar tune again.

"Thanks for helping me, dear. Heavy groceries really make this old woman cringe." You only smiled as you had closed the door of the car and buckled up your seatbelt. You were amazed that she could even drive in this snowy weather. You found it rather dangerous.

"No problem. It's not like I have something else to do right?" You heard your great aunt chuckle and she drove off. You gave a soft sigh as you stared out of the window. Your gut feeling was right; it was snowing a lot and the whole street... No, the whole town was covered in a white blanket.

You didn't mind the snow though; you liked it as long as you could stay inside the warm house with a cup of your favorite hot drink. Your thoughts were disturbed when your great aunt spoke:

"You seem a little off today. Is something wrong?" She asked, her gaze still focused on the snowy road but the frown on her face told you that she was genuinely interested in what was going on. You decided to just tell the truth, there was no point in lying anyway.

"Oh yeah... I didn't sleep so well. Had a nightmare and then your gramophone started to play out of nowhere. Wasn't really that bad but just a little scary." You said with a smile, trying to comfort her and actually telling that it wasn't her fault.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't even think it could be possible that the thing would play out of itself." You saw from her expression that she was really thinking about it. Not surprising. It was indeed really strange but it happened, if it doesn't occur again then you're fine.

"Don't worry about it. As long as I don't have to hear Pop goes the weasel ever again, I'll be fine." You joked around, trying to lighten up the mood. You really didn't want to keep complaining while your great aunt did her best to make it comfortable for you.

You indeed really hated that tune right now. It had been played so many times over and over again that it started to become incredibly annoying.

"But I don't remember having Pop goes the weasel..." Your mouth turned dry immediately as you stared at the woman in shock. You felt the blood retreating itself from your face. Calm down, (Y/N) she merely doesn't remember it, maybe she had one once but it got lost and she forgot?

Then how could it suddenly be on that gramophone?

"You sure that you hadn't dreamed it?" You great aunt asked you as you were still deepened in your own thoughts. No, that was impossible. You were almost a hundred percent sure that you couldn't have been dreaming it. You were wide awake.

"Yeah, that's possibly it." You answered with a crooked smile. You didn't want to make her worry even though you knew that it wasn't a dream. You tried to chance the subject quickly, giving her no time to think about it:

"Shall I take Dolly out for a walk? I think she likes the snow."

The small dog barked happily once his paws had made contact with the cold snow. He jumped around, pulling at his leash and dragging you along with him. For such a small dog he was rather strong. You ran after him, trying to keep up with the white animal.

You had forgotten all about last night, only feeling the cold snow falling unto your hair. You smiled as you walked with the dog, staring at the grey sky. Even though strange things had happened in this town, you felt quite happy now. It seemed so peaceful.

No wonder young families wanted to live here. The place was actually really pretty and children would love to play outside. Also you wouldn't have to worry about the danger of fast driving cars because there were very few cars and because of the small road, you had to drive slowly.

It's just sad to think that one person had to take this all away, that he/she had to ruin the lives of tons of people just because he or she couldn't keep him or herself in control. Because he/she had to give in to the darker side of humans. It was sickening to think about it.

Now the small town seemed empty, being sucked of its life and happiness. You noticed that there was no one outside today, but you shook it off. It was snowing quite hard; no person would go out for chopping wood or other work.

You looked up onto the sky and realized that it was getting dark already. No wonder no person was seen outside. You gave a soft sigh as you pulled at the leash to guide Dolly the other way. You actually didn't want to go back to that haunted house but hey, what could be done about that? Maybe Dolly was allowed to sleep in your room this night.

Suddenly you felt a harsh pull at the leash and because of your weakened grip on it, the leash shot out of your hand. She saw Dolly running away at high speed, as if he was startled by something. You panicked, yelling his name before sprinting after the dog.

His color didn't help with spotting the small animal. Damnit, Aunt Margaret surely would not like it when Dolly was gone! You could see flashes of the dog, jumping around but still running quickly. You yelled his name several times but he didn't respond, as if he was so fixed on something.

You followed him for a few minutes until your breath became heavy and your footsteps slower. You really had to work on your condition, but you guessed that the thick pack of snow was also to blame for the lack of energy. You yelled the dog's name once again, trying to gather some energy from somewhere.

You took one last sprint, looking around to find any trace of the animal until you finally saw the dog barking up against a tree. You gave aloud and annoyed sigh as you walked over to the dog, completely out of breath and leaning unto your upper legs.

You grabbed the leash, angrily yelling at the dog for running away but he yet again seemed not to notice you. You walked in front of the dog but his eyes were fixed on something else. You turned, wondering what in the world had caught the attention of the animal until you knew.

Right in front of you was the old, broken down playground. It was completely covered in white snow, and the rusty swings and slide told you that it indeed hadn't been used since years. However the swings were slowly moving, creaking each time.

But all that wasn't what had caught your attention. You heard soft whispering and sniffing. As if someone was crying. When you looked closer you saw someone sitting behind a tree, a small person. Wait a minute... A child? You thought that your great aunt told you that no children were left.

You immediately walked over to the girl, dragging Dolly along who was squeaking loudly and struggling against the leash. You weren't planning on losing him again. Once you had come closer you saw that the girl wasn't wearing any winter clothes.

"Are you okay? Where's your mother?" You asked but as soon as you took a few steps towards the girl you stopped. Your eyes widened immediately as realization had struck upon you. Her clothes were stained with red liquid, her hair was tangled with mud and then she looked up, staring straight into your eyes.

Her face was covered with blood as her jaw seemed to be only connected to her jugular with torn up muscles. One of her eyes was missing but the scariest part of this all was that you recognized the girl. The hair, the face, the clothing...

It was the girl from the picture your great aunt had showed you.

Without hesitation or even thinking about it, you turned around, ready to get the hell out of this cursed place. Dolly didn't seem to mind because he was running way ahead for you, dragging you with him to go even faster. But when you were almost at the end of the playground another child jumped in front of you from behind a tree.

You now gave a loud scream as you saw how deformed this one was. His bowels were dragging along behind him and part of his face seemed to be torn off. You quickly searched around for a way to escape, but it seemed impossible. The playground was surrounded by undead children, all moaning things while the blood kept dripping down their deformed bodies.

You didn't know where to look, or if this all was even real. You backed away, everywhere you looked you saw those children, that gore and mess. When you fell backwards into the snow you couldn't help but to grab your stomach, trying to calm it down in a futile attempt.

This wasn't happening! This wasn't true! This couldn't be true! Who are these children? Is this some kind of sick joke? They sure do look fucking real to you!

One glance at an undead boy who's brain had a bite out of it made your stomach turn and before you knew it you were vomiting on the ground, still hearing the pleads and moans from the children. Dolly was barking viscously at them, but they didn't seem faced at all.

They only closed in on you, their lifeless eyes boring their way into your soul. You grabbed your head, covering your ears and shaking it roughly .This wasn't real, this is a nightmare. It couldn't be real! Suddenly a loud 'bang' was heard and you turned to look at the cause.

There was a big cloud of smoke and an incredibly chilling, dark and insane laughter. You were staring at the smoke, which was dissolving in a quick matter of time. It was then your mouth opened out of amazement and horror as you stared straight at the weirdest man you had ever seen.

Right in front of the swings stood a clown. But not a normal clown. His attire consisted of only black and white clothing. His arms were extremely long, ending in black, sharp claws which were touching the ground. His wicked smile showed his sharp teeth and as a finishing touch, his nose was a spiral of black and white.

"Thank you, thank you." He seemed to say to no one before giving you a long and polite bow. From under his curtain of black hair, he was staring at you. You only gasped loudly, keeping your attention onto the monochrome clown who appeared out of nowhere.

"I actually had no idea that a playmate of your caliber would be lurking around in this ol' town." He spoke, the children's eyes all fixed onto the clown. You on the other hand only felt scared, backing away a little and hoping not to crawl into your own vomit.

"Allow me to introduce myself, fair lady. My name is Laughing Jack, but you are allowed to call me L.J." He bowed again, but this time it was shorter. A nasty smirk crept onto his face and before you could react something clicked into your head.

"Who took her?!" You yelled, trying to overpower the harsh wind.

"He took her... He took her." You couldn't even hear the children anymore, but it was as if they were crawling inside your head, warning you for something.

"Jack."

You didn't need to think of it twice. This man was the predator. This guy had taken all of the children away. You began to feel sick at the thought and without any hesitation you jumped up and sprinted away. He had deformed these children, he had killed them.

What was this nonsense?!

"Where are you going? The fun's hardly begun!" Before you could even make it past the undead children, you felt something wrap itself around your throat. With a huge, inhuman strength you felt yourself being lifted off of your feet and slammed against a tree. Your hands went up to your throat immediately as you tried to suck in some needed oxygen.

In merely a flash, Laughing Jack stood in front of you, his claws digging deep into your skin as he only let out a chilling laughter. He pushed you harder against the tree, his face coming closer and you could almost feel his insanity filling your own veins.

From the corner of your eye you saw Dolly running towards Laughing Jack, barking next to the brute with all the strength the little dog had. Laughing Jack merely glanced at the dog before he gave a chuckle and then a harsh kick against the poor beast.

The dog screamed in pain as it fell on the ground. It whined and stood back up again but this time running straight through the hordes of children, who didn't even seem to notice the beast and then he ran far away. So much for protecting you.

"Normally, I'd like a good chase but today... I'm more in the mood for another game." The way he spoke of this game had given you chills and you struggled in his grip, which was of course futile. You gasped for air but the only thing coming from your mouth were high pitched squeaks.

"You see most of my little minions are too... Fragile for the game I'd like to play. I'd snap them in two! And then ol' Jack has to find some new minions to play with, which is such a drag." He completely ignored your struggling and gasping for air as he continued on with is story.

"It's quite hard to find a playmate who's good and beautiful enough, but I bet you could do the trick." You began to feel lightheaded and the constant pressure on your head seemed to increase. It felt as if your eyes would pop out any minute and you knew your skin was turning purple.

"Don't look so blue! It's going to be a jolly good fun!" His other claw had pinched your cheek while from between his sharp and pointy teeth, a snake like tongue showed itself. You felt disgusted as a slimy trail was left on the skin of your shoulder to your neck.

It was ten you felt his grip weakening before you fell on the ground harshly. Your hands immediately went towards your neck and mouth as you couched loudly, greedily sucking in portions of air. It felt as if your lungs were burning out of your body.

"You'll need lesser clothes though. And we wouldn't want you to run away now, would we? You don't need your legs anyway, why not break them?" You gasped out of shock and fear as you looked up to the clown. He was really considering breaking your legs.

This man was a true psychopath!

Before you could even react though, he had dragged you up by your hair before he again grabbed your neck. With his claws he pressed onto your cheeks until he forcefully opened your mouth. You felt something slipping past your teeth and eventually gliding into your esophagus.

When he had let go you tried to gag, hoping that whatever he had slipped into your mouth could be coming out but your tries were a waste of effort. You felt your body getting heavy as your limbs began to feel weak. Then you felt his claws wrapping itself around your waist before you were roughly thrown over his shoulder.

"There's no time to waste, now!" He chirped happily as you saw the smoke surrounding your and his body completely. You tried your best to find the power to cover your mouth, but you couldn't even feel your hands anymore.

You saw nothing but smoke, as if it was never ending. You felt yourself being thrown on the ice cold, concrete floor but moving was impossible. Again nothing but dull grey emptiness is what you saw. You felt someone wriggling with the button of your pants but you couldn't do anything to stop it.

The saliva was slowly dripping from your mouth as your eyelids started to close. The only sound you heard was that same, chilling laughter and his voice:

"This'll be fun."

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A heavy breathing was heard, followed by panicked barking. From behind a few bushes, an old woman came running towards the site. Her walking stick the only support her body could get, but the determination and fire in her eyes told that she had ran fast.

When she came to the open spot of the playground she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes scanned the area viciously as the dog next to her began to cry a chilling howl. The woman wiped a few drips of sweat from off of her forehead, casting her eyes onto one of the trees, which had a dent.

The wrinkles in her forehead deepened as her eyes widened. Near the tree, in the white snow, was one big black burn mark. She didn't need to think twice of what could have happened as she felt sickness forming its way into her body. She slowly descended onto her knees, not caring that her skirt became wet.

"Oh god, please no."
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