Author's Note: Hello, People! This story is about my CreepyPasta OC, Ravisha or Ravi (Pronounce Ravi like in Ravioli :E )! This isn't the true story really what happened to Jeff the Killer and Freddy Krueger, of course, which you can read all about Jeff's real story on 's channel on Youtube. This story of mine is from Ravi's point-of-view. I might make some parts normal and maybe some parts Jeff or Jane's P.O.V… ENJOY!

~THERE ARE MANY CREEPYPASTAS AND THEY ALL HAVE SAD STORIES. YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ THE STORY OF ELIGHA "RAVISHA" ROSE MORGAN…~

"Eligha, you have to stop doing this!" My mother yelled. I'm so used to this, now. Some times I just ignore what they say and go to my room. I just sat there in the recliner, texting. "Do you not even care if you NEVER get a job? "

"And what if you get married, huh?" My dad asked. I hate him so much. "Where you gonna go? You're not gonna live here, that's for sure. And sure enough, you'll be pregnant soon. I'm surprised you're not pregnant already, you hoe!"

A tear was brought to my eye, but I fought it. My mom just sat there voiceless. She didn't care. She probably agreed with my dad.

I tried to look like I was scared, but on the inside, I was petrified. I knew what was coming. As predicted, he lifted me up by the throat.

"Listen here, you little prostitute, you're not gonna make this family look stupid!" His voice was so cold and shaky. But not as much as I was shaking from his grip. "You WILL improve your grades, and you WILL go to college. And you WILL get married to someone like Todd after college, and have intelligent kids and hopefully, they won't be as stupid as you are!"

Then he dropped me and I landed on the floor, gasping for air. He walked out of the room casually, like nothing had just happened. He dropped me beside the stair case. I crawled upstairs, through the hall, until I got to the last door on the left. I crawled through the door and onto my bed. I was sitting on my bed staring into my mirror.

'Oh, Gosh, my face is red' I thought. 'My hair might start turning grey if I get any more stressed.'

Some people say I need to cut my knee length hair. Some people say it's gorgeous. Some people like it better brown. Some like it better how it is now, blonde. Some people like my brown contacts. Some like my natural green eyes. Some like my alternative rock 'n' roll look. Some say it's 'emo'. You can't listen to other people. I learned that a long time ago... Ever since my dad starting abusing me and telling me what to do. I don't have a lot of friends. People think I'm emo or something because the way I dress.

"No!" I said to nobody standing up looking at my reflection. "I'm doing what I want. I'm gonna quit school, I'm gonna get a neighborhood job, and I'm gonna date who I want!"

Silence filled the room. 'I'm not gonna date Todd. He's such a loser.'

Todd is this straight A nerdy selfish douche bag that my parents want me to date. Ugh. I would rather be a lesbian. I mean there's nothing wrong with lesbians, I just really would rather be with a girl than him. I want a guy, or maybe a girl who will laugh with me, support what I do, let me be myself, and stick with me no matter what. If that kind of person even exists.

I reached for a newspaper under the bed. Yes, I'm seventeen and I read the news , call me a geek. :P I started flipping the pages to find the job ads.

'Hmm… Housekeeper? No too lonely. Gardener? No, Too dirty and I'm allergic to Roses. Ironic, because my middle name is Rose. Maid? No, I would be called a 'Hoe' again. I do like the outifits, though', I smiled. I kept looking and none of them were really yelling my name. But then, I looked in the third column and I saw something great.

"Babysitter?" I said out loud. 'I do like kids.'

I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?" They answered. The person sounded like a young teenage boy. A very bored teenage boy. Why would they need a babysitter? Oh well. I gotta get money some how.

"Hi, there. Is this the residence of Peter and Margeret?

"No, this is Patrick."

I knew what this kid was doing.

"Haha, Hi, Patrick. Are Margeret and Peter your parents?"

"Who wants to know?" He asked suspiciously.

"Hopefully , your new babysitter. If you are their child."

"I am. My name's Jeff. What's your name?"

"Who wants to know?" I said jokingly.

"You're good" He said laughing. "I'll go get my parents."

"Okay, thanks."

"MOM, DAD! PHONE!" He yelled. "Lou, take this to mom and dad."

'Lazy kid', I thought.

"Hello?" A very sweet soft voice answered.

"Hi, I called about the babysitting job."

"Oh, okay. Do you know where we live?"

"Yes, I have the address in this newspaper."

"Okay, what's your name?"

"It's kinda complicated, really. My real name is Eligha Rose Morgan, but you can call me Ravi.

"Okay. How old, are you, Ravi?"

"I am seventeen" There was a silence. "But I'm great with kids!"

"Oh, have you babysat before?"

This was where I had a good angel and a bad angel moment on my shoulders. One saying 'Tell the truth!' and the other saying 'Lie!'

"Yes, I have."

"Okay, can you come over tomorrow for an interview?"

"Sure."

"Does two in the evening sound good?"

"Sounds good."

"See you tomorrow!"

"Okay. See ya then. Thanks, Bye"

"Bye!"

Gosh, she was perky. 'How old was that boy? Sounds funny.. and cute. SNAP OUT OF IT, RAVI!' I shook my head. ' I better pick me a good outfit out for tomorrow.'

I flopped down on my bed. 'Wow. A job! :D'