It was a normal day like any other. I was doing the dishes when John (my foster-father) came stomping down the stairs and harshly pulled at my blonde hair. "What did I say 'bout leaving your room a mess?" He growled.
"To never have it that way, " I reply bored of the same scoldings of my foster father.
John threw me to the ground and beat me. He finally stopped when I was all bloody, black and blue. Then he stomped upstairs and into his room,slamming the door. When I was sure he left, I immediately went into the kitchen and opened the first aid kit from under the sink, and notched up some cuts and scratches before I decided to do anything else. I took a moment on the couch and watched some television as I iced my bruises and sores with a pack of frozen peas and carrots. After I felt better, I wentup to my room and put on a hoodie, as I grabbed my special scissors and my Doctor's mask beforerunning downstairs. I ran out of the house and into the woods (my house is in the middle of the woods near an old abandoned mansion), and I finally made it to a street with a nice looking, sky blue house (the reason I was going to this house was because I was going to kill the people inside. See, I am a real life creepypasta and at the time I didn't know all the other creepypastas existed).
I climbed into an open window and fit on my Doctor's mask, then I climbed over the girl who slept on a rather nice bed, and I purposely woke her up. Once I knew she couldn't move, I maliciously ripped out her eyes, as the beautiful sound of screams filled the room. I laughed evilly and ripped open her chest as her screams and bellowing of pain grew louder with every incision. I managed to reach into her chest and grab hold of her heart as I leaned closer to her bloodied face, "The Doctor's surgery is finished," I whispered into her ear and laughed evilly again.
In one quick motion, I ripped out her heart. The girl stopped screaming almost instantly, as her body layed dead in a pool of a red velvet color. I got up and threw the heart on to the ground. Before anyone could come and discover the corpse, I wiped any evidence I had been there, then put my scissors into my hoodie pocket. I climbed back out through the window and gracefully leaped down on my feet. Then once I knew the coast was clear, I flattened my black cat ears (I'm a neko) and ran toward the forest. Once I was in the safety of the woods I slowed my pace to a walk. The forest became almost silent to the night approaching to end the day, and I was half wayhome when I heard rustling from behind me. My cat ears purk up. I heard more rustling in the bushes and I stopped.
"Come out," I hissed, "I can hear you."
More rustling occurs for a moment, as a familiar looking boy stepped out of the shrubbery. He must have been a cosplayer because he looked exactly like Jeff the Killer. I laughed "Stupid cosplayer," I say.
Jeff glared at me. "I'm not a cosplayer," he said.
I smirked at the boy, "Fine. Then prove it - where are the rest of the creepypastas?" I asked.
"At Slender mansion," the boy replied not holding any hesitation.
I laughed, "Sure, whatever. Go home cosplayer before I kill you," I warned the boy in a harsher tone