Creepypasta - Undead Lucy, a 17776 fanfic

Lucy's days begin before sunrise, helping her parents with the morning chores. She feeds the chickens, collects eggs from the coop, and brings in firewood for the day's cooking.

Her parents, John and Emily, teach her the intricacies of sustainable farming, from crop rotation to natural pest control. Lucy learns how to drive the old tractor, fix broken fences, and tend to the animals with kindness and respect.

As the season changes, Lucy helps with planting, weeding, and harvesting. She develops a deep connection with the land, understanding the rhythms of nature and the importance of hard work. Her parents' guidance and support foster a sense of pride and responsibility in Lucy, who feels a deep love for the farm and its creatures.

The farm is a peaceful haven, where Lucy finds joy in the simple things – watching a new calf take its first steps, seeing the first blooms of spring, or enjoying a warm meal together as a family after a long day's work.

But as the days grow longer and the shadows grow darker, a sense of unease settles over the farm.

The animals grow restless, the wind picks up, and the trees seem to twist and writhe in the flickering sunlight. And Lucy can't shake the feeling that something is coming, something that will change everything. But after that day, nothing would ever be the same.

Lucy sat cross-legged on the living room floor, her eyes glued to the colorful characters dancing across the TV screen. It was Sunday morning, and her favorite cartoons were on.

She giggled at the silly antics of her beloved characters, completely absorbed in the world of animation.

Just as the show was getting to the good part, Lucy heard the front door open. She turned to see her dad walk in, his face etched with a worried expression. She immediately sensed that something was off. Her dad usually greeted her with a big smile and a hug, but today he seemed preoccupied.

"Hey, honey," he said distractedly, kissing his wife on the cheek. "I've got a problem.

I could've sworn I closed the barn gate this morning, but when I just drove up, I saw that it was open. Some of the animals are loose."

Her mom's expression turned concerned. "That's strange. Did you check the gate? Maybe it just came undone."

Lucy's dad shook his head. "I know I closed it. And some of those animals can be pretty troublesome. I'm worried they might get into trouble."

his wife nodded. "Let me help you round them up."

As they prepared to head out, they noticed Lucy watching them with wide eyes. Her dad got down on one knee, his face level with hers. "Hey sweetie, we need to go take care of something. Can you stay inside and watch your cartoons while we're gone?"

Lucy nodded, feeling a bit uncertain but also trusting her parents to handle whatever was wrong.

With a reassuring smile, her parents headed out the door, leaving Lucy to wonder what was going on with the animals in the barn.

An hour passed, and Lucy continued to watch her cartoons, occasionally glancing at the clock, waiting for her parents to return. She wasn't worried about being alone; this was a familiar routine.

Her parents often left her alone for short periods, and she knew they'd be back soon. Besides, they lived in a secluded rural area, surrounded by rolling hills and vast fields, with only two other houses in sight - one a mile down the road, and the other even farther away.

Crime was virtually unheard of here, and everyone knew each other. The unlocked door didn't concern her; it was normal in their household, where the only visitors were usually friendly neighbors or the occasional lost traveler seeking directions.

As the cartoons ended, Lucy heard the front door creak open. Excited to see her parents, she jumped up from the couch and ran towards the entrance, expecting to see their smiling faces.

But as she reached the door, a sudden, loud noise pierced the air, and Lucy felt a searing pain in her head.

Everything went black.

And then, nothing.

As a few moments ticked by, her eyelids trembled open, revealing a blurry world. She was being dragged, her legs scraping against the ground. Panic set in as she tried to struggle, but her body felt heavy and unresponsive. Her attacker, thinking he had already silenced her forever, was taken aback by her sudden movement.

"No, no, no...this can't be happening," he muttered to himself, his grip on her throat tightening in a mix of rage and fear. "I thought I'd finished her off...I didn't want it to come to this."

Enraged and worried, he tried to choke the life out of her once more. But she refused to go quietly.

"Please...don't kill me," she begged, her voice hoarse from the pressure on her throat. "I'll do anything...just don't make it hurt anymore. I want to live...I want to see my family again."

The killer's eyes darted around nervously, his mind racing with the consequences of his actions. "Shut up! You're supposed to be dead...you're supposed to stay dead!" He squeezed her throat even tighter, his hands shaking with anxiety.

Her vision began to blur, and she couldn't make out her killer's face. As the darkness closed in, she realized her world was going dark.

A year gone by after the fateful night that claimed the lives of the family, a tragedy that remained shrouded in secrecy, hidden from prying eyes.

The Family's Friend, who had always been close to them, felt an unsettling urge to visit. As they drove down the winding country road, they tapped their hands on the dashboard to the beat of the music playing on the radio.

"I'm so excited to see you guys again!" they sang along, a wide smile spreading across their face.

"We're going to have the best time, just like old times!"

They turned up the driveway, still humming the tune, but their smile began to falter as they took in the sight of the farmhouse.

The lawn was overgrown, the mailbox was full of mail, and the front door... the front door was open.

As they stepped inside the farm house, they were met with a scene of utter disarray. The telltale signs of a robbery were everywhere: furniture upended, drawers pulled out, and valuables vanished.

Their friend's concern turned to alarm as they frantically searched the house from room to room, but there was no sign of the family.

With growing unease, they turned their search outdoors, scanning the surrounding area for any hint of what might have happened.

With growing unease, they turned their search outdoors, scanning the surrounding area for any hint of what might have happened. And then, they saw something.

Just a few feet away from the house was The Family's bodies which lay lifeless, their once-familiar forms now reduced to gruesome, decaying husks. Bone and rotten flesh were exposed, a morbid testament to the passage of time. Skin had begun to slough off, revealing the stark white of skeletal remains. The friend's heart sank as they took in the sight, their mind struggling to comprehend the horror before them.

Freaking out, they ran to a nearby phone booth to call for help. Their hands shook uncontrollably as they dialed the numbers, their mind racing with the gruesome discovery they had just made.

"'911, what's your emergency?' a voice answered.

"They struggled to speak, their voice trembling.

'P-please...my friends...they're...they're dead.'

"The operator's voice remained calm. 'Stay calm, help is on the way. Can you give me your location?'

"They managed to stammer out the address, their eyes fixed on the phone booth's metal wall as if willing themselves to hold it together.

"The police arrived quickly, their sirens blaring in the night air. The friend's heart raced as they watched the officers rush towards them.

"'It can't be happening,' they whispered to themselves, their voice trembling.

"A gentle hand on their shoulder broke the silence. 'I'm so sorry,' a police officer said softly. 'We'll do everything we can to find out what happened.'

"The friend's eyes welled up with tears as they nodded, still trying to grasp the truth.

The phone booth's light seemed to flicker, a poignant reminder of the desperate call that had brought them to this moment.

"'What do I do now?' they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

"'We'll take care of everything,' the officer replied. 'You just take care of yourself.'"

The officer's words echoed in their mind as they watched the police cars drive away, their lights fading into the distance.

And the ambulance soon followed, its crew handling the bodies with gentle reverence as they loaded them into the back.

The friend's gaze remained transfixed on the poignant scene, their heart weighed down by unbearable grief. They stood there, frozen in sorrow, as the harsh reality of the situation slowly sank in.

The ambulances' doors closed with a soft thud, and with a final, lingering glance, they drove away, leaving the friend alone to confront the devastating silence.

On a dark and deserted road, a lone driver cruised through the night, oblivious to the local legends and warnings. As he rounded a curve, his headlights illuminated a girl standing beneath a streetlight, her head tilted at an unnatural, crooked angle, like a puppet with a broken string.

Her gaze was fixed on something unseen, her eyes black as coal. She wore a faded blue nightgown that seemed to glow in the dim light.

The driver's curiosity was piqued, but when he glanced back, she had vanished. Shrugging it off as a trick of the mind, he continued driving, only to have his heart racing as the girl suddenly materialized in front of his car, her face twisted into a sinister grin.

The driver's world went dark as he crashed, his last memory the haunting smile etched in his mind.