Hmm... I'm a strange girl...
Once upon a time in a land far far away... No... You know what? Screw this beginning. Here's something good.
The time is now. The land is right under your nose. And happily ever after? It doesn't exist. In this age of misery, there exists a girl named Sarah. Sarah is addicted to myspace. She is also very superstitious. So naturally, when she sees bulletins telling her that if she doesn't forward something, a skinless little girl who was murdered 20 years ago will appear by her bed and murder her, she doesn't waste any time. She's gotten so she forwards every chain she sees. She doesn't even read them anymore. This was her downfall. One night she was surfing myspace and received a message from someone named "I Eat Babies." She was freaked out, but she was curious, so she opened it. It looked like this:
This is a story of tragedy and terror. One night, many years ago, A girl named Julia was studying at her boyfriend's house. She realized it was getting late, so she told him she had to leave. She could have gotten a ride home, but it was such a nice spring night, she decided to walk. After promising her boyfriend she'd be careful, and that she'd call him as soon as she got home, she left. Her boyfriend lived in an old part of town, right by the old cemetery. She'd heard stories of people disappearing by the cemetery, but she didn't believe them. She was far too level headed for that. Anyway, she had to walk right by the cemetery. As she passed, she saw a woman dressed completely in white bent over a grave, crying. The moonlight gave her dress an eerie glow. Julia went into the cemetery and bent down next to the woman. She put a hand on her shoulder and said "Miss, are you alright?" The woman turned and Julia screamed. The woman wasn't a woman at all! She was a horribly ugly man with a very pimply face. The man leered at Julia and said, "What, haven't you ever seen a cross dresser before?" Julia gaped at the man in disbelief and ran the rest of the way home. Now. If you forward this, a man will appear by your bedside tonight and you will die.
Sarah never read past the word terror. She was terrified herself. This message from a strange person named "I Eat Babies" must be a death chain. She had to save herself. She hit forward and sent it to everyone she knew. She never realized how big a mistake that would be. She stayed online for a few more hours, then one of her friends instant messaged her.
KarenBear86: Hey girl... Uhm... I don't want to scare you... but...
Lckysarah04: What? Karen, you know how I am!
KarenBear86: Did you read that message you just forwarded to me?
Lckysarah04: No, I got too scared to read it all. Why?
KarenBear86: Here... Let me copy and paste the ending...
Lckysarah04: Okay...
KarenBear86: Now. If you forward this, a man will appear by your bedside tonight and you will die.
Lckysarah04: No... You're kidding! It doesn't say that!
KarenBear86: Yes it does, sweetie. Go look for yourself.
She checked, and sure enough, that's what it said.
Lckysarah04: Karen. I don't feel so good. I'm going to go lie down.
KarenBear86: Alright girl, be safe!
Lckysarah04 signed off at 12:01:57 AM.
Sarah was panicking. She really believed that someone was going to come kill her. She took some Tylenol and laid down. "Maybe I'm freaking out over nothing." she said to herself. She finally calmed herself down and drifted off into a troubled sleep. She woke up suddenly. She thought she heard a low, dull thud somewhere in the apartment. She sat up in bed and reached over to turn on a light. She glanced around the room to make sure no one was there. She heard a noise at the door and turned her head. She saw the knob slowly turning. She had been so scared when she went to bed that she forgot to lock her door. She quickly turned off the light and laid back down, throwing the covers over her head. She heard the door swing open and then heard slow, heavy footsteps come towards her bed. Her heart pounded. She was sure whoever was in the room could hear it. She felt a hand on the top of the covers and saw them slowly begin to peel back. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could, hoping that maybe if she couldn't see whoever was next to her bed, he or she couldn't see her. Unfortunately for her, this wasn't true. She could feel a face inches from hers, she could smell rotten breath violating her nose, and she heard a voice, so evil, so purely evil, it hasn't even been written about. "Open your eyes, Sarah. You're going to die either way tonight, but if you don't open your eyes and look at me, there will be torture leading up to your death so incredibly painful, you will be begging me to end your life. You'll also ruin my work. And you don't want that, do you?" Sarah began to whimper like an abused puppy. She was frozen and didn't know what to do. The voice spoke again "I'm not going to ask you again, Sarah. Open your eyes." She finally managed to open them and she stared up at her future murderer. She retched at what she saw. This man, if you could indeed call him that, was not a man at all. He looked like some sick hybrid of a zombie and a vampire. His head was misshapen and he had sharp, menacing teeth. His face was mangled and his skin appeared to sag sickeningly off of his skull. His body was abnormally skinny, almost all bone. And his skin. His skin was a wretched grayish yellow color. He stared down at her and grinned an evil grin. "That's better, my pet. Now, I want you to get up and follow me. We're going to play a little." He reached out and held his hand out for her. She was afraid to upset him, so she took it. His hand felt like a bunch of sticks with slimy fungus growing on them. She gagged a little, but stood up. She thought about trying to escape, but he was already ahead of her. Almost before she could blink, he had put a locking collar around her neck attached a leash to it. "Can't have you running away, now, can I?" He dragged her outside and put her into the back of a car. She was sobbing silently, not sure what was going to happen. They drove for what seemed like hours. Finally, they stopped. He opened the door and dragged her out of the car into a large, creepy house. He led her down a flight of stairs into the basement. She looked around and saw an endless array of torture devices. He pulled her to the middle of the room where there was a chair with straps attached to it for the hands and feet, and one big one in the middle to go over the stomach. He strapped her in and left her there for almost an hour. When he came back, he had several knives of varying sizes. He took the smallest one and grabbed her arm. He started running the knife across her skin muttering "Such beautiful skin. Such a perfect blank canvas." She stared at him, bewildered. He must have noticed, because he smiled, then ran the knife across her forearm. She screamed loudly and shut her eyes again. She heard him say "Oh, we can't have any of that screaming, pet, it's distracting to my work!" He left her again and came back holding a small rag and a roll of duct tape. He stuffed the rag into her mouth and wound some duct tape around her head. "There, that's better." He said, standing back to admire his handiwork. "Now, back to business!" He looked her up and down, then went back to paying attention to her forearm. He had only really given her a small scratch. He looked at her face and said "You're the perfect inspiration. Such beautiful skin, and such a wonderful girl. Your poem will look wonderful carved into your skin." Sarah's eyes widened. Who was this man? How does he know about her? He must have seen the questions in her eyes, because he started explaining. "I've been watching you for months now, Sarah. I've been paying attention to what you do online, I've been watching you go out, everything. I know all about you. Your heartache, your joy, everything. Most importantly, I know about your superstition. I've never written about superstition before. Not before I found you. Do you want to hear your poem? It's really quite lovely." Sarah didn't know what to do. She just started crying. He said "Oh, you're so flattered that I wrote a poem for you that you're crying! Oh, pet, thank you! It's nice to know my work is appreciated! I'll read it to you.
In days of old and days of new,
one thing stays true,
superstitions small and grand,
are always spread throughout the land.
Black cats, spiders, and witches who fly,
letters ignored that cause you to die.
One girl named Sarah believed in it all,
she never even realized this would be her downfall.
She received a letter one night she should have read,
if she had read it, she wouldn't be dead.
So superstitious was this young girl,
she sent a letter that became the end of her world.
He came to her bedroom and caressed her face,
she couldn't believe he had come to her place.
He dragged her from home, she didn't know why,
when they got to his, he told her "To die!"
He took his blades and began his work,
he had her strapped down so she couldn't jerk.
These words now are carved into her beautiful skin,
sealing her fate, bringing her to the opposite of begin.
Do you like it? I hope you do! Well, here I go!"
The last thing Sarah heard was the hysterical repeating of his poetic lunacy.
The last thing she felt shall not be described, because it is far, far too messy.