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My name has always been the most boring name in the world to me, my name is Rick Glasm. I live alone in a small apartment in the borough of Brookly, New York, although I should more call it a caged apartment, because an apartment can't exactly be called that by how small it is and I still have to work two jobs to make a living here at all. During the week I work at a popular coffee shop "Thiloa", and on the weekend I'm a security guard at one of the local gyms. Not everything is perfect, but I've never felt the need to complain about my life. I don't have too many friends, in fact I have only work acquaintances, but it doesn't bother me that much. They often change to new ones anyway. I don't have difficulty making new friends, so it's almost like I'm making new friends all the time. Admittedly, I'm alone in New York City itself due to the fact that my parents are in Atlanta, but I'm already closer to my 30s than my teenage years, and phones are enough to keep in touch.

My day always looks the same, waking up at five o'clock, showering, morning routine, making my own coffee for breakfast, looking for my lost badge for work, wearing the only clothes that are still wearable, leaving at 5:30, walking to the coffee shop to open it. The whole way takes eight minutes, the shift starts at 6, and it's practically full of people right away, so I don't even have time for my own thoughts. I finish around 3pm, although sometimes I stay longer if there is really a lot of chaos, because it would end badly for the person on shift. I have a weekly paycheck, if it's a Monday, I go get the money and then get the groceries for the rest of the week and come home. Most of the money goes to rent and bills, so I can't afford too many activities. I usually go to bed after 7 p.m. As for the weekend it's all the same except that I get up later and spend the whole day at home, and only around 9 p.m. do I leave the house, the gym is 6 minutes away from my apartment. When I go in for a shift it's usually someone else working out at it, because it's open 24 hours. I hole up in my little office waiting for it to break 6 a.m. and so on and so forth every week.

Most of the time I thought the routine was wearing me down, and maybe it was, but only up to a certain point. I still remember the exact day when everything started to go wrong and my mind changed.

The day I noticed him for the first time.

Sunday, May 21, 2017. I had my shift at the gym and came in early as usual. Even as I was climbing the stairs, I could hear that there were still a few people in the room. Behind the counter of the small reception desk stood a young woman packing her things so she could leave. We always eluded each other through our shifts.

- Good night Effy.- I threw to her tapping my fingers on the counter to announce her presence. Her head immediately lifted from the bag in which she was looking for something and a small smile appeared on her lips.

- Good night Rick, have fun- she replied amused by her own words, because every night here was torture by boredom.

- Be careful when you go out- I threw as I walked toward my small cubicle in which there wasn't even much room to move around. There was a desk, monitors on which camera images were displayed, and two cabinets standing against the wall with all sorts of things. Originally they were supposed to be for documents, but there wasn't even anything to write down, except for the number of squats done by the elderly man who came here every day. Willingly or unwillingly (more the second option), I put my backpack on the ground and sat down on a slightly decaying swivel chair and turned to look at the monitors.

Looking at them was so monotonous that I felt like I was watching the same movie day in and day out with no end in sight. Everyone at the gym had a routine and stuck to it, so there wasn't even anything to hang my eyes on. At least that's what I thought, until I noticed a boy sitting at one of the machines. He didn't look like he was going to exercise, but more like he was just sitting. He was wearing a black T-shirt, short gray shorts and longer blond hair that made me wonder if he was interfering with his exercise before I remembered that he was just sitting.

He sat like that for a full fifteen minutes until he got up and walked toward the men's locker room. After he left, I didn't think much of it, it wasn't anything interesting.

That's what I thought.

The whole evening was quiet a few people went in and out during the night, and around five o'clock more people began to gather, at which point I could barely keep my eyes open and my bag fell out of my hands twice before I finally managed to pick it up and throw it over my shoulder.

I didn't have the energy to look at the front desk, but I knew Effy was getting ready for her own shift, now running around and cleaning the halls, so I didn't bother her and quickly left the gym. The sun was already in the sky and was extremely annoyingly blinding me, so I couldn't do anything but squint. I had a few hours left until my shift at the cafe because I started a little later on Mondays by the fact that I was finishing my second job late, and I didn't feel like doing anything other than sleeping.

That's when I didn't notice how he walked past me, I thought he was an ordinary person. He looked at my face and I didn't see it, as if he was a ghost.

Monday, May 22, 2017

The morning was foggy, I don't really remember how I got home or when I fell asleep, all I can recall is setting another alarm clock on my phone. I didn't check to make sure I locked the door from the house, I didn't think I needed to. My body gave up immediately. I didn't think about anything until the alarm clock snapped me out of that state to start this circus all over again. My body was already getting so little sleep that I barely knew where I was. That's why I wasn't surprised that some things were messed up, I was living in a mess and in a hurry, it wasn't new.

Another washing up, dressing up, wondering if I even had the strength to eat anything, going to work. The coffee shop took far too much of that leftover energy from me. There was constant traffic, it was impossible to sit down even for a moment.

- You look even worse than last time- threw to me Tommy, a boy who had not yet given up working here and was often with me on shift. He was young and ambitious, it was sad to see such a person wasted in something like this.

- Good morning- I just replied still not really knowing who I actually was and immediately moved on to making coffee orders. We always had a lot of traffic, but most of the customers were returners, with other new units, of course. Across the street was another cafe with more expensive prices, hence we were the ones getting new customers.

After two days of working here, I stopped paying attention to people. Whether they were wearing glasses, had bad makeup, how they were dressed, it all poured into one and it was just a matter of taking an order, completing it, serving it and taking the money.

With one customer, however, I couldn't pretend not to recognize him. The longer straight blond hair immediately caught my attention. Instead of the countertop and the hand in which he held the money, I looked at his face. It was the first time I looked at him up close. I couldn't distinguish much because all my attention was caught by the scar on the top of his nose. It was huge and looked like his nose had almost been torn off. I knew it was rude to stare like that, but I couldn't help myself. It seemed like I was the only one who noticed it because of the fact that Tommy was busy with something else.

- 8,50- I finally said reaching for his money. He gave it to me without a word and took his cup. He left without stopping or looking back.

The only thing I could think of was that he lived somewhere in the area, there were a lot of people here who found themselves here by accident and already had to stay or really wanted to live in New York and had to start somewhere.

I thought my theory was true after seeing him every day for a whole week. every day he would come in and order a black coffee with sugar. He didn't spend more than five minutes here.

We could have called him our regular customer.

Friday 26 have 2017 I ended my shift unusually late by the larger group of people that passed through our establishment, and me and Tommy stayed late to still clean up. It was going reluctantly for so many hours of work, but in the end all that was left was to take out the trash. I was supposed to do it, the trash cans were at the back of the building, so I took two bags and went outside. It was a small alley with two containers and a terrible smell. While throwing the bags out, it seemed to me that something moved at the end of the alley, but I blamed it on fatigue.

There were a lot of plastic coffee cups pounding under my shoes, I kicked the one closest to me to get out of the way. To my surprise, instead of a clear path, there was coffee on my shoes and the ground. Black coffee. It's hard to describe how much irritation I felt at that moment. So much so that I walked out of there without saying goodbye to Tommy.

Walking briskly towards my apartment I once again thought I saw someone. It was starting to annoy me, so I turned my head in that direction only to see blond hair. I furrowed my brow at the sight.

I didn't want to be fucking paranoid, after all, it could have been anyone.

Not everyone is seen every day everywhere you go yourself.

He was everywhere. I saw him at the coffee shop, at the gym, outside my own apartment as he walked down the stairwell. Every day. Day in and day out.

I was beginning to feel like I was going crazy.

Every time I carried my gaze I was afraid I would meet him.

The day of June 20, 2017 was the one that poured the spell of bitterness. Specially after leaving the cafe, I didn't go home right away but started walking around the city, it didn't help much with my discomfort, but I could breathe for a while. I was on the verge in the last few days, everything seemed to go wrong. The quietest sound in my house made me flinch.

I didn't tell anyone about it, I had no one and didn't want to. I felt it was stupid.

All the way I tried to reason with myself, exhaustion made me start making up all sorts of things. I even started to believe it when under my apartment I found not a trace of the strange stranger. No one was around.

I breathed a sigh of relief and reached for the keys in my pocket to open the door. The recliner clamped over my face prevented me from doing so completely.

Within seconds I felt the plastic digging into my skin harder and harder. I acted instinctively and with a jerk I reached for the part that was on my lips. I broke it off to get air. I knew immediately what was happening, I knew that everything that was happening was not my imagination. I turned my head to the side to look my tormentor in the eyes. What I saw in them made the blood drain from my face. He expressed no emotion, he knew what he was doing and what he wanted.

He let go of the rest of the snatched commercial and his hand rose once hitting me on the head. That darkness was unsettling, I felt like I was in sleep paralysis, I wanted to wake up, but something kept me in that state.

Opening my eyes, I thought it was really a dream. I recognized the ceiling of my apartment, there were small spots of paint. I was in the living room on the floor. My head was heavier than ever Keeping my eyes open was a challenge. I tried to get up only to feel something holding my legs tightly. Only then did a little more awareness come back to me. My hands were also tied behind my back and I was losing feeling in them from lying like this.

I tried to struggle, but the pain went through my whole body with every violent movement.

Turning my head to the side, I noticed that the light in the kitchen was on and the sound of searching for something could be heard.

- What do you want!- I shouted, knowing that I could not escape. The only thing left for me was to try to get along.

- I don't have much money, everything is in the bedroom, maybe you can find some valuable things there, take everything!- I shouted further trying to think of some way to escape anyway.

- WHAT DO YOU WANT- I repeated after noticing that he was ignoring me. He wasn't after the money, surely by the time I would have woken up he would have taken everything, instead he seemed to be doing something in the kitchen quietly without hurrying. I was beginning to feel all the emotions at once. I tried to tear what my hands were bound with, but it seemed impossible to do so.

His footsteps walking towards the living room were quiet, if it weren't for the fact that a shadow was following him I wouldn't have even noticed him.

He looked at me with the same blank stare. In his hands he held a knife and scissors, and he was wearing clothes to protect his clothes from getting dirty. My heart was pounding in my chest.

- let me out. LET ME OUT!-I screamed groggily despite the pain. He did not look moved. He approached me slowly until he was over me and sat on my body pressing me tighter to the floor, making it completely impossible to move my arms.

- LET ME GO! HELP!-I shouted hoping that one of the neighbors could hear me. Now I regret that I was not on friendlier terms with them.

- Soon I will be you- He finally spoke up putting down the knife to reach my head. I tried to move away so he wouldn't touch me, but it was no use. His fingers grabbed a handful of my hair and the scissors that were in his other hand made a vague cut leaving some of the hair in his hand.

- You- He repeated looking at my hair intently before he put it aside on the floor and turned towards me again. I was terrified, tears began to flow from my eyes, he was not moved by this. I wanted to start screaming again which was a mistake. As soon as my mouth opened his fingers were inside grabbing my tongue.

His nails dug in hard to hold it at arm's length.

My eyes widened even more. I felt the sharp metal go through the muscle cutting through it like a piece of paper. Blood immediately started pouring into my mouth and onto my chin. I tried to scream through the pain burning me like hell, but I couldn't make any meaningful sounds. He only let me go when the scissors came together and he held a large piece of my tongue in his fingers. I couldn't look at it. The part of my tongue that was still in my mouth made me swallow some of the blood.

- I just need to talk and look like you.- he said, watching the muscle from all sides before he put it in his mouth like some piece of candy.

I wanted to vomit.

Because of the adrenaline and shock, I was more than aware of everything that was happening, so when he began to approach my eyes I knew what was coming. My muffled screams did not move him.

This time he was quiet but kept his hand on my forehead, and whenever I tried to close my eyes he would grab my eyelashes to keep my eye open.

I saw the tip of the knife get closer and closer until it was sunk into my eye socket.

The knife didn't go through the center. It punched out my eye so that it was a best condition. My image in my left eye was completely cut off and the pain made my back arch and my fingers began to scratch the wooden floor beneath me.

I was on the verge of consciousness tilting my right eyelid, but I could see exactly how he tried to put my eye into his like a lens. His blue eye was covered by my green one.

The feeling of my eye being forcibly opened was the last thing I felt before I lost consciousness again through pain.

On Wednesday, June 21, 2017, the shift at the "Thiloa" cafe started normally. Tommy set up all the chairs and started to clean up. There was no sign of his co-worker, however, he recognized that Rick had finally overslept through his schedule.

He had just washed one of the machines when the bell rang throughout the premises announcing that the first customer had arrived.

The teenager immediately assumed a more cheerful expression and raised his eyes ready to take the order. What he saw made the cleaning fluid and cloth fall out of his hands and his face turned pale.

- Sorry I'm late- Said the man standing in front of the counter in Rick's clothes with a whisper. The sign bore his name. Rick Glasm. There were staple brown strands in his blond hair, and on his face.... His face was replaced by Rick's face. A cut out piece sewn to his own.

Looking at his hands one could see more stitch marks. On the squares, which were a lighter shade than his skin.

- Can we begin?- he asked and a piece of his tongue accidentally fell out of his mouth. Rick's tongue.

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FREDYA- MY FIRST CREEPYPASTA!!! AND OC FROM CREEPYPASTA FANDOM

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This is my first Creepypasta and Anything related to creepypastas like this.

I know it came out a little embarrassing and silly, but I really wanted to start somewhere!!!

I'll insert more information later and hope to get better with each work

Keep in mind that English is not my first language

Love also yes Nina and Jane Is here because i thought it will be funny

ONE SHOT

The sound of a vicious cough followed by a dozen more sounds filled with pain and discomfort was something that had been standard every day for a dozen months. A standard to which I should have been accustomed, and yet my face expressed nothing but worry. My body lay inert on a small bed with blue sheets. The sun slowly appearing in the sky reminded me that I should get up soon, as the alarm clock lying on the bedside table often failed to do so. My mind was foggy from little sleep and dark thoughts. Things should have started to improve, and it didn't look like it. Another sharp attack of coughing coming from the next room made me rise to sit down. With dark eyes of distaste, I ran a quick glance over the floor of the room, where piles of various clothes and garbage were piled up. I was supposed to clean it up last night, but I was so tired from school activities that I completely forgot about it. Again.

The only place where there were no scattered clothes was the mirror standing near the bed.

I marked in my head to do it today, or at least try to, because otherwise my mother would do it, and that's the last thing I'd want. I had a guilty conscience when she had to get out of bed unnecessarily, let alone clean up my mess. Speaking of my mother, Harper, it was from her bedroom that the sounds indicating ill health were coming. It had persisted for far too long, and despite trying various things, nothing seemed to work. That's what was causing me to get up and go to the small bathroom connected to the bedroom, and I felt like I wasn't fully in the world with my mind. Constant visits to doctors, specialists, anyone who fit the general description in any way did not work one bit. No diagnosis, no cure. No one knew exactly what was wrong with my mother, and they referred people to other people in the hope that they would get lucky there. They didn't get lucky.

Looking in the mirror hanging over the sink at first, I didn't pay attention to my reflection only to a small piece of paper attached to the top. Today we had an appointment with another doctor, supposedly the best in his profession.

I had to write things down and leave them that way, because with the ubiquitous clutter in the room it was hard to find a scrap of space where it would stand out. I could still use my phone if only it wasn't perpetually discharged or lost. I myself was beginning to be a wreck of a person through worry. Shifting my gaze, I finally met my reflection, the bags under my eyes were the first thing to be noticed on my pale face, right after the already rather large faded scar on my cheek. Maybe I should be thankful that something else was distracting me from it? I cringed at the mere mention of the appearance of this addition to my skin.

Going forward, however, it was no better, my black hair from lack of sleep and poor attention to my own health looked as if it was going to fall out at the slightest pull. Deep in my heart I hoped that this was not a true comparison, but only my imagination, but I was afraid to check myself. The answer came on its own, as there were already a dozen black hairs on the sink.

Thanks to brushing my teeth, the flowing water from the tap drowned out the sounds of coughing at least for a while, but it seemed to me that I had heard them so often that they had already etched themselves in my memory enough to be heard anywhere anyway. Regardless of the noise. Personal hygiene is the only thing I haven't neglected in my life since the nightmare began, constantly visiting various hospitals, offices and clinics forced me to keep my person clean, this didn't apply, however, to the even larger pile of clothes lying on the white bathroom tiles. I forgot to do the laundry. I was supposed to put them in the washing machine three days ago, however, I forgot about it again. Now I was sure that all my clothes were in that place, as opposed to on the floor of the bedroom, where their condition was no better. I sighed to myself and crouched down to start searching through everything that was there hoping to find something that didn't smell so bad. The different colored clothes had all sorts of stains or just an unpleasant smell to the point that I started to feel frustrated. I felt like throwing it all away and crying, but in the end a plain red short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans that still seemed decent fell into my hands, it was better than nothing.

I changed my clothes quickly although a bit haphazardly, as I had to mend my pants a few times, but walking out of the bathroom back to my room I could say that I was ready for another day full of excitement.

Before I could even leave, I headed to my desk where lay scattered books and pages torn from notebooks. I could have sworn I was supposed to do something for school since there were so many pieces of paper, my memory, however, was not inclined to make my task any easier. I'll get another bad grade. If this keeps up, I'm going to have trouble passing this year, just what we needed.

I wiped my face trying to pull myself together somehow. We can always try to talk to the teachers! Not that my own mother's ill health was something I'd want to use for such things, but letting them know things weren't going well might at least give me a little more time.

It's worth catching on to anything so much as to not upset her even more now.

With this quickly concocted plan, I threw the books that seemed appropriate into my black backpack, which, by the way, also looked like it needed a decent wash, and later also included my phone charger and cosmetics. It was fortunate that here Sydney schools gave the option of using electricity. Water and toilet paper were hard to come by in the school bathrooms, so it was good that they gave us at least that much. Zipping up I looked this time at the cork board that hung in front of my desk, it was filled with unnecessary information. Along with the schedule of additional ceramics classes, I didn't need it at the moment, I mean, I didn't have time for it, someday I might come back to it. There's always time right?

I put on my backpack and reached for my phone, which, as it turned out, still had a few percent in it, amazing.

I might even be able to listen to some music before it goes out completely. With that thought in mind, I also reached for the white headphones on the cable and slipped both items into my pants pocket. Walking out of the room was sometimes a challenge along the lines of try not to trip, but I managed to do it without incident this time. I closed the dark wood door with a quiet clatter, giving myself some time before walking over to the other door. I knocked on it gently, and only after that did I open it and look inside.

- Did you sleep a bit?- I asked, looking deep into a room that was more dark than mine. My mother never liked to open the curtains from her window too much, it made the atmosphere even more unpleasant, but she could not be persuaded to do otherwise. My mother was already sitting on the edge of her bed and was visibly trying to stop herself from coughing by holding a cloth to her mouth, her hands shaking gently from the effort it was costing her. I felt my heart squeeze even more. Seeing her in such a state hurt.

For a while she couldn't even answer me, because every time she tried, she had to struggle again to catch her breath. With each such attack I was afraid that she would eventually break her ribs.

-A little- she replied by waving her hand, thus dismissing the subject. If I had slept more than an hour myself, I might have believed her. Why else is she trying to deceive me after such a long time?

-I'll be back around two in the afternoon. The last two lessons are substitutions at the library, I don't have to be at them. I'll come and we'll go to Dr. Wills.- I presented her with the plan for the day as we did every day. Sometimes I hated this school so much, it just took time away from me and us.

- I can go alone, you don't have to always go with me- She muttered quietly, and I barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes. We had gone over this a large number of times, too. She didn't want to worry me, but she also knew that I would be even more worried if I didn't hear what the doctors had to say. And she continued trying to convince me. To no avail.

-Remember not to eat breakfast, because you need to be fasting so they can do possible tests. And check if we are sure we have all the documents- I said firmly, and for the last few seconds I watched her face looking at me in pain. Not because of my words or behavior, but because this is not how this situation should be. We were supposed to choose my studies and dorms together, not doctors still fearing for the worst

-Two o'clock in the afternoon.- I repeated and walked away from the door to start going down to the first floor of the house.

The gray walls on which hung white frames with photos of the two of us seemed even more overwhelming, which is ironic, because despite such colors earlier it seemed more lively here. The wooden staircase was even darker and duller, which was rare before through the constant obsession to clean that my mother had. Everything was more matte in my eyes. The living room, with its black couch, seemed dark through the drawn curtains and the TV turned off. I looked at it with sadness, for a long time, but I couldn't spend grieving for the soul of this house that had been taken away, or more like forcibly snatched away, because the hands on the small clock hanging on the living room wall were approaching dangerously fast the time at which I would already be late, even though I was specifically leaving early so I could walk to school. I could have taken the bus and had more time, sure, I just didn't see myself sitting around kids of all ages most of whom had too much energy for such an early hour. It was too overwhelming and settling, especially when trying to sort out my thoughts, in which there was also the same chaos.

Reaching for the red sneakers, I could see how worn out they already were. The old version of my mom would have already chastised me for this, after all, I have so many other shoes, I don't need to walk around in the same ones all the time. As for now, Mom, you are not here in this condition, forgive me, I will wear these shoes again. Until you recover.

Shoelaces tangled in my fingers, which annoyed me terribly, but I finally managed to open the door and go outside after this struggle.

I closed the door quietly behind me and looked around. It was still early, so there weren't so many people on the streets yet, although some were also already leaving for work.

The sky was pleasantly bright colors, after all, it was May, soon to be summer vacation. You could feel it in the air, it was also one of the reasons why walking was better than riding the bus. The cobblestones I walked on still had traces of chalk drawings on them in places. Kids did it all the time and some of the artwork was even cute, so other, I don't know if drawing a big dick in the middle of the sidewalk has any deeper meaning, but whatever your soul tells you. This road was so familiar to me that I didn't even need to look where exactly I had to go, I stared into the space in front of me trying to dig as much hope as possible out of the depths of myself for today. With each failed visit there was less and less of it, but it was still there. If you looked hard enough. Through this reverie I remembered about my phone only after a few minutes of walking, so I reached for both the phone and the headphones, and the black case with various stickers immediately greeted me, making me feel embarrassed. Who else decorates their cases like this?

Firing up the device, I didn't expect it to keep going from the moment I picked it up on stand up, but it worked. It looked like it was on its last breaths, but it worked.

Not wanting to test its endurance any longer, I clicked the green icon of the music listening app and went to my liked songs. I selected the first better song, which, as it turned out, was a Ms by alt-J. I can't remember the last time I listened to them. After turning up the volume enough that I could barely hear my own footsteps, I put my phone back in my pocket. If the music suddenly stops, I'll know it's disconnected for amen. The longer I thought about today the more I began to ponder one question. Would I rather it turn out to be some kind of dangerous disease, or that nothing would turn out and we would live like this forever. Both answers made the future seem terribly cold and sad. Ignorance kills, but what can you say about getting news with a death sentence? In my opinion, the scales were very even between the two options.

If I could, I would have taken it, and so I can only worry. It was killing me more and more.

I don't even know when the song switched to meet me in the woods from lord huron.

As I walked past one of the houses I saw a young woman with a baby in a stroller just out for a walk, Riley, had recently moved in here, and we often passed each other on our morning walks. My mother liked her terribly and always offered to help with her daughter, because being a young mother was not easy. But she was lucky because her daughter Tiffany was a adorable baby. She rarely cried, in fact I don't know if I ever saw her cry. She probably took after her mother, the woman was always smiling too.

I don't know if I envy them more or hate them for what they have. Not that I can hate an innocent child, but the very image of them that I see. I quickened my step with my head lowered so that I didn't have to greet her. The bitter feeling inside was enough for this morning. Funnily enough, despite my fear of being late, I was a moment ahead of schedule. Less than ten minutes, however, it's always ten minutes to myself.

The black gate of the school was already wide open, and through the open door of the school you could see people walking down the hallway going about their lives. A large part of these people were from the student club, probably hanging holiday decorations on the walls.

With a quick mental countdown to three, I pulled off my headphones and reached for my phone to turn off the music, but the device's screen was already completely black. At least I now had a purpose than just sitting in a corner and waiting for the bell to ring.

Passing between people was relatively easy when they were busy hanging up tacky posters promoting the selection of any of the summer activities. I didn't believe anyone was coming to most of them on their own.

The school itself was quite large, with several classrooms and a reception area downstairs in addition to a locker room and lockers for the students, and display cases lined up against one wall showing all sorts of awards and diplomas won for our school. Most were probably bought at a pawn shop when no one was looking, I'm not judging, do what you can to have students. The dark staircase leading up was the second floor and then the second floor. I currently stopped at the first, because that's where I was supposed to have my first class for today, and the classroom where everyone should gather soon was open. My bench was next to the windows more or less in the middle, but I sat completely at the back, there were outlets there. A few minutes is nothing if I want to charge my phone, but it is likely that Matt, the person sitting here just happened not to be coming to the first lesson, which would be a salvation in this case. Plugging in the cable, I stared at the screen for a while in anticipation until the familiar icon appeared and it began to turn back on. A few more people came into the classroom, only out of the corner of my eye did I see a familiar face approaching where I was sitting.

- I told you to buy a powerbank- Jane Richardson said with a small smile on her face while pulling my backpack from the chair next to me. We weren't particularly close, but it was always good to have someone to talk to in this place. Her dark brown hair was up in a loose ponytail, and her blue eyes expressed too much excitement for so early in the day.

- I didn't have time for this, I'm still busy- I muttered leaning my head against my hand, but still looked in her direction. She was wearing a black T-shirt with the print of some band and jeans, nothing out of the ordinary, although it wouldn't surprise me if she came in something strange. I don't mean that in a bad way, it's just her style of being.

- That's why I offered to buy it for you recently, and you refused- she reminded me of our conversation that took place probably a week ago. I hoped she would forget about it.

- I will do it soon, so far stealing electricity from the school is quite convenient for me- I said with feigned confidence in my own words. Sometimes I was a little surprised that these sockets still work, it's probably a matter of time. Where do they actually get electricity here if some classrooms are not even lit? Does the director choose for himself what he wants to light at any given time? That would make an interesting conspiracy theory... I thought to myself for a moment drifting away from her words.

- Ugh, probably Nina has again found something related to fairing or some other crap- I was snapped out of my reverie by Jane's exasperated words, and it took me a moment, through a small amount of sleep, to even grasp what she was talking about. Nina Hopkins, an even more energetic girl who read too much about paranormal things, crimes and murderers, I didn't have TOO MUCH negative feelings for her, but I had to admit that she could annoy with her chirping about, for example, how someone quartered someone and ate them.

- Does she have to announce to everyone what she has read?- I asked rhetorically trying to avoid eye contact with the girl we were talking about. Every time she turned her head vigorously it was her black hair and red streak that flew all around. It was impossible to ignore her completely.

- A better question is why she has to practically shout while telling these silly things- replied Jane with a sigh, which was a mistake, because she did it too loudly, thus attracting Nina's attention. Not five seconds passed, and she started approaching our bench. Her mouth opened before she was even completely beside us.

- Hi Jane, Hi Daphne!- She called out turning the chair in the bench in front of us so she could sit facing us.

- Hi nina- We said together resignedly, which did not discourage the girl, because she immediately started waving her phone with a purple case in front of our faces. I was very impressed that the poor thing had not yet flown out of it and hit the floor.

- Look what I read! I thought nothing would interest me anymore, but yet I found it- She threw it excitedly, shoving Jane's phone to read what was displayed on the screen herself. Willing or not, I leaned closer to her to read it too, since I would find out what all the fuss was about anyway. Jane exchanged a glance with me before she started reading aloud something that turned out to be some kind of blog post? I couldn't see exactly, but that's what it looked like.

- I didn't know exactly what I was addressing until the letters F R E D Y A were marked on the quia tab, my friend was delighted that we had finally gotten through to her, it was what she wanted. They then began to negotiate, She needed the help of her powers to become prettier. Fredya wanted to become a physical figure in return. We were young, we didn't know what exactly she wanted, so X agreed. The transaction came to a close, nothing happened then after the conversation ended. No things similar to those scary stories about demons. It was completely as if nothing had happened. I came to the conclusion that she was mocking me and moving the marker herself to add some fear to the whole situation. We dispersed to our homes and everything quieted down for a few days. Blah blah blah, the last time I saw her it didn't look like her. Her eyes were all white and blood was pouring from her mouth, she was choking on it. I don't know where she is now, she's missing and no one has ever seen her again.Jane read, cringing at how poorly the story was written. It was immediately obvious that it was some kind of Creepypasta or something like that.

- How exactly is this different from the millions of other scary stories you've made us read?- I asked, watching Jane pull out a water bottle as reading it finished her off. Nina looked even more delighted by it all.

- The fact that people were actually able to contact her! There are articles and videos!- She responded by snatching the phone out of Jane's hand to show the said evidence. I forgot not to ask about such things.

- It's just a story, just because ghost hunters on the internet made up that they contacted that whole Fredya thing, it doesn't mean that it really happened- Jane spoke up looking at Nina like a child who believes in the Bloody Mary myth. I felt the same way, I had already heard so many stories from her mouth that it was getting boring.

- It's not about ghost hunters, the girl really disappeared after trying to summon her- She defended her opinion fiercely by showing us the phone again, this time with a real article in which they wrote about the disappearance of a young girl after playing at contacting a demon named Fredya. The disappearance was real, the circumstances didn't have to be.

- Nina. A real person went missing, the fact that she was playing with something like this has no connection to it, it's possible that some psychopath is holding her, and you're making proof of the existence of demons. Grow up.- Jane reprimanded her, annoyed by her behavior and how she approached it.

- If you already want to walk and talk about all this, then ask everyone if they have not seen her. - She added looking at her with squinted eyes. Her words caused Nina to fall silent and get up to walk away from us.

- You might not have been so sharp- I muttered as I watched her return to her seat. Jane was right, but she could have done things differently.Especially since Nina now looked like a kicked dog.

- Someone needs to talk some sense into her- She just replied and shrugged her shoulders. I didn't even know what to say anymore and fortunately the bell saved me from that. Now most of the class was already inside and sat down in their seats. No one rebuked the seats where Jane and I were sitting together. The teacher appeared as soon as the last person entered. You could see from her face a tiredness similar to the one we all felt, this meant another almost slow lesson. We only learned history in theory. Teacher started the lesson by reading something from the textbook, and I rested my head against my hand starting to drive my eyes around the classroom to stay awake. Daily insufficient sleep got me just at such moments, but I couldn't afford to sleep in class, because after the last time, the teachers would start asking if I was okay, and I didn't need their worries, at least not yet. When I start failing seriously, I'll think about it then.

My gaze finally fell back on Nina, who was sitting quietly and writing something down in her notebook. I stared at her for a little longer than I should have. Something in my brain whispered again a few sentences from the article she had read to us. There is no point in typing this and reading it, please give me something else to occupy my time.....

I barely held back a sigh when I turned my phone on again. Being careful not to disturb the teacher, I started searching for something more about "Fredya" maybe it was her funny name that made it so memorable. I felt surprised to see a lot more information containing this strange name. Okay, reading it was much more interesting than the story.

"Fredya is a demon who preys on people's greed. All who turn to her are those who have too little or want more. They ask for many favors and she grants them, while taking away even more. Every wish has consequences depending on what you wish for."

I read my mind while trying not to roll my eyes. Totally sounded like a creepypasta created by a bored teenager.

"There are many ways to contact her, some more effective, some less. The most popular method is to use a quia board, but you have to be careful when doing so. Just because a demon introduces itself by some name or confirms its identity, it further does not mean that you are talking to it personally."

What kind of idiots would be so desperate to use a quia board to help them in their lives. You are asking for more problems yourself.

"Fredya's summoning ritual was written down by an unknown person, several people confirmed its authenticity, however, this is left for everyone to judge for themselves. All you need to perform the summoning is something sharp, a mirror and a dark room.

Execution: We lock ourselves in a dark room together with the mirror, we need to make sure we are alone, otherwise the energy may be disturbed. We sit in front of the mirror, preferably as close as possible. We take a sharp tool that we will use for the most important point. We need our blood, the place where it is taken is an important element during what we want to ask for. The more help we need, the more serious the place of collection should be. For example, if you need help with your love, the wrist is enough. We then smear the blood on the mirror where our eyes are reflected. During this process, we say the words given below.

Within a minute you should get an answer.

ሁሉን ቻይ ፍሬዲያ፣ ለእርዳታዎ በመለመን አነጋግርዎታለሁ። ያለኝን ሁሉ እሰጥሃለሁ። ኃይልህን አበድረኝ፤ በምላሹ ራሴን ሁሉ እሰጣችኋለሁ። ቃሎቼን አድምጡ -.

I felt like my brain stopped working after reading this. It's been a long time since I read something so kitschy. It was so stupid that I turned off my phone and started listening to what the teacher was saying. Jane glared at me over hearing me put my phone back on the bench, but I just nodded so she wouldn't pay attention. It was so irrational that I had it in my head all day. In every lesson, whenever my mind started to get bored it went back to those words. That is, he did it at times when I happened to be awake. Even while eating a stupid sandwich bought with money scavenged from the bottom of my backpack, I couldn't focus on anything else. I read a few more articles, most of which were similar to the one in which there was a recipe for recall, that is stupid.

I don't even know when the lessons passed so quickly, this is one of the few such days.

- Are you coming to my place? We could do this paper together- Jane said as we walked out of the school building along with many other people who randomly pushed us.

- I would like to, but I have to go home, I'm going to a meeting with my mother- I replied sighing at the fact that I had to refuse. Working for literature lessons was always an ordeal, however, was one of the last points of my worries. The first was a doctor's appointment for which I was about to be late.

- Again? Good luck, call me if you change your mind. See you- She called out to me before she disappeared with the others walking toward the parking lot where some of the parents were waiting. I didn't even have time to answer her, but I knew she wouldn't hold it against me. It was time to get back to listening to music.

Without waiting long I immediately sped up my stride and quickly found myself on the road home holding my headphones in one hand and my phone in the other. Trying to avoid others walking in the same direction, I started texting my mother asking if she was ready to go out. I didn't get a reply right away like I usually do, but I wasn't worried about it somehow, she was surely getting ready or trying to catch her breath after a coughing attack, so I shifted my attention to finding some song.

The cold air hit my face making me shiver. I hated this kind of weather, the sun seemingly still shining, yet it was so terribly cold. At least it was some way to wash away any residual fatigue.

I didn't have to try to keep my eyes open as hard as I would have expected, for my attention was caught by a rather large gathering of people on the street between the houses in my neighborhood. The fact that there was also an ambulance standing between them didn't help to curb the anxiety which immediately made me feel as if a stone had dropped in my stomach.

I knew what was going on, even though I begged in my mind that it was a mistake.

A brisk walk turned into a run when I started running straight toward my house where there seemed to be the most heads turned.

- Daphne!- called out Riley trying to stop me from running too close. She didn't make it. Before anyone could stop me I found myself standing in front of my house, the door of which was wide open, and an ambulance was standing not far away. I was in such shock that I didn't know until the end what I was looking at.

Through the open door it was possible to see the three paramedics leaning over my mother lying on the ground. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. My eyes widened at this sight, I felt all the air escape from me.

- Mom- I said expecting her to look in my direction or do anything. She didn't respond.

- Daphne, don't look at it- Riley turned to me again, this time coming over to block my view of my mother's resuscitation. I was so blown away by what I saw that I couldn't even break free from her grasp.

I was unable to put together a single thought in my head, and the words that came out of my mouth were unintelligible gibberish.

- Please make way for us- Commanded one of the paramedics quickly exiting the house towards the ambulance, leaving my mother with the other men who exchanged glances with each other, thus ceasing their vigorous actions.

- No- I choked out, realizing that they were no longer trying to save her, they were letting her lie with her eyes closed and such a calm face she had not had in a long time.

- No, what happened- I repeated falling harder into the arms of the woman, who herself was shocked by what she was seeing. My headphones fell to the ground, now completely forgotten.

- Shh, don't look, don't look- she said pressing my head against her shoulder, but this did not help the feeling of grief filling my heart. It all happened so suddenly and fast, I was not able to process it.

- I have to go with him- I said, watching as the rescuer who had gone to the card earlier was now returning with a stretcher to take the My mother's body.

- You can't, your Aunt Margaret will arrive soon, she will take care of you. I called her- Riley answered me, but it did not reach me. I struggled with her to raise my head and look once again towards the house, ideally to see how they carried her on the gurney. Her body was so.... Strange. She was not shaken by any coughing attacks, she allowed herself to be touched.

Why didn't she say anything, didn't even look in my direction?

I don't even know when my knees gave in under me. If it weren't for the fact that Riley's arms were holding me, I would have definitely felt concrete.

- please disperse, really- Repeated one of the rescuers walking ahead, I also felt then how I was pushed aside to make way for them. Her face was so pale when they moved her next to me, I wanted to reach out my hand towards her, but I couldn't move, I felt like I was frozen.

- I have to go with her- I repeated in amok, but got the same reaction.

- Margaret will be here soon, let's go home.- She whispered raising her hand to stroke my head, then I finally broke out of her grasp. The people watched the ambulance door close and then turned their gaze toward me, as if anticipating some kind of reaction. I saw in their faces grief, sympathy, everything one could feel when looking at a child who had just lost his mother.

- Daphne?- said Riley looking at me worriedly. I opened my mouth, but no words came out of it.

I couldn't stand the feelings and their stares. With a shaky step I walked towards my empty house and without waiting for anyone else to react I slammed the door behind me locking it as I always did when I returned. My gaze immediately fell on the floor where just a moment ago my mother was lying. Nearby lay her phone. It was switched off. How had this happened? It was bad this morning, but it always was. She should be here, we should be leaving now to see a doctor.

Why was it so quiet here?

She had to be here somewhere, it didn't happen.

Barely taking breaths, I started walking to the living room, my backpack fell from my shoulders and fell somewhere on the floor, I didn't pay attention to it, just like the fact that I was still holding my phone in the steel grip of my left hand. I had no control over my body. My eyes scanned the space of the room looking for signs that she would be here somewhere soon. Everything was just as I had left it that morning, no signs of this bad situation.

- this can't be happening- I whispered and tears finally began to flow from my eyes. Only then did I feel what it meant to really suffocate. All the air from my lungs was taken away in such a brutal way that a piercing pain went through my chest.

- Daphne? Please let me in, you shouldn't be alone- called out Riley knocking on the front door, but her voice was distant to me. I didn't even fully understand what she said.

- That's not true- I said to myself staring at the floor before I started hitting my head with my hands. The sobs continued to shake my body barely allowing me to stand up straight.

- That's not true!- I shouted this time and threw the phone somewhere further away from me, but soon my hands were filled with my hair, which I began to pull.

- She is alive- I continued to scream unable to calm down.

- Daphne!- Riley continued to prefer knocking harder on the door. The loud sounds brought me back to reality a little, but they didn't help bring me under control.

My gaze swept quickly across the room once more before stopping on the phone. With a quick step I found myself at the device which was lying on the ground next to a small table. The screen had a few cracks, but when I turned it on it was working flawlessly.

Through my tears I could barely see what I was doing, that didn't stop me. All I had in my mind was this stupid empty name and the desire to be with my mother.

After making sure everything worked, I took a quick step toward the kitchen. I knew exactly what I was going there for, the top drawer in one of the cabinets. That's where the cutlery and all the knives were. By my vigorously pulling the drawer handle, the metal shook loudly in the room. I pulled out the largest blade we had in the house.

- Daphne, please don't do anything stupid!- shouted Riley in the background below as I started walking toward my room. It was the only room in the house that had a large mirror.

Running up the stairs with one hand, I started going back to the article I had read just a few hours ago. I didn't care how silly it looked, all I felt was pain in my heart. I knew that normally I wouldn't be able to do anything.

My room was crowded by everything I hadn't cleaned, in front of the mirror, however, there were only a few scattered clothes.

Throwing my phone and knife on the ground, I walked over to the window to close the curtains, but leaving enough room for the room to still be lit.

I felt like I wasn't myself, as if everything that was happening was in my head.

As soon as the room was darker I sank to my knees in front of the mirror. I couldn't catch a single normal breath even though my sobbing had calmed down enough for me to utter words.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I didn't even recognize myself. I looked like a wreck of a human being, as if I was no longer human myself. My face was all red and wet with tears.

Reaching for the phone once again I read everything although it was hard because of the blurry words on the screen.

- That's it, you'll be with me- I said to myself without waiting a moment longer just putting the phone down, and grabbing my shirt to pull it over my head. The white bra was reflected in the mirror along with my skin which was not yet scarred by any wounds. The knife was back in my hand, this time held firmly and securely. I knew I had to do it, so taking a breath I raised the knife and pressed the blade against the skin just above my heart. It was not going to be a deep wound, just enough for blood to appear. Without thinking about it for long I made a quick movement that made me take a loud breath. The adrenaline overflowing through me relieved most of the pain, but not completely. I felt the burning rosiness all over my skin, followed by the sensation of blood flowing slowly down the wound. Only then did I let go of the knife to collect as much of the blood as possible on my fingers.

With my other hand, I turned the phone back on and scrolled to the last moment. That is, the words. It took an eternity to copy the text into the translator and see how it was spoken, enough to make the blood flow even more from the wound.

Feeling so much grief and injustice, my mouth opened before my brain had time to encourage me to stop.

- ሁሉን ቻይ ፍሬዲያ፣ ለእርዳታዎ በመለመን አነጋግርዎታለሁ። ያለኝን ሁሉ እሰጥሃለሁ። ኃይልህን አበድረኝ፤ በምላሹ ራሴን ሁሉ እሰጣችኋለሁ። ቃሎቼን አድምጡ - I said in a trembling voice sure I was reading something wrong, and my fingers began to smear on the mirror, blurring my eyes with blood.

- Please kill as many people as you need, but bring her back to life- I added mindlessly looking at my figure. The silence falling after the last word was deafening and frustrating. Almost as if I were not in my room, but in solitary confinement. My throat tightened by the renewed urge to cry.

- I want her back, I just want to see her- I whispered rubbing my face, accidentally smearing the remaining blood on my cheeks.

The throbbing wound forced me to look in the mirror again, I don't even know when the blood slowed down and I didn't look at the wound after lifting my gaze. I couldn't when instead of my reflection I saw a black figure. Only then did it occur to me what I had actually done.

- oh my god- I screamed, taking a step back, but still looking at something that should have been my reflection. My heart did not have a moment's peace, it was again beating as fast as before.

- this is not possible- I muttered watching as something looking like a black mist disappeared more and more, showing my figure, as if nothing had happened. After a second, my reflection seemed completely normal, until I looked into my own eyes. I thought I was hallucinating because of everything that was happening when I looked at my face. My eyebrows furrowed and my head tilted slightly, checking to see if the reflection was really mine.

It seemed that everything was ok, everything except my eyes. In the reflection, they were completely white. There were no irises in them. It must have been my imagination.

Still filled with anxiety, I moved back to the front, slowly returning to the same spot as just before, perfectly in front of the mirror.

The empty eyes that were supposed to be mine seemed to invade my soul, creating a pressure in me that I had never felt.

- What the fuck- I muttered moving even closer against everything my brain was telling me. The closer I got to my reflection the more it seemed to me that it wasn't me.

Only when I was only a few inches from the glass did I realize how much of a mistake my grief had driven me into.

My reflection tilted its head to the side with a mocking smile on its face and everything that happened next was too fast for me to react.

My reflection's hands came out of the mirror and grabbed my hair, pulling my head hard against the mirror, hitting it and shattering it.

The shattering glass being so close wounded my face and almost robbed me of my sight.

Despite the blood now flowing in waves, I pushed myself away with my residual strength from the shards of glass and the now empty frame of the mirror.

- no, no, no- I repeated trying to get up despite my shaking legs to run out of that room, but as soon as I rose to my feet, I felt my stomach clench so hard that I threw up the second breakfast I had eaten at school. In addition to the disgusting mixture, blood also flowed from my mouth. It was so sudden and powerful that it shook my whole body. I looked at it in horror and the sobbing now resembled a lament.

- please don't- I screamed trying to reach the door, through my hand then such a tremendous pain passed as if someone had just broken it. I screamed falling to my knees and pressed it to my chest.

- this can't be happening! What the fuck!- I shouted into the emptiness of my room. I did not get an answer.

I only felt the pain from my hand being replaced by a headache that was like drilling a hole in my skull. I couldn't do anything but scream and try to free myself from this state while still curled up on the floor.

- STOP IT- I screamed writhing from the ever-present pain I felt as if fire was burning my muscles, my head was filled with pressure and my mouth was filled with blood that I had to spit out to keep from choking.

I don't know when my vision began to blur until the ability to see disappeared. I couldn't get rid of the feeling of losing connection with my body, as if I was being ripped away, all combined with endless suffering.

The whole thing lasted maybe a few minutes until it quieted down completely. Everything. All the pain. All the blood flowing, the nausea. All that was left was nothingness.

Through the fact that there were no longer any distractions, I could feel the fact that I could not move my own body. At all.

Despite the desire to move my hands, or at least my head, I couldn't do it. It was as if I was in a conscious dream, paralyzed.

I tried to say something, to call out to someone again in the silence of the house, my mouth remained closed. What was different was my eyes. I felt them open, without my control.

My fingers began to move, I no longer felt the pain that previously radiated in my right hand.

My whole body acted as if it didn't feel pain. It seemed as if my head was looking around before my body began to slowly rise. I couldn't do anything about it, I couldn't interfere.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I was just an observer.

- Thank you for letting me in. I will fulfill your words.- I heard a voice that once belonged to me, now sounding much more hollow.

Immediately after that, I felt another strange sensation, and an image of what was happening to my body was revealed before my eyes.

This thing... It really turned me into just an observer.

- Let me out!- I screamed, watching in horror as someone controlling my body reached for one of my shirts lying on the floor. In the shards of glass I could see "my" reflection. My skin had lost its natural appearance, it looked almost gray, and my eyes were empty. Zero irises. White space alone.

Blood was still everywhere, running down my face and chest.

- You wanted this. You made it happen. I'll bring your mother.- replied the figure pretending to be me acting as if it owned my body. These words crushed me.

- I take it back! It was a mistake!- I shouted trying unsuccessfully to regain control. "I" reached another time towards the floor, this time for a knife lying under other shards of glass. My mother would not want this, would not want me to bring her back by force. Why did I do that?

- Too late.- That's all that came out of "my" mouth before my body started heading toward the stairs. I tried to fight with all my might, but it was no use. My figure easily passed through the living room without even looking at anything other than the exit door from behind which I could hear someone's conversation. If I had control of my heart it would have stopped at that moment.

My neighbor Riley and Aunt Margaret.

- Don't hurt them!-I shouted into the darkness I was after. "I" reached for the lock and opened it, then doing the same with the door.

They immediately turned their gaze in our direction with worry.

The other neighbors had already returned to their homes, but they were definitely watching. I wanted to warn them, tell them to run away, my voice was nothing.

- Daphne! Honey I'm so sorry- Said Margaret coming up to "me" to pull me into a hug, when she came closer, however, she looked into my eyes, saw them, along with blood.

It was a moment when she suddenly leaned over feeling a piercing pain in her abdomen.

- I'm fine- replied the figure claiming to be me and grabbed Margaret's arm to hold her down.

- STOP! - I shouted wanting to close my eyes and not look at it, but SHE, forced me to watch the scene.

- Daphne- Muttered Margaret at which THAT shook its head.

- no, I don't think it's her- replied her icy voice, and then grabbed the knife dragging it up her abdomen, creating an extensive wound from which blood flowed. Margaret was unable to get out any words through the pain and blood flowing out of her mouth.

Riley looking on stood as if frozen in place. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

I wanted her to run away, to tell someone about it, to go back to her daughter, she was unable to.

Before she could force herself to move it was the figure already at her side.

- You can't tell the police about the wrong person- muttered the monster, and plunged the knife into the side of Riley's neck, piercing her arteries.

- Why-is the only thing I could repeat after seeing this. I couldn't even cry, because I had no way to cry.

The monster in charge of my body only smiled

- I return your mother to you.- she said dropping the knife on the ground next to the bodies of the women.

All I could do was watch as my body began to walk away from the place that was my home, toward the next house.

All I could do was watch.

Pay for my greed.

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