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- Log 2]]<p class="MsoNormal"><span>Log 2 </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span>Tuesday, February 18<sup>th</sup> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>For almost the whole day, I didn’t know what to think, didn’t know what to do. This was beyond anything I had ever heard or experienced. This was the stuff of fantasy, horror, nightmare, yet I was living it. Why was this happening? Who or what was causing all of this? I didn’t know. But what was really scaring me was: <i>What’s next?</i> It had given me seven days. Seven days of terror, seven days of horror, and if it was going to be anything like the first night, seven days of death.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I had to solve this, to stop this, so I began where it all started. After I finished completing the first log I asked it,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Who or what are you? And why are you doing this?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I was hoping for some sort of answer. I waited for a pop-up or another dialogue box to show, but nothing came. But that didn’t keep me from continuing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Oh come on! Please, just answer me!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Nothing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“You can’t do this to me. Just please answer.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Still nothing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I took a slow breath and said in a low voice, “Alright, look. I don’t know who you are or what you want. But if you want me to play this little sadistic game of yours, at least give me some hints. Will I be dealing with Jeff again? Or something else?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I waited. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Nothing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I sighed letting my head hit the desk in exasperation.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>A beep came from the monitor. My head jerked up.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>A dialogue box appeared.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“No, you will not see Jeff again.” It said.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Finally it talks!</span></i><span> “Then what’s coming next? And please tell me, who are you?” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>The text disappeared and the cursor blinked for a few seconds.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“I cannot tell you.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Can’t tell me who’s next or who you are?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Both.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>You’ve got to be kidding me. </span></i><span>“Do you know what you have already put me through? Huh? Do you? Because, last night, I just witnessed my whole entire family get slaughtered by some smiling maniac, and what’s worse is that I got slaughtered too. And now here it is, the next day, and I am somehow alive and breathing! Now, please, ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTIONS!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>The box remained empty for a few minutes. Then slowly, text began to appear. Each word was typed slowly, allowing me to follow along.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“If there is anything you should know about what is going on, mortal, it is that all that has and will happen, you chose.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“What? What are you talking about?!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“You asked and you received. Despite the warning you were given. So respect me.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Oh, come on, really? You call that a warning? You fricken gave me a cryptic message. How was I supposed to know what you were talking about? That wasn’t a warning you freaking bunch of letters. WHO ARE YOU!?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“You still show no respect, and for that. I will no longer speak to you until the next time. After today, perhaps you will learn to choose your words carefully. You will survive longer that way.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>True to its word it didn’t speak to me again that day. (And hopefully tomorrow it will.) But trust me when I say this, I learned my lesson. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>For the rest of that day, I tried to live it normally; I didn’t bother trying to tell anyone what happened because I knew no one would ever believe me. No matter how hard I would try to convince them. I went to my classes as usual and tried to act as though everything was normal. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I was anything but normal. I have no doubt several people were looking at me funny as I sat down in each class. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, looking for anyone or anything out of place. The first couple classes went by normally. I started to relax. I began thinking: <i>Maybe, these nightmarish creatures only attack when I’m at home.</i> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Like I would ever be that lucky.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>The last class of the day came and I was half way through the boring science lecture when I heard it. A girl’s playful but dark singing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Ring around the rosy….”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>My eyes opened wide. <i>Oh, crap</i>. I casually looked around. No one in the classroom was singing, in fact no one seemed to hear it. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“A pocket full of posies…”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Where the heck is it coming from?</span></i><span> I tried to find the source of the singing, but there was nothing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Just as fast as it started, the singing stopped. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>What…? Why’d it stop?</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I didn’t find out.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Later, the moment of truth finally arrived. As I pulled into my driveway, I was dreading what I might find waiting for me. Having my throat slit and drained of blood by Jeff the Killer had been bad enough. How on earth was I supposed to cope with another freak?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>It was six in the afternoon and the sun had nearly set. After what had happened both the first night and at school my mind was in overdrive. I was jumping at the sound of every broken twig, every scuttle in the bushes, and every little squeak made by an animal. In other words, I was completely paranoid.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>When I reached the back door, I peered through the glass. I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary inside nor did I hear anything. Taking a deep breath I entered. <i>So far so good</i>, nothing wielding a kitchen knife jumped out, no sadistic singing greeted me. <i>Huh, maybe I am starting to get just a little too paranoid.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Oh, hi J.!” My sister’s voice greeted me. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Ahh!” I cried as I fell back out the door. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>She gave me a startled look. “Uh, you alright?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Yeah,” I grumbled getting back to my feet. <i>Jeez, I so didn’t need that.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I brushed myself off. <i>Man that was embarrassing. I haven’t even seen what might kill me yet and already I’m nearly dying of fright from my sister!</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Why did you do that?” She asked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“You startled me. That’s all.” <i>No, she did more than startle me.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>She cocked her head, “Since when, do you ever, get startled?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Just now,” I said as I pushed past her. I had no need to explain myself to her. She couldn’t begin to understand what I was going through. She could if she remembered of course.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I quickly went to my bedroom slamming the door shut on my way. After a moment of hesitation, I locked it too. I went back to the computer and tried to see if this Creepypasta freak would answer me. No such luck. <i>Damn.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I didn’t want to be caught unprepared like the last night, so I grabbed my hunting knife. It wasn’t the best weapon to have, once you’ve compared it to the many nightmarish creatures there are online, but it was better than nothing. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Two hours later, it’s 8:00 pm. Nothing has happened. I’m starting to get somewhat relieved. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Maybe just hearing that voice today was all that would happen.</span></i><span> I sure as heck hoped it was.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>To pass the time I started surfing the web trying to get my thoughts off what was happening. After a while, I began to realize it was kind of odd that I didn’t hear anyone moving about in the house. I’m insanely curious at times, I decided to see why. (Don’t worry; I took the knife with me.) I peeked out my door, the lights were off, and there was no movement or noise. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Not good.</span></i><span> I wasn’t going to even bother checking on my parents or siblings this time. I mean come on, look how well that turned out the first night. I sure as heck didn’t want to find them dead for a second time. But I wasn’t going to stay in my room either. That would just be plain stupid. I grabbed my car keys off my desk and headed outside. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span>Bad move.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I had just gotten to my car and was reaching for the handle when I heard it.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Ring around the rosy…A pocket full of posies.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Uh, oh. </span></i><span>I slowly turned around. No one was there; in fact nothing was there, except trees. <i>Wait a minute, trees? That can’t be right. Where's my house?!</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I turned back to my car, it was gone too. <i>Definitely not good.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I was no longer in my yard; I had somehow found myself in the middle of a forest. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Ring around the rosy.” the singing came from just ahead of me.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Well, now I know which way I’m not going.</span></i><span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I began traveling in the opposite direction of the singing. You see, I’m not stupid.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>But neither was this thing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>The singing stopped for a few seconds before suddenly starting again, this time it came from the direction I was headed.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>What?! That’s BS!</span></i><span> <i>Not going that way.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I turned to my right and started heading that way. So did the singing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Alright fine! Left it is then.</span></i><span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>The singing began coming from my left.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” I whispered. “Why is it that no matter where I go, it just keeps ending up in front of me?” <i>Dang it, I knew I should have stayed in my room!</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I was going to have to confront this thing. I quietly slipped out my knife as I slowly approached the source of the singing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>It grew louder, “A pocket full of posies.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Dang it, why is it when someone sings the slow version of that song, it’s scary as Hell?</span></i><span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I pushed through some brush before finally coming to a small clearing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>At the clearing’s center stood the owner of the voice.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>A girl was skipping in a circle, humming and singing as she did. I could have easily mistaken her for a thirteen year old because of her height, but I could tell by her face she was older, sixteen maybe. Her hair was red, matted with blood. Her skin was as pale as the grave. She wore a torn jacket and tank top with bloodstains. Her feet were muddied and bare. Her face, <i>crap. </i>She had blood dripping from her lips and her right eye was covered by her hair. Her left eye was gray and foggy. In the middle of the circle she was dancing in lay a shovel, there was dried blood on its tip. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Oh….crap.” I knew who this was. I had just finished reading her story on Creepypasta seconds before the pop-up had appeared the day all of this started. Her name was Theresa Lair, but she was commonly called by a different name. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Tiny Teri,” I breathed in horror.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>She stopped humming and began to grin at the mention of her name. <i>Uh, oh.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Why, helllooo there,” she giggled. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Why, oh craaappp there!</span></i><span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything, because unlike Jeff, this thing scared me in more ways than his twisted smile ever could. I pocketed my knife before she could see it. I realized it wouldn’t do me any good here. <i>You can’t kill someone who’s already dead.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Would you like to play a game with me?” She asked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Building what little courage I had, “Um…if I say yes, do I get to continue on breathing?” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>She grinned even wider. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“...I’ll take that as a ‘no’. So I’m going to decline. As much as I would love to play with you, I have somewhere very important to be. So again thank you, but no thank you.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Ohhh, are you sure?” She asked in a disappointed voice, her face showing mock regret. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I could only imagine what my face was showing then (Probably pale, with a look of terror to it). </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” <i>Dear God, please tell me I gave the right answer.</i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Like I would ever be that lucky.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“Oh, come on,” She said, “Let’s just play one quick game.” She picked up the shovel and drove its head into the ground before leaning on it. “Here are the rules.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Ugh, terrific.</span></i><span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span> “We will be playing a different version of Hide ‘n’ Go Seek. I’ll count to twenty and you hide. If I find you,” She patted the shovel, “You get to have a talk with Mr. Shovel here, hehehe.” She giggled. “If you try running away, Mr. Shovel still gets to have a word with you.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Oh jeez</span></i><span>. I remembered reading this in the story the day before. She did the same thing to three other guys before me. She told them that the last one she’d find would live. She had lied of course, but she had given that guy a running chance. Unfortunately in my case instead of three guys there was only one, and what’s worse, that “one” was me. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>I am so dead.</span></i><span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>She closed her eyes and began to count.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>“One…Two.”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I didn’t stick around to hear three, I bolted. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>As I ran, I recalled how the three the characters from the original story had done the same. They were dead now. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I grounded to a halt as soon as I was out of earshot of her counting. I couldn’t keep running otherwise she’d just magically show up and bonk me. <i>How far has she counted?</i> I silently wondered. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>How do I get out of this? </span></i><span>I went through the list of things I knew about Teri and how she would pursue her victims. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>She forces people to play Hide and Seek, hunts them, starts singing when she’s close, and then whacks you with a shovel. And as far as I know, no one has ever avoided the whacking part of the list. So what the heck do I do?! </span></i><span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I leaned against a nearby tree, both trying to think of way out of this and listening for her sadistic singing. In a few moments, if not already, she will have counted to twenty and begun looking for me.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>I could try fighting her? </span></i><span>I shook my head. <i>No, stupid idea. I killed Jeff the night before, and look what bloody good that did me. Besides, you can’t kill someone who’s already dead.</i> So what could I do? What were my advantages?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <i><span>Well, I know she’s short. So I have a height advantage. I’ve read the story so I know how she acts. But, I also know nobody ever survives.</span></i><span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>Maybe knowing why she did this would give me an idea.<i> I know she became like this because some sick perverts raped and killed her. So could I reason with her?</i> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I remembered that bloody grin she gave me. I shook my head. <i>Nope, can’t reason. Jeez, I’ve got nothing! All I have is being taller and that’s not goin-</i>.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I stopped and looked at the tree. It was tall; the limbs were just within my reach. I slowly began to smile. I could play her game after all, and I would win. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span>***</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <span>I quieted my breathing when I heard her humming. <i>Oh, good. Now she’s humming “Row Your Boat”.</i> When she reached the tree I had been leaning against earlier, she stopped and looked around. Confusion was written all over her face. I could tell what she was thinking, “Where did he go? This isn’t supposed to happen.”
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