Seven Days Creepypasta

By J.T. All Rights Reserved ©

Horror / Thriller

Log 2

Log 2

Tuesday, February 18th

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: What’s next? 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.

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,

“Who or what are you? And why are you doing this?”

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.

“Oh, come on! Please, just answer me!”


“You can’t do this to me. Just please answer.”

Still nothing.

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?”

I waited.


I sighed, letting my head hit the desk in exasperation.

A beep came from the monitor. My head jerked up.

A dialogue box appeared.

“No, you will not see Jeff again.” It said.

Finally, it talks! “Then what’s coming next? And please tell me, who are you?”

The text disappeared, and the cursor blinked for a few seconds.

“I cannot tell you.”

“Can’t tell me who’s next or who you are?”


You’ve got to be kidding me. “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!”

The box remained empty for a few minutes. Then slowly, text began to appear. Each word was typed slowly, allowing me to follow along.

“If there is anything you should know about what is going on, mortal, it is that all that has and will happen, you chose.”

“What? What are you talking about?!”

“You asked, and you received. Despite the warning you were given. So respect me.”

“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!?”

“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.”

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.

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.

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: Maybe, these nightmarish creatures only attack when I’m at home.

Like I would ever be that lucky.

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.

“Ring around the rosy….”

My eyes opened wide. Oh, crap. I casually looked around. No one in the classroom was singing, in fact, no one seemed to hear it.

“A pocket full of posies…”

Where the heck is it coming from? I tried to find the source of the singing, but there was nothing.

Just as fast as it started, the singing stopped.

What…? Why’d it stop?

I didn’t find out.

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?

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.

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. So far so good, nothing wielding a kitchen knife jumped out, no sadistic singing greeted me. Huh, maybe I am starting to get just a little too paranoid.

“Oh, hi J.!” My sister’s voice greeted me.

“Ahh!” I cried as I fell back out the door.

She gave me a startled look. “Uh, you alright?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled, getting back to my feet. Jeez, I so didn’t need that.

I brushed myself off. 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!

“Why did you do that?” She asked.

“You startled me. That’s all.” No, she did more than startle me.

She cocked her head, “Since when, do you ever, get startled?”

“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.

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. Damn.

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.

Two hours later, it’s 8:00 pm. Nothing has happened. I’m starting to get somewhat relieved.

Maybe just hearing that voice today was all that would happen. I sure as heck hoped it was.

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.

Not good. 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.

Bad move.

I had just gotten to my car and was reaching for the handle when I heard it.

“Ring around the rosy…A pocket full of posies.”

Uh, oh. I slowly turned around. No one was there; in fact, nothing was there, except trees. Wait a minute, trees? That can’t be right. Where’s my house?!

I turned back to my car, it was gone too. Definitely not good.

I was no longer in my yard; I had somehow found myself in the middle of a forest.

“Ring around the rosy.” the singing came from just ahead of me.

Well, now I know which way I’m not going.

I began traveling in the opposite direction of the singing. You see, I’m not stupid.

But neither was this thing.

The singing stopped for a few seconds before suddenly starting again, this time it came from the direction I was headed.

What?! That’s BS! Not going that way.

I turned to my right and started heading that way. So did the singing.

Alright fine! Left it is then.

The singing began coming from my left.

“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?” Dang it, I knew I should have stayed in my room!

I was going to have to confront this thing. I quietly slipped out my knife as I slowly approached the source of the singing.

It grew louder, “A pocket full of posies.”

Dang it, why is it when someone sings the slow version of that song, it’s scary as Hell?

I pushed through some brush before finally coming to a small clearing.

At the clearing’s center stood the owner of the voice.

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, crap. 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.

“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.

“Tiny Teri,” I breathed in horror.

She stopped humming and began to grin at the mention of her name. Uh, oh.

“Why, helllooo there,” she giggled.

Why, oh craaappp there!

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. You can’t kill someone who’s already dead.

“Would you like to play a game with me?” She asked.

Building what little courage I had, “Um…if I say yes, do I get to continue on breathing?”

She grinned even wider.

“...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.”

“Ohhh, are you sure?” She asked in a disappointed voice, her face showing mock regret.

I could only imagine what my face was showing then (Probably pale, with a look of terror to it).

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” Dear God, please tell me I gave the right answer.

Like I would ever be that lucky.

“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.”

Ugh, terrific.

“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.”

Oh jeez. 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.

I am so dead.

She closed her eyes and began to count.


I didn’t stick around to hear three, I bolted.

As I ran, I recalled how the three characters from the original story had done the same. They were dead now.

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. How far has she counted? I silently wondered.

How do I get out of this? I went through the list of things I knew about Teri and how she would pursue her victims.

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?!

I leaned against a nearby tree, both trying to think of a 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.

I could try fighting her? I shook my head. 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. So what could I do? What were my advantages?

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.

Maybe knowing why she did this would give me an idea. I know she became like this because some sick perverts raped and killed her. So could I reason with her?

I remembered that bloody grin she gave me. I shook my head. Nope, can’t reason. Jeez, I’ve got nothing! All I have is being taller and that’s not goin-.

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.

I quieted my breathing when I heard her humming. Oh, good. Now she’s humming “Row Your Boat”. 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.”
I started smiling. Haha! What do you know? Being taller does count for something. I was sitting above her in the tree. It turns out, you could legitimately play hide and seek with a monster and win.

Eventually, she continued on, humming as she went.

Seeing that the danger had passed, I leaned back in my sitting position and closed my eyes. I planned to stay up here until morning, or until she admitted that I won.

Something light fell onto my shoulder.

A leaf, I thought brushing it off. One of the small prices you pay when hiding in a tree, I guess.

Another leaf fell, this time onto my head. Slightly annoyed, I brushed it off.

Another leaf fell, then another, and another. Suddenly there were a whole bunch of leaves falling from above.

What the-? I looked up. “Oh no,” I muttered.

Sitting above me on another branch was Teri.

“Why heellllooo there!” She said in a giddy voice.

“You have got to be kidding me!” I tried scrambling down the tree as fast as I could.

“Oh, careful,” She called down to me with mocking concern, “You don’t wanna fall.”

Yeah, well it beats sitting up there with you!

“Yeah right, you think I can’t climb down a tree?” My foot slipped on one of the limbs, “Oh cr-” I cried out as I fell ten feet.

“Oof”, I landed on my back. “Oh…Jeez…..Did that hurt.” I groaned.

I quickly checked myself over. Fortunately, it didn’t feel like I broke anything, just got the wind knocked out of me. Not so fortunately, I didn’t see Teri in the tree anymore.

Huh!? Where did she go?

“Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies.”

I just had to ask, didn’t I? I quickly sat up, looking around. I could hear her, but I couldn’t see her.

“Ashes, ashes…”

Oh no, I know what happens when she gets to that part of the song. My death.

I had to think of something fast, running wouldn’t do me any good. I did have one idea, but I knew it was a long shot and it probably wouldn’t work.

“We all...”

I have to try.


Here it comes.

“Have you ever got the feeling that someone was watching you? That it tears you apart until there’s nothing left?” I blurted out, closing my eyes.

I expected the shovel to come swinging down and end Log 2 of this nightmare, but it didn’t. Surprised, I slowly opened my eyes. Teri stood with the shovel raised above her head, a few seconds more she would have brought it “down”. There was a look of surprise on her face.

“What did you say?” She asked me. I knew if I had any chance of getting out of this alive, I needed her to keep talking.

“I think you know what I said, but I’ll say it again anyway. Have you ever got the feeling that someone was watching you? That it tears you apart until there’s nothing left?” It was the same question she had asked one of her early victims.

She stood transfixed by what I said. She doesn’t know how much I know about her, I realized.

“I know why you do what you do Teri. And I know that what I’m seeing in front of me right now isn’t the real you.”

She frowned, the shovel slightly lowered. “What do you know about that feeling? And how could you possibly know anything about me?”

“I know a lot. I know that you weren’t always like this. You had a happy life, a good friend, and it was all wrongfully taken from you.”

“That’s something you could have just read from a newspaper article about me.” She muttered and began to raise the shovel again.

“If that were so, could I know about the paranoia you had the whole day prior of your death? Could I know how you felt when Will told you she would be home alone the day you died?”

That did it. She lowered the shovel, gaping.


“Does it matter how I know?”

She opened her mouth to say something, but I didn’t let her have a chance.

“What you are doing right now, Teri, is wrong. You’re doing these things for the wrong reason.”

“You don’t know anything. You don’t know why I do, what I do. I do this because-”

“You enjoy it, and you want revenge for what the three men did to you and to Will.”

She didn’t answer, she just stared.

“Tell me, would she be happy you’re doing this? Happy, that you’re taking your revenge, on the innocent?” I asked.


“But it doesn’t really matter now, does it? I’m here, I hid, and you found me. So who am I to tell you differently? I’m just some nameless soon-to-be victim of yours who knows what happened. Like the fact that the three men who did this to you are still alive and smiling. And the three boys who didn’t do this to you are now six feet under. But then of course you knew that already, since after all, you put them there.”

I could tell she was speechless. To her I was just another victim. She was expecting me to scream, to beg for mercy, to curse her, to do anything, but talk about how she and her friend had died.

For a moment, she just stood there transfixed with a mix of bewilderment and confusion. She didn’t know what to do next.

I did, this was the perfect opportunity to run, to flee while she was hesitant.

But I didn’t. Don’t ask me why. I just felt I had too, because despite her horrific appearance, her sadistic games, I actually felt sorry for her. (Ridiculous isn’t it? Me, actually feeling sorry for a monster.)

“Well?” I asked. “What are you waiting for? Swing-a-way with that shovel! Make Will proud!”

She didn’t. Instead she did the last thing I would ever expect someone who wanted to kill me to do. She cried.

Wow, not the reaction I was expecting, but good either way!

I won’t lie though; the crying did freak me out a little bit. It’s ironic too. You would think an undead murderous monster that was snarling and singing would be a terrifying sight; but an undead monster sobbing tears mixed with blood? Well, that’s something else.

“Go.” She said in the middle of her sobbing.

“What?” Did she just say what I think she just did?

She looked at me with her bloodied tear streaked face, “You heard me. GO!”

Gaping, I clumsily got to my feet. Wait, what I said honestly worked? Thank You GOD!!!!!

But before I went, I just had to ask. “What about you?”

Her eyes narrowed. Her crying suddenly stopped, “I’m going to continue doing what I love. And while I admit, it may not be right. It still does make me happy. Nobody else deserves to run around and live happily.”

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on a minute. What just happened to the crying girl two seconds ago? I thought that meant she wouldn’t keep doing this!

I gulped, “So then why are you letting me go?”

“Because, you’re different. You didn’t care about living. You didn’t run when you had the chance. And what you said was true. So go. You win.”

B-fricken-S! There’s no way that’s the truth. She’s probably going to knock me off like she did to that third guy. Got his hopes up and then killed him.

“Alright.” I said slowly backing away. I quietly wondered, when the time came I’d be able to run fast enough. Once I passed through some bushes, I turned and continued walking. I would have ran away, but I chose to walk instead. Reason being, if she was lying, and probably was, I wouldn’t be out of breath when she attacked.

I walked on for several minutes, keeping an ear out for evil giggling, sadistic singing, footsteps, anything that would warn me that she was about to pounce.

But it never came. Another set of bushes were in my way. After brushing away the clinging branches I found myself back where I had started. There in front of me was my little silver Ford. I looked behind me. The bushes, the trees, the whole forest I just exited were gone and my house was back. It was as though I’d never left.

“Dang. I certainly wasn’t expecting that.” I was completely surprised. I began to laugh. It started out small then grew larger into full blown laughter.

I just did something I thought would be impossible. I just survived a Creepypasta story. I couldn’t stop laughing. Damn it! I deserved a medal or something. What I just did was unheard of!

After calming down a bit, I went back inside and sat down to type all of this.

Which brings me here, I’m back and in one piece.

But it seems my sense of victory will be short lived. Another text box just came up.

It says this, “This story piece was one of the simpler and easier ones. The next five will not be as simple.”

Great, that fricken sucks. Oh wait, it says more.

“On a good note, you learned how to make good use of that tongue. Be sure to do so once we speak again. I look forward to giving your third part tomorrow.”

Oh crap…

“Good Night.”

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