User:Stalkergoat

This is the story, about how I, Alice Blackwell, became the creepypasta I, today am.

Alice Blackwell, is my name. I am 16 years old, and I'm 5'6. Oh, and if you wouldn't know, I'm a female.

I used to write in a diary, but after I became a creepypasta, I lost my diary. Well let's just say that the memories won't leave my mind.

I was abused by my parents, and was homeschooled. I was the only child, and used to play around in the woods alone late at night, when my father was drunk. My mother was a stripper, and my father did allow it, if he could get beer everyday. My father did rape me too, and that is why I've had such a hard time trusting the male kind, in the start. When I went out playing one day, I met Toby. He had the same syndrome as me; Tourette syndrome. When we first met we both kept on twitching and doing tics. None of us dared to say a word. But after many other meetings, I dared to say a little, "hi I'm Alice" and then I ran back home. After several of meetings, I didn't fear Toby, as if he was my father, so I begun a friendship with the boy. After years of being friends, and comforting each other after bad things had happened, Toby didn't show up. He didn't show up for days, so I didn't show up either. My father was mad because my mum had left us; with no money or beer, so he let it all out on Me. He hit me and beat me up. He threw the beer bottles at me, and cut me with knives. I went to her room screaming, and only had a bit power left to lock the door. Luckily I had a bathroom in my room, so there I went and tried to bandage my scars, though I did fail. I fainted because of blood loss, but didn't die. After I woke up, I took out a knife and cut words on my arms like 'slut worthless bitch whore die idiot' and other things mt father had called me during my whole life. I was 11 at the moment. I knew I didn't dare to go back out there to my father, so I did something insane. I stuck the knife into my eye, and cut off my eyelid. I popped the eye out and put in a little crystal ball. Blood flossed from my eye down my face, as tears. But I didn't care. I made a scar with the knife down my eye, from my forehead to my cheek. That night I jumped out the window, and went to other people's houses, and killed them. The next morning I felt like getting revenge.. So I went up to my father with the bloody knife, and stabbed him to death. First of all I cut of his private part. I have had enough of it! Secondly I stabbed him to death. Then I licked off the blood, and picked up his hatchet. I raised it over his head and cut it off. I carried the head with me, deeper and deeper into the woods. I also had the knife, and the hatchet. In the woods I met Slenderman, and he trained me to become one of his proxies. When I finally met the rest of their family, of murderers and psychos, I hadn't realised it was my childhood friend Toby. He realised it was me, and hugged me immediately. I pushed him away, and asked what he was doing. I first tried to kill him, but when he told me his name, I was the one to embrace him in a bone breaking hug. Since then I have been a part of the creepypastas.

I am a bipolar, but those are some of the personalities and feelings I get the most; Immature, Childish, Hyper, Insane, Happy, Mad.

I am single, and have no boyfriend. As people say, NO BOYFRIEND NO PROBLEM. Though, I do have friends. Slenderman, BEN drowned, Jeff the killer, Ticci Toby, Dr Smiley, Masky, Hoodie, and Zero. But I do also have rivals, such as Clockwork, The Puppeteer, Judge Angels, and Bloody Painter. My enemies are the things I hate the most. Zalgo and Offenderman.

My weapons, and fighting methods. Let me teach you somethin'! I have a knife, which I use when I want to carve things into my victims body. After the death of the victim, and I run away, I lick the knife clean. I am pretty much vampire like. I also hates the sun. It blinds me too much! I do have a hatchet, too; which I use when I'm mad, tired or angry. I run to a house and cuts off my victims body parts, and then the head. But that's not how I end it. I takes the head, and brings in home were I puts it on a shelf, in my room.