User:Stalkergoat

I leaned back in my chair, as I logged into my mail account. my friend had just sent me a message, saying I should check my mail. So I did.

I had óne unread mail. I clicked on it, and it opened. What it said, made me feel... uncomfortable.

Maria, I need your help! please, help me! Call the cops or something.. I just received this mail, and I already feel as if someone is watching over me.. I've copy-pasted the mail so I could send it to you. Hopefully this.. Aliswee won't take my head.. Ugh I never liked mails anyways!

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.

Maria I swear I just saw something- someone!! Please help me I'll send this mail as soon as possible and afterwards send you a message telling you to check your mail- I know you never check it unless you know something's there. i just hope you're gonna listen to me- you never do. After All I am your best friend!

I sighed, thinking it was a joke or prank. My friend Elias always pranks me, so I just hope this is a prank too. Otherwise I wouldn't know what to do.

My phone started ringing. I took it, and it said that Elias wanted to FaceTime. Hopefully no clowns or spiders. I am terrified of them!

"Maria!" elias was on my screen, and I just nodded At him. "Yes, Elias?" I simply said. He was shaking, and his eyes never stood still. "What's wrong Elias? You never look like this." he shook his head, and tried to swallow a lump in his throat. Didn't work though. "Sh-she's here.. Alice is here!" He stuttered, starting to cry. "What?" I asked, worried. the next things I saw would be something I could never forget.

A a girl with a hatchet and a crystal ball as her eye, with a scar down her crystal ball-eye, swung the hatchet in her hands at Elias. he held his hands in front of himself as defens, so that was what the girl chopped off. His left hand, I suppose. the look on the girls face terrified me. (Still does in my nightmares..) she kept on chopping limps off of Elias. I was stuck. I stood all still. I didn't know what to do! I mean yes, I should call the cops. But how? Yeah, call 911 on my phone. But how could I look away from the screen on my phone? Should I just end the call with Elias and not know if he dies or survives until the cops will either find his corpse, or him? I Couldn't. I just couldn't end the call. And what if it was a prank? What if it was a prank and he just wanted to scare me because I ate the last piece of pizza? I didn't know.

"hi I'm Alice. Call me Aliswee. Anyways, I'm glad your friend.. Elias, was his name? well, that Elias sent you my mail. Its been so long since I've killed, and I need more heads on my shelf. I got a brand new shining shelf! Did I tell you that, Maria? Also, sorry for your loss.. but we all loose stuff, and things. So don't be mad. oh, before I forget. Please call the cops. and take a screenshot! I really want to be on the newspapers again. It's so funny to go around and kill people. And be famous for it! Anyways I have to go. I have other people on the list, too!

She ended the cal, but I did not take any screenshots. Later on, a week maybe, I got a message from... Elias. Well not exactly. The message read: "so I didn't see me in the newspapers, Maria. I kinda knew you'd be too slow to take a picture, Therefore I took this selfie with Elias' head before leaving the place. Oh, didn't you call the cops? Elias' house seems untouched. Well after my little visit. Haha! if you look through the windows you can see blood splattered on the walls. How did no one notice? it's a riddle of mine, try to guess it!" Then a picture of Alice.. Aliswee, and Elias' head was on my screen. I hurried to drive to the police station, and showed it to them. As we went to Elias' house, the police men said there had nothing happened. I shook my head. "Yes something did happen! Elias my friend got killed!" they looked wide eyed at me. I showed them into the house after they unlocked the door, and into the living room where blood was splattered all over.

"But that's just ketchup!" they said laughing. I couldnt take it anymore. My best friend.. And they laughed! I started to cry, and ran around looking for any clues.

I found a sign, then. "C-come here and l-look!" I shouted at them, they came, and their smiles faded. there laid body parts, such as arms, legs, a hand, two feet, and other stuff, on the floor. A big pool of blood were there too. The sign said "Elias ate a lot of ketchup. No wonder his blood WAS ketchup. Haha, I'm so darn sarcastic! -Aliswee" i tried to read the cops faces.. But to no avail. They were almost poker faces.

"Then.. Then the other sign was just to lead people's attention away. crap!" I looked mad at him. "Explain! What sign?!" I shouted at him. He swallowed, and opened his mouth to start talking.

"well there was a sign outside you didn't see.. It said something like... 'Don't worry I'm a painter who paints with ketchup'. We really didn't know that.. This happened. john didn't we once search for a Aliswee?" the other cop nodded. He must be John. "she's a serial killer and has murdered more than a thousand of people. She's said to take their heads, and put it on a shelf back in her home. Wherever that is." Now I understood.. Well kind of.

i laid in my bed, waiting for her to come. I know she's coming. And that's why I'm writing down on my laptop know. if I don't reach to send this mail to the cops, it will send automatically. Cool right? Anyways.. I've got the riddle. Aliswee came in. Finally. "I think you've figured my riddle, hmm?" I nodded, putting away my computer, but first after writing this down of course! So the riddle.. Well that was the sign saying that people shouldn't worry. That Elias was a painter who painted with bloo-