Creepy Crative

This is a story that I wrote for school. Hens the name of this story. Enjpy!!!!!

Five years ago today the old man in Grimwoods died. Every one in town visited his grave stone which lies just at the edge of Grimsville. It sits alone, on  the side of the road so that whenever anyone passes it they will remember… to stay out of the woods.

Ever since his death the woods have been empty, dark and inhabitable. The old man took very good care of the flowers, trees and animals. Everyone loved him but now, the thought of his death is a thought of pure terror. Because it reminds you that Jackmaster Blue is still roaming around and he could strike at any moment. My name is J.B. and and I had the mispleasure of coming face to face with a cold-hearted, legless murderer… Jackmaster more than once.

Six years ago Grimsville was a happy place where nothing ever went wrong. The sky was always blue, the grass was always green and everyone was ALWAYS happy. Grimsville has always been a small town, there has never been more than 47 people in town at once. The second that one villager dies a new one is born, unless there is a murder. At that moment the bell at the top of the church is rung and everyone runs into their houses in a panicked rush for they do not know who might be next.

The population of Grimsville today is 14. After six years we have lost 33 people, my family included. I live by myself now in an old house in the woods. I hear blood curdling screams in the dead of night which reminds me of the night my mother and father were killed while they were on a romantic walk through the forest. The next thing that I knew the church bell was ringing and everybody was running around to try and find an open door to hide behind. I was scared at first, thinking that just possibly it could be them. The next day, just before noon a police man walked up and knocked on my door. “We found your parents on the trail going through the woods” he said. A morsel of joy arose  inside of me. A small grin fell across my face and, finally I could relax. “Unfortunately they are lifeless”.

All of anything that mattered to me had just disappeared so unexpectedly. I fell to my knees and just sat there with a blank look on my face, unable to respond to anybody’s words of pitty. A single small tear raced down the side of my face. I tried to stay calm I swear, I did but, that was not good enough. I slammed the door in the policeman's face and ran to my bedroom in the attic. I pulled a suitcase out from under my bed and threw everything that I owned into it. Even more tears streamed from my eyes and dripped off my chin. I stopped crying just for a minute, thinking about what if the policeman is wrong. What if they are just sleeping, unconscious or maybe when they saw the two bodies there they thought that they knew who they were, maybe the bodies were so deteriorated that everybody thought that they belonged to my parents. Just then I ran outside.   

Pushing through the policeman and the small crowd of villagers holding flowers and wearing black. Many of them offered for me to stay with them but I ignored everybody. I kept running, faster and faster until I was standing at the edge of the Grimwoods. I slowly and cautiously walked through the forest. Very careful to not catch the attention of a hungry wolf or bear. It felt like I had been walking for hours, my feet hurt, throat dry and my head dizzy. I walked and walked until I could walk no more. Then I saw them. Two bodies just lying there in the middle of the path. There faces were turning a pale grey and their eyes were still, hands clammy and clothes torn. There was a clear stab mark where blood spilled out and turned their clothes red, but they were most definitely my parents.

Thats it I thought I can't take this pain. Everything that I own will just forever haunt me of this day. I took the bodies by the hands and I dragged them into the woods. It took days to dig a hole deep enough to put the two bodies in. Especially because I had nothing but my bare hands to dig it with. I wanted to have my own personal send-off for them. As the weeks went by I started to form a house from the fallen trees and sticks that I had found around the woods.

It had been about three years since I had visited the village. I am 13 now. I love my new home more than I have even my most beloved friends. I never had to be separated from my parents, they are always there. I was always happy. Well That was until I started to see him everywhere. Jackmaster Blue was continuously in my dreams. I was seeing him when I was taking long walks through the forest. Most of the time I only saw his hands as if he was crawling beside me. His hands are so distinct. Cold, grey with long dirty fingernails, there are red marks all over and a fair amount of cuts. Long brown hair hanging down in front of his face and touching his hands as he moves.

Over the past week I have been seeing him even more than I used to. I see him everywhere. As if he is following me. My life is in danger. I can sense it. I saw him again today while I was looking in the mirror it was the most vivid vision that I had ever seen of him, unless it wasn’t a vision. I could actually feel the way that he made the air around me cold and I could hear his voice whispering in my head. I could not escape it. The voice just kept getting louder and louder. Finally I turned around to see nothing but a steel knife lying on the floor beside where my hand hung. There was dark red blood on the tip of the knife. I reached down to pick it up but the second that my hand hit the handle a searing jolt of pain made its way up my arm. I then realized that the blood on the tip of the knife was my own. My shoulder was now bleeding more and more. The dark red colour quickly making its way through my clothes. I had to stop it. I planted my other hand on the ground and tried to stand up but I couldnt. My knees buckled as soon as I was kneeling. I was too weak. So I crawled with one arm to the nearest piece of fabric that I could find wrapped it around my shoulder so tightly that in any other events I would have cut off the circulation to my entire right arm. Then I…

When I woke up I felt different. I was lying on the dirt ground right beside my mirror. The knife lay right where I had dropped it, with crusty old blood covering the top half. I figured that I had been out for about an hour. I reached for my shoulder, no pain. I glanced at the glass of water that I keep on my night side table, it was empty. Now I was scared. Questions of what had happened raced around in my head.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, It had long,dirty fingernails. I jumped to my feet. The hand moved with me. I wiggled my fingers, so did the hand. I could feel that my left arm was twisted up behind my back. I tried to pull it out of the uncomfortable knot that it was in but it wouldn’t move. I turned my back to my mirror to see how I am to untangle myself. Then I saw him, he was standing right behind me so that I could not see myself in the mirror. All I could see was him . His long brown hair covered his back. His hands looked identical to the one that was resting upon my shoulder.  He turned his head and for the first time ever, I saw his face. Pale skin with blue eyes the color of crystal water. Smears of blood across it. My heart started to beat fast. My eyes opened wide then I heard it. The voice that I feared would come back :

What’s wrong boy? Are you scared? Do you think that my face will forever be in your nightmares? Because it will. I will never leave. I shall torment you until you can stand it no more. I will be here until you ask for mercy and even then I shall not give it to you. Be warned boy, I am not who you think that I am. Oh no, no, no, no. I am always closer to you than you think. You know me more than you realize. I have been here your entire life but you have been blind to it. I know where you are, who you are with and what you are thinking at all times. And there is no stopping me. I am just getting started. I will not rest, I will not stop until you have been driven to the point of madness that is even farther than I have achieved. You are in danger. You are ever so vulnerable. You are helpless against my power. I am telling you this now because there is nothing that you can do to stop what has already begun. You will die. You will soon enough be nothing more than a corpse lying on the cold stone ground. You will be no more than a sign to everyone in Grimsville that I am still alive. That I will continue to steal the lives of feeble villagers. I feast on blood and it gives me grave joy to have the smell of death swirling around in the air that I breath. Together we shall create a monster that no one can stop. A monster that everybody must fear. I shall rise to power again. Nobody will see it coming but once we are finished with our work they will all run in horror. For TOGETHER we are the most powerful team on this planet. Everyone will see us in their nightmares. No longer just you will be afraid to close their eyes at night. No longer just you will see visions of me that reach deep into your soul. Is that not what you want?

“ NO” I yell staring into those cold blue eyes. I can feel him wrapping his long narrow fingers around my brain. Capturing my thoughts and forcing new ones in. “I WILL NEVER SIT SIDE BY SIDE WITH YOU, YOU ARE A MONSTER, YOU KILLED MY PAREN…” He cut me off

I did nothing of the sort. You are the one that did that to your poor innocent parents. True I was controlling you but, I did not lay a finger on them. I am not the one that the one that kills the people. You are. When you passed out the day that your shoulder was cut that was me taking control of your body. I am getting stronger and stronger and soon I will no longer need your services. I will kill you from the inside out. I will force you to kill anyone that comes close to you, anyone that helps remind you of who you really are. Like I did to your parents. A question burned inside of me. I tried ever so hard to keep quiet but I just had to know “What is my name?” Your name is… Jackmaster Blue. My jaw dropped. All of this time that I have been seeing his face, his body and hair, have I really been seeing mine? How could I have been so dumb. No wonder I could never see more than his waist down unless I looked in the mirror. No wonder I didn't actually hear him when he spoke. For the last half hour... I had just been talking to myself. I killed my parents? Nothing made sense anymore. I was the cold-hearted, unwanted and feared murderer that lives in the woods. I killed the old man and almost the whole population in Grimsville. No. I did not. The guy who I have been seeing did. If I had actually done any of this then I would have remembered it would I not? I have kept your memories of those events so that this moment could come. If you want I can give these memories back to you. “Sure… why not. Everything else that can keep me sane has already disappeared.” Memories started flooding through my mind of terrible events where I had that wooden handled knife in my hand. I was chasing my friends and as soon as I caught up to them they died. I never watched them die. I ran away because that made me remember about my dear mother and father. My head started to hurt. Pounding and pounding as if a monster was trying to escape my head. I was dying. This monster was killing me from the inside out just as he had promised. My life was soon to come to an end. And there was nothing that I could do about it. I was happy though. For some odd reason I was happy that I was dying. I was being relieved of the pain and guilt that I had been forced to feel. I can see my parents now. Why are you happy boy? I am ridding you of your life and you are happy? Why? I ignored this voice. I was taking control of that voice inside of my head. I knew that somewhere deep inside of me. I was stronger I was more powerful. I was victorious. Even though he was winning and physically and mentally taking over body, my soul was now pure I did not feel guilt or sadness. I felt joy. There was a small grin upon my face that not even the worst of news could make it vanish. STOP BOY! How am I to push you to the point of insanity if you are freeing yourself of all your guilt? Even that I could just barely hear. Soon enough I heard nothing that he had to say to me. I am embracing what my body did. I was a good person that did not deserve to have this unfortunate event occur to me.I slowly started to lower myself towards the ground. I had to sit down. I wanted to be comfortable if I really was going to die. The pounding in my head stopped. I grabbed the glass of water on my bedside table. It smashed against the floor. I was too weak to even hold it. My eyes shut slowly. My heartbeat slowed down. It was barely beating now. That is when I died.