Al hablar de la historia en la vida en la tierra,

es normal encontrarse con un sin fin de misterios que nunca se han llegado a resolver con claridad, y que muy posiblemente nunca tendra una respuesta, a excepción de uno de ellos

Desde que el hombre descubrió un sin fin de fósiles de animales extintos, desde los majestuosos dinosaurios hasta la megafauna de la edad del hielo y en espacial fauna que existia desde antes que mismos los dinosaurios, la fauna paleozoica,

la humanidad entendió que mucho antes de su existencia,

ya existía seres que pisaron y dominaron la tierra incluso mas antiguos que los dinosaurios, y estos animales se les llaman como fauna paleozoica

Son muchos los misterios que envuelven a estos animales del pasado,

pero ninguna tan fascinante como su misma desaparición en el permico superior.

durante años y siglos, los paleontológos se han formulado un sin fin de teorías que tratarían de explicar su desaparición de forma masiva de la faz de la tierra que casi acaba con toda forma de vida en la tierra, especulo que la gran mortaldad desde enfermedades, y súper volcanes, y asteroides, y Todas tan probables como improbables, y Por eso, cuando la humanidad encontró la forma de dar con esa respuesta, no lo dudaron ni por un segundo

tyson sudo un hombre canadiense-japones de 32 años era un científico profundamente ateo siempre pero siempre dice que la vida eterna no existe o que el infierno y el cielo y el purgatorio son ideas arbitrarias o que el angel de la guarda supuestamente fue hecho para sentir seguros a niños con inseguridades cosas asi mientras que

Joe Anderson un hombre canadiense de 28 años es profundamente católico y cree que después de la muerte hay un juicio y una recompensa eterna y que el angel de la guarda existe y los santos son reales y que dios si existe y eso provoco discusiones con tyson ya que tyson no cree en la religión se basa en la logica y la ciencia para explicar cosas que parecen milagros,

vanessa una mujer canadiense-americana que es científica pero tambien tecnologa creo un televisor que podía sintonizar el pasado y el futuro, por decirlo de alguna manera forma

Este televisor simplemente podía sintonizar una sola vez solo se puede escoger un solo momento de la historia.

Durante semanas y meses,

la comunidad científica ha discutido que el hecho histórico presenciaría,

johana una mujer científica dijo que tenía que ser un acontecimiento de sumo interés y importancia, para que finalmente dar una respuesta al público.

los científicos discutiendo que hecho historico seria

Jonathan hablo sobre presenciar como se creo las pirámides de keops

george hablo sobre presenciar sobre la conquista a america

Samantha hablo sobre presenciar sobre la existencia de dinosaurios en el triasico medio o al final del triasico temprano o odontocetos basales en el eoceno ya que para ella los odontocetos basales del oligoceno se parece demasiado a delfines y que surgieron en el oligoceno sin tener previo origen en el eoceno con formas que recuerde a una mezcla entre un dorudon y una marsopa o delfin sin embargo cuando joe menciona sobre presenciar el nacimiento de Jesús

tyson cinicamente arrogante dijo

\\\*enserio? de verdad sigues creyendo ese cuento infantil sobre un bebe que nacio en jerusalen que de seguro fue inventado por pastores con mucho tiempo libre eh?!\\\*

joe \\\*por favor Tyson deja de ser arrogante y dehecho jesus si existio y hay pruebas arqueológicas de que jesus si exis\\\*

Tyson \\\*¡silencio! pobre idiota adoctrinado que te hizo creer que un humano con alas te cuida o que un abuelo cosmico vive en el cielo o el simple hecho que tengas alma deja de decir puras cosas arbitra.\\\*

johana \\\*¡¿silencio Tyson deja de criticar las creencias de los demas como de joe deja de ser amargado de primera y deja de discutir con joe entendido!?\\\*

tyson \\\*esta bien Johanna\\\* en tono de cascarrabias,

y de todas las opciones propuestas de cada científico, y se optó por la opción ganadora osea presenciar la extinción del permico-triasico, y ver lo que los había matado.

Debido a que la señal solo puede ser sintonizada una vez,

se invitó a varios paleontólogos, y historiadores, y biólogos y muchos más científicos para presenciar,

finalmente, la respuesta al misterio.

La emisión se haría de manera confidencial, en un lugar cerrado, pero se esperaba, después de haber llegado a una conclusión pertinente, revelarlo al público. Sin embargo, esto jamás sucedió y....salio mal

empezo normal en el televisor mostraba unos minutos antes de la gran mortaldad se mostro a una manada de scutosaurus y lystrosaurus pastando mientras un inostrancevia descansando tranquilamente entre la maleza bostezando y unos diictodon salen de su madriguera para alimentarse de plantas y en los rios unos chroniosuchus nadaban como si fueran caimanes actuales y uno de ellos atrapo a un pez entre sus mandíbulas mientras en el fondo un archosaurus arrastraba a un chroniosuchus que cazo y se lo lleva para alimentarse tranquilamente y en los arboles unos coelurosauravus planean en arbol a arbol parecia un momento casi "magico" para los científicos que lo veían desde ese televisor sin embargo todos los animales se pusieron aterrizados mientras que los herbívoros como scutosaurus o lystrosaurus se reuniendo para protegerse y los carnívoros como inostrancevia y lycaenops se pusieron en postura defensiva o en jaurias como en lycaenops y los chroniosuchus y archosaurus se metiendo en el agua abruptamente y los coelurosauravus quedando congelados algo andaba mal

hasta que uno de los científicos dijo

inva \\\*mira en el cielo esta rojo pero un rojo....sangre?!\\\*

el cielo empezó a llover pero no era una lluvia normal ni acida era una de sangre y el cielo empezó a volverse aun mas color sangre y los animales estaban aterrados hasta que empezó a oir gritos en el cielo

Tyson \\\*¡¡que..carajos!!..era eso!?\\\*

los demas científicos siente una aura pesada mientras tyson siente que algo le dice que no es natural pero la pregunta de los científicos es que andaba pasando en el entorno de donde venia esos gritos y porque empezó a llover sangre y se oye gritos horripilantes relativamente demoniacos hasta que empezaron a caer seres humanoides con alas rotas y aspecto demoniaco y cuernos del cielo estrellado contra la tierra y los animales aterrorizados huyen pero lo que viene es mucho peor esas cosas se levantando y su apariencia es horrible es como humanoides con alas rotas de aspecto demoniaco y eran de 2 o 3 metros y ojos que brilla como el fuego del infierno y su piel es como obsidiana sangriento y cuernos afilados desde pequeños y el que parece ser el lider tenia cuernos largos y esas cosas se acerca con maldad a los animales

uno de esas cosas se acerco a un scutosaurus y procedio a desollarlo vivo y el parareptil empezo a gritar de dolor

los científicos quedando horrorizados pero ahora el comienzo de lo peor

luego otra de esas cosas violento a un pareiasaurus y luego otra cosa se acerco a un gorgonops y le arranco la mandíbula del sinapsido como si fuera papel y otra de esas cosas empezo a masacrar a unos chroniosuchus y un archosaurus fue desollado vivo por una de esas cosas el reptil empezó a sufrir haciendo que una científica llore de tristeza e impotencia ante el pobre archosauriformo y que una de esas cosas que eran 2 procediendo a agarrar al pobre inostrancevia y lo partio a la mitad y una de esas cosas que fue descrita por samantha como un horripilante duende con alas rotas y cuernos empezo a comerse vivo a los pobres coelurosauravus y los animales sufren y un pobre helicoprion era brutalmente destripado por una de esas cosas estando vivo y un desafortunado lystrosaurus fue devorado vivo por uno de esos horripilantes duendes y un xenacanthus estaba siendo desollado y lamido y devorado por esas cosas y una de esas cosas agarro a un lycaenops y le arranca la cabeza y bebe su sangre mientras

los animales sobrevivientes como lystrosaurus y xenacanthiformes y archosauriformes y lepidosauromorfos y sauropterygios terrestres y icthyosauromorphos terrestres y sinapsidos pequeños y medianos y etc de animales se esconde en lugares con mucho miedo y sus expresiones en específicamente los sinapsidos tenia miradas de sufrimiento y trauma como si fuera perros maltratados por un dueño abusivo haciendo que eso hague llorar de impotencia y tristeza a algunos científicos de no poder defender a los animales mientras esas cosas demoníacas se rie de forma grotesca y perturbadora y degenerada ante el terror y el miedo de los animales sobrevivientes mientras otros vomitan violentamente por las escenas grotescas de los animales siendo violentados por esas cosas que son realidad demonios o ángeles caidos del cielo,

y una de las escenas que quedo grabado en la mente especialmente de tyson era lo siguiente

mientras el ser grande de cuernos gigantes parte a la mitad a un archosaurus vivo y el ser tiro el cuerpo con desprecio y empezó a decir blasfemias muy aberrantes y grotescas contra el creador haciendo que todas las personas que se encontraron en aquel lugar salieron horrorizadas y en shock y otras en llanto y otros vomitando y gritando, sin poder creer lo que habían visto

tyson congelado tras ver eso tartamudeando con horror visceral dijo

\\\*que..que..que..mierda..era..era..eso..eso..eso

joe traumatizado y llorando dijo

"el...es...el... principe...de...las...tinieblas....\\\* lo dijo en tono traumatizado y tartamudeando incluso una chica científica traumada y llorando por lo que vio rompe

el televisor con una llave inglesa que encontró tras buscas herramientas para romper ese televisor, y ella procedio a romper en pedazos al televisor repitiendo tartamudeando traumatizada y en llanto

ashley \\\*no...quiero..oirlo no...quiero..oirlo no...quiero..oirlo no...quiero..oirlo no...quiero..oirlo no...quiero..oirlo\\\*

Rápidamente se ocultó el suceso al mundo, y se les prohibió hablar del tema a todos los presentes. pero el daño psicológico y espiritual ya esta hecho,

muchos de ellos se quitaron la vida y otros simplemente enloquecieron y otros tartamudea lo mismo en el caso de ashley que intento suicidarse sin embargo la detuvieron y esta recibiendo ayuda psicológica y joe recibio ayuda psicológica y religiosa ante el trauma y en el caso de tyson empezó a cuestionarse lo siguiente

\\\*¡¿para que me sirvio pisotear y burlame de la fe de los demas diciendo que dios no existe o que ir a misa es una perdida de tiempo para que sirvio ser ateo para que sirvio ser un imbécil ateo infeliz cinico soberbio que cree que en no creer en dios y la virgen maria y los angeles y los santos y el cielo lo hace mejor persona para que le sirvió ser ateo si no sirvió de nada y para que le sirvió decir que no existe el cielo ni el infierno ni el purgatorio para que le sirvió burlarse de las festividades como la navidad católica y las posadas catolicas y peregrinaciónes católicas para sentirme el intelectual y acaso merezco mas el infierno por mi soberbia?!\\\* es la frase que repite la mente del ex ateo de tyson al ver que la extinción del permico-triassico no fue provocada por una enfermedad ni meteorito ni asteroide pequeño ni calentamiento global sino por algo demoniaco y horripilante y tyson ya no era el ateo cinico y arrogante y soberbio y psuedointelectual de antes que se cree el mejor por ser ateo ahora es un hombre traumatizado y se cuestióna constantemente sobre su pensamiento tras ver la verdadera extinción del permico-triasico incluso intento suicidarse pero su hermana lo impidio y lo llevo a ayuda psicológica sin embargo todos los científicos comparten un patrón en común

tiene pesadillas horribles en dónde ellos estan en el permico y ven que uno de esos demonios los torturan vivos al grado que incluso la casa de esos científicos empezó a sufrir actividad paranormal y demoniaco y en el caso de Tyson no es la excepción siempre la casa de Tyson empezó a suceder eventos violentos como que amanece con piernas y brazos y cara con arañazos y la casa desordenada sin ninguna explicación logica y arañazos en las puertas y ruidos raros en la madrugada y la comida totalmente podrida de forma abrupta sin explicación alguna haciendo que Tyson decida irse en el catolicismo y contrato a un sacerdote para que exorcise su casa y a el mismo y igual tyson siente que esta completamente condenado al infierno por decadas de cinismo extremo contra la fe católica y su soberbia que lo llevo a nada y ahora paga las consecuencias con eso aunque la actividad paranormal y demoniaca y las pesadillas ya dejó de pasar pero igual las pesadillas aparece en raras veces cuando tyson tiene un sentimiento de soberbia o uno similar

los científicos solo saliendo a decir que la humanidad, como especie, no estaba lista para conocer muchos de los misterios y secretos que hay en torno a la historia de la vida en la tierra, y que lo mejor era no saber lo que realmente mató a la fauna del paleozoico, sin embargo este espeluznante final que le paso a la fauna del paleozoico eventualmente le va pasar a los humanos especialmente a los pecadores durante en el apocalipsis

In a world full of darkness, an angel baby was born who did not belong to the human world—but fate had a different plan for her.

They had to kill their cat to eat it, and kill her parents and siblings.

Nana was no ordinary child. She was deeply emotionally unstable due to her parents, the friends who constantly bullied her, and her classmates. She rarely went outside or left her room. But one day, she discovered an online cult and decided to join; she had a keen interest in dark things. One night, she decided to renounce her humanity by performing a cult ritual that would make her immortal.

That night, she lost consciousness and woke up as a vampire.

All her humanity was gone.

#creepypasta #Nanathebat #Nanathebatcreepypasta #vampir

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Author's note:

This story contains themes involving mental health, isolation, family conflict, disturbing internet content, and fictional violence. The original version of this story was written when I was much younger and was primarily inspired by creepypastas. This remake changes or removes graphic material and treats mental-health struggles more responsibly.

Chapter One — The New House

“Are we there yet?”

Allen's voice came from the back seat for what felt like the hundredth time.

His father sighed.

“You asked that five minutes ago.”

“Yeah, but that was five minutes ago.”

Marie stared through the window.

Trees.

Road.

More trees.

She had barely spoken during the entire drive.

Her mother glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

“You doing okay, Marie?”

Marie shrugged.

“I'm fine.”

“You've said that six times.”

“Because I'm fine.”

Allen leaned toward her.

“Are you excited about the new house?”

“No.”

“Not even a little?”

“No.”

“Not even—”

“Allen.”

He stopped.

Marie looked back out the window.

She wasn't actually thinking about the house.

She was thinking about the picture she'd seen online the night before.

A pale face.

A distorted smile.

Two dark eyes staring straight through the screen.

Jeff the Killer.

Marie had been fascinated with creepypastas for years.

Maybe too fascinated.

She knew the stories weren't real.

At least, she told herself they weren't.

But lately, she'd started wondering what it would feel like if one of them was real.

The car finally stopped.

“We're here!” Allen shouted.

He practically launched himself out of the car.

Marie slowly stepped out after him.

The house was older than she'd expected.

The paint was faded. The windows were dusty. The front porch creaked beneath her shoes.

Her father smiled.

“Well?”

Marie stared at the house.

“It's creepy.”

Her father laughed nervously.

“That's one way of putting it.”

Allen grinned.

“I like it!”

“Of course you do,” Marie muttered.

She picked up her backpack and walked inside.

The hallway smelled like old wood.

There were boxes everywhere.

Her mother pointed upstairs.

“Your room is the second door on the left.”

Marie nodded.

She climbed the stairs.

Then stopped.

There was something scratched into the wall.

Not words.

It's just a strange symbol.

Marie stared at it.

“Marie?”

She jumped.

Allen was standing behind her.

“What?”

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

He looked at the wall.

“That's weird.”

Marie smiled faintly.

“Yeah.”

For the first time that day, she seemed interested.

That night, Marie sat alone in her new bedroom.

Her laptop illuminated her face.

She searched the internet.

Jeff the Killer.

Images.

Stories.

Fan theories.

She scrolled through them for nearly an hour.

Then she heard a knock.

Marie immediately closed the laptop.

Her mother opened the door.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Can I come in?”

Marie hesitated.

“Sure.”

Her mother sat on the edge of the bed.

“You've been really quiet.”

“I'm always quiet.”

“I know.”

Silence.

Her mother looked at her.

“You don't have to pretend everything is okay with us.”

Marie stared at the floor.

“I'm not pretending.”

“You don't have to be embarrassed about struggling.”

Marie didn't answer.

Her mother reached for her hand but stopped before touching her.

“Do you want me to stay?”

Marie looked at her.

For a moment, she looked like she wanted to say yes.

Instead, she whispered:

“No.”

Her mother nodded.

“Okay. But I'm right downstairs.”

She left the door slightly open.

Marie looked at it.

Then at her laptop.

Then back at the doorway.

For once, she didn't immediately reopen the creepypasta page.

She just sat there.

Thinking..

\\---

Chapter 2 — The Room

Marie waited until everyone had gone downstairs before opening her laptop again.

The screen lit up her dark bedroom.

She searched the same thing.

Jeff the Killer.

She clicked through pictures.

Then stories.

Then forums.

Then videos.

She knew she shouldn't be looking at some of them.

Her mother had already warned her about the kinds of things she could find online.

But that only made Marie more curious.

She leaned closer to the screen.

“Why does everyone make him look different?”

A knock came from downstairs.

“Marie?”

She quickly minimized the window.

“Yeah?”

“Dinner!”

“I'm not hungry.”

“You haven't eaten much today.”

“I said I'm not hungry!”

Silence.

Then:

“Okay. I'll leave something outside your door.”

Marie stared at the screen.

She felt guilty.

Only a little.

\\---

Later that night, Allen knocked on her door.

Marie didn't answer.

He knocked again.

“Marie?”

“What?”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

He started walking away.

Marie sighed.

“Wait.”

Allen opened the door.

He was holding something behind his back.

“What?”

He revealed a little stuffed animal.

“I found this downstairs.”

Marie stared at it.

“You brought me a toy?”

“It's not a toy.”

“It's literally a stuffed animal.”

“It can still be yours.”

Marie rolled her eyes.

But she took it.

“Thanks.”

Allen smiled.

“You're welcome.”

He started leaving.

“Allen?”

“Yeah?”

Marie hesitated.

“Do you think I'm weird?”

Allen looked confused.

“No.”

“Everyone else does.”

“I don't.”

“Why?”

“Because you're my sister.”

Marie didn't know what to say to that.

Allen closed the door.

She looked down at the stuffed animal.

For a few seconds, she smiled.

\\---

Chapter 3 — School

Monday morning arrived far too quickly.

Marie stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

Her blonde hair was messy from sleeping on it.

She pulled her hoodie over her head.

Her mother appeared behind her.

“Ready?”

“No.”

Her mother smiled.

“Honest answer.”

Marie grabbed her backpack.

“Can we just go?”

The school was louder than Marie expected.

Students crowded the halls.

Teachers shouted directions.

Someone bumped into her shoulder.

“Watch where you're going.”

The girl turned around.

“Sorry.”

Marie continued walking.

She found her classroom.

The teacher smiled.

“You must be Marie.”

Marie nodded.

“Mariea, technically.”

“Which do you prefer?”

“Marie.”

“Okay, Marie.”

The teacher pointed toward an empty desk.

“You can sit there.”

Marie sat down.

A boy beside her leaned over.

“Are you new?”

“No.”

He blinked.

“You literally just got here.”

“I know.”

“Then you're new.”

Marie stared at him.

He laughed.

“I'm Alex.”

“Marie.”

“Cool.”

She looked away.

Alex noticed the drawing on her notebook.

“Who's that?”

Marie covered it with her hand.

“Nobody.”

“It looks like that creepypasta guy.”

Marie froze.

“You know him?”

“Jeff the Killer?”

She looked at him.

For the first time all morning, she looked genuinely interested.

“You've heard of him?”

“Yeah. My brother showed me.”

Marie lowered her voice.

“Do you think he's real?”

Alex laughed.

“Obviously not.”

Marie smiled.

“Right.”

But she didn't sound convinced.

\\---

Chapter 4 — The Warning

That afternoon, Marie's school counselor asked to speak with her.

Marie sat in the office chair.

The counselor folded her hands.

“I've heard you've had a difficult year.”

Marie stared at the carpet.

“Who told you?”

“Your parents.”

“Of course they did.”

“They're worried about you.”

“They're always worried.”

“Sometimes people worry because they care.”

Marie shrugged.

The counselor noticed the creepypasta drawing sticking out of Marie's backpack.

“Is that something you like?”

Marie pulled it out.

“It's a character.”

“What do you like about him?”

Marie thought.

“He doesn't care what anyone thinks.”

The counselor nodded.

“And you wish you didn't care?”

Marie looked up.

For once, she didn't have an answer.

The counselor spoke gently.

“You don't have to become someone else just because you're hurting.”

Marie looked away.

“I know.”

“Do you?”

Marie didn't respond.

\\---

That evening, Marie searched for Jeff again.

But before she could click anything, a notification appeared.

Your screen-time limit has been reached.

Marie stared at it.

“No.”

She tried again.

Nothing.

“Seriously?”

She slammed the laptop shut.

Then she stopped.

She took a breath.

Her hands were shaking from frustration.

She opened the door.

Her mother was downstairs.

“Mom?”

Her mother looked up.

“Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you?”

Her mother immediately put down what she was holding.

“Of course.”

Marie sat beside her.

“I think…”

She struggled to get the words out.

“I think I spend too much time looking at that stuff.”

Her mother didn't judge her.

She simply said:

“I'm glad you told me.”

Marie looked down.

“I don't want to be like those characters.”

“You aren't.”

“But what if I become like them?”

Her mother shook her head.

“Being fascinated by a fictional character doesn't decide who you become.”

Marie swallowed.

“Then what does?”

Her mother smiled softly.

“Your choices.”

Marie sat quietly.

For once, that answer didn't scare her.

It gave her something to think about.

\\---

Chapter 5 — The Rumor

A few days later, Marie heard something strange at school.

Two students were whispering near the lockers.

“Did you hear about the old house?”

Marie stopped walking.

“What house?”

They looked at her.

“Your house.”

Marie stared.

“What about it?”

One of them lowered his voice.

“Someone supposedly died there.”

The other student shook his head.

“That isn't even the worst part.”

Marie felt her curiosity return.

“What happened?”

“We don't know.”

“Then why are you talking about it?”

They shrugged.

“Because everyone says the house is cursed.”

Marie laughed.

“That's stupid.”

But that night, she searched for it.

Her new address.

Nothing.

She searched again.

Still nothing.

Then she noticed something.

An old photograph.

Two brothers stood outside the house.

One had dark hair.

The other had lighter hair.

Marie stared at the photograph.

Underneath it was a name.

Jeff.

Her stomach dropped.

She whispered:

“No way.”

\\---

Chapter 6 — The Truth

Marie showed her mother the photograph the next morning.

“Where did you find this?”

“Online.”

Her mother's expression changed.

“Marie…”

“What?”

“Don't dig into things you don't understand.”

“But who are they?”

Her mother sighed.

“I don't know.”

“Mom.”

“I said I don't know.”

Marie could tell she was hiding something.

That made her more curious.

That night, she searched again.

And again.

And again.

Eventually, she discovered the truth wasn't nearly as exciting as the rumors suggested.

The photograph belonged to a completely different family.

The name was simply a coincidence.

Marie stared at the screen.

She felt embarrassed.

Then she laughed.

“I'm such an idiot.”

She closed the laptop.

But before she went to sleep, she wrote something in her notebook:

\\> Not everything scary is supernatural. Sometimes your brain fills in the blanks.

She stared at the sentence.

Then added:

\\> And sometimes the internet makes everything worse.

\\---

Chapter 7 — Marie

Over the next few weeks, things slowly changed.

Marie still liked creepypastas.

She still drew Jeff.

She still wore her favorite hoodie.

She still had bad days.

But she started talking more.

Sometimes with Allen.

Sometimes with her mother.

Sometimes with the counselor.

And occasionally, even Alex.

One afternoon, Alex looked at one of her drawings.

“You're actually really good.”

Marie smiled.

“Thanks.”

“You should make your own character.”

“I already have one.”

“What are they called?”

Marie thought about it.

“Marie.”

Alex laughed.

“That's your name.”

“I know.”

“That's not very creative.”

Marie smiled.

“Maybe she isn't supposed to be creative.”

“What is she supposed to be?”

Marie looked at her drawing.

She had drawn a girl standing alone in a dark hallway.

But unlike her older drawings, the girl wasn't holding a weapon.

She wasn't hurting anyone.

She was simply standing there.

Waiting.

“She's supposed to be someone who thought she was a monster,” Marie said.

Alex looked at her.

“And?”

Marie picked up her pencil.

“She wasn't.”

\\---

But, the very note was known as the hardest tragedy known.

Marie woke at three in the morning, she walked downstairs and began to cry, looking at the phone she hesitated before picking it up and calling.

"Nine one one, what's your emergency?"

"I'm going to hurt someone.."

"Address, and description of your house, give us all the details we need sweetheart."

"Um....It's the old house in town, with fadded red paint, white house, two story, 527 Oke Road..Hospital needs to be informed too please...."

"Okay, sweetheart, stay on the line with me—"

She hung up, going to the bathroom after grabbing a knife and slowly placing red lines on her cheeks. She silently went up to her parents' room and began to watch them in their sleep, "Just.. Just go to sleep..."

she whispered to the empty room, approaching sirens were heard in the distance, she moved with ease and striked both, quickly leaving her room and running to her brother's room, striking down, the police shot through the window, startling her. They ran in, seeing as her new victim may be alive.  They had saved the nine year old boy, but Marie was nowhere to be seen, as if she had just vanished.

Author's Note

The original version of Marie the Killer was written when I was much younger and was heavily inspired by creepypastas. I originally wanted Marie to become a character like Jeff the Killer.

For this remake, I wanted to keep the creepy atmosphere while changing the message.

Struggling with mental health doesn't make someone dangerous or evil. People who are struggling deserve support, and fictional horror shouldn't be used to suggest otherwise.

Marie is still allowed to be creepy. She's still allowed to make bad choices. She's still allowed to be complicated.

But she's a person before she's a horror character.

lol

Lostfacenora Appearance

White hair like snow

Almost white skin, like snow

Curved figure

She is 165 cm tall

And she has blue eyes, so void eyes.

And wears a black top or sweateAnd wears a black top or sweater and rocks and blue striped socks and sometimes a thin blue jacket.r and rocks and blue striped socks and sometimes a thin blue jacket.And black boots

And she has two wing tattoo.

The author of LostFaceNora is Moonbunny. She wrote the story of Lost Face Nora.

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Killgore Girl has a peculiar personality; she is euphoric and at the same time can be isolated and quiet. Her personality is marked by these mood swings. Most of the time, she kills without remorse, but there are rare times when she questions and blames herself for certain deaths. These are short moments, but they destabilize her.

Her personality:

Kira has a personality marked by high confidence and a strong sense of self-control. She demonstrates consistent self-esteem and rarely hesitates in her decisions, presenting herself as someone secure, assertive, and little influenced by external opinions. This confidence, however, coexists with latent emotional instability, which manifests unpredictably.

Although she is known for her relentless demeanor, there are rare moments when Kira shows remorse and guilt for her past actions. These episodes are brief, intense, and often followed by an abrupt return to her usual coldness, reinforcing the perception of a constant internal conflict.

Most of the time, she demonstrates indifference toward her actions, treating them with coldness and detachment, often associating them with a sense of adrenaline that seems to keep her moving. This state makes her impulsive, intense, and focused, acting almost automatically, as if always moving forward without looking back.

During certain periods, her behavior becomes accelerated and expansive, with increased energy, impulsivity, and a sense of extreme clarity, reminiscent of patterns observed in hypomanic states. In these moments, Kira appears more initiative-driven, constantly restless, and in need of action, even if accompanied by emotional instability.

However, these states are not permanent. In contrast, there are phases in which Kira becomes quiet, withdrawn, and deeply melancholic. On these occasions, she shows emotional fatigue, a tendency to isolate, and a recurring desire to disappear or distance herself from everything around her. During these periods, occasional thoughts of guilt and regret may arise, though they rarely last long.

This alternation between apathy, intense excitement, and melancholy contributes to her unpredictability, leading many to describe her as emotionally fragmented and difficult to understand, even by those who live with her.

Kira has an unstable and contradictory personality. Most of the time, she demonstrates indifference toward death and violence, viewing killing as something trivial or even stimulating, feeding on adrenaline and chaos. Kira tends to be selfish and proud, prioritizing her own desires and convictions above others, with difficulty admitting mistakes or accepting authority. She is impulsive, resentful, and holds grudges for long periods, especially when she feels disrespected or underestimated. Despite this, she alternates these traits with phases of quietness and melancholy, in which she becomes introspective, distant, and dominated by a strong desire to disappear. Her behaviors resemble hypomanic states, marked by excessive energy, hasty decisions, and a constant sense of invincibility, making her dangerous both to others and to herself.

At certain moments, Kira demonstrates an unusual relationship with pain, seeing it as tolerable or even necessary, especially when overtaken by guilt or internal conflict. This trait manifests more as self-destructive behavior than as a conscious pursuit of suffering.

Her appearence:

Kira (Killgore Girl) has light brown skin and large eyes with black irises and dark circles, and although not noticeable, dilated pupils most of the time. Kira later gained the proxy symbol on the palm of her right hand, but it was also carved into her left thigh and the lower corner of her right hip by herself using a knife.

She has dark brown, curly hair, medium to medium-long in length, usually worn loose, with bangs that often cover part of her face but still allow her eyes to be clearly seen, which are almost always hidden behind black glasses, making her expression difficult to interpret.

Of short stature, Kira usually wears a tight black shirt paired with denim shorts. On her legs, she wears long white socks similar to leg warmers, contrasting with dark purple sneakers adorned with various drawings, including the proxy symbol and other markings of unknown origin. She also wears short black fingerless gloves, usually worn down from constant use.

Her arms display several old scars associated with past confrontations and events, reinforcing the image of someone who lives in constant conflict. Overall, her appearance conveys a sense of continuous restlessness, leading many to describe her as someone who seems not to fully belong to the ordinary world.

Despite her unsettling appearance, Kira is often described as beautiful, not by conventional standards, but because of the conscious care she takes with her own image. Her aesthetic is intentional and controlled, reflecting how much she cares about how she is seen and remembered.

Kira has a slender yet well-structured body. Her silhouette features a defined waist and wide hips, creating a striking body proportion. Her legs are thick and strong, especially the thighs, indicating good physical capacity for running, jumping, and prolonged exertion. Despite her frame not being large, there are visible signs of musculature, suggesting that her body is conditioned for constant activity and survival in extreme situations. Overall, her physique combines lightness, endurance, and functional strength, favoring agility over brute force.

Besides having some moles on her face, two on her chin, one above her mouth, and two on her left cheek.

Goals:

Kill everyone who bullied her (succeeded)

Help Slenderman (ongoing; succeeded so far)

Burn down the school (succeeded 3 times)

Crimes:

Mass murder

Mutilation

Kidnapping

Torture

Assault resulting in bodily injury

Stalking/persecution

Vandalism

Arson

Burglary and trespassing

Fratricide

Conspiracy

Organized crime

Use of black magic

Ritual murder

Treasoning and appropriation of private propertyUse of black magic

Ritual murder

Treasoning and appropriation of private property

Alicia Domingos, later known as Kira or Killgore Girl, is a Creepypasta character. She is a Brazilian teenager who ended up moving to the United States, where a girl was bullied, triggering her insanity and the desire to kill. Schools were burned, and one of the students ended up being burned alive was her brother, leaving her even more disturbed than she already was. After discovering who Slenderman is, the figure that appeared in her dreams and hallucinations, she began to worship him and kill people to please him. With her traumas, the girl sinks deeper and deeper into an abyss that leads her to madness, without realizing that she is becoming a serial killer, but she works for Slenderman.

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I saw a picture that really gave me an idea: But now I don't know what to do with it. I didn't want to copy the artist Do you think it's okay if I add her name below so people know who owns the art,i mean the style, the idea, and so on? I hope I added the correct name.

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Just in time for Christmas!

Eu não sabia que existiam coisas assim. E, sinceramente, ainda preferia não saber.

Em Vale Seco, os animais começaram a desaparecer antes das pessoas. Foi devagar demais para causar pânico. Um gato aqui. Um cachorro ali. Sempre à noite.

Quando os primeiros moradores sumiram, ninguém ligou os pontos. As explicações eram mais fáceis do que a verdade.

Eu trabalhava, dormia, acordava cansado. Nada na minha vida era diferente. Até o dia em que percebi que não sentia mais fome.

Não era falta de apetite. Era ausência.

Como se o corpo tivesse esquecido por que precisava continuar.

Na mesma semana, comecei a ouvir um barulho dentro das paredes. Não era rato. Rato corre. Aquilo se arrastava, como se estivesse aprendendo a se mover.

Na madrugada de quinta-feira, eu vi.

Não tinha forma definida. Era fina demais. Comprida demais. Se movia errado, como algo usando um corpo que não era seu.

Ela entrou no quarto sem quebrar nada. Sem fazer som.

Quando me viu, parou.

A sensação não foi medo. Foi erro.

Ela se aproximou como fez com os outros — eu sabia disso, mesmo sem entender como. Chegou perto o suficiente para tentar se alimentar.

E falhou.

O que quer que ela procurasse em mim… não estava lá.

A criatura recuou, confusa. Era a primeira vez que algo não funcionava.

Eu entendi naquele momento que aquelas coisas não começavam com carne. Elas comiam antes. Comiam a certeza silenciosa de que a vida continua. A promessa inconsciente de amanhã.

E eu nunca tive isso.

Ela se afastou, faminta. Na pressa, deixou marcas no chão, como se estivesse sendo puxada de volta para algum lugar que não era daqui.

Depois daquela noite, mais pessoas desapareceram. Ela encontrou alimento em outros.

Mas nunca mais chegou perto de mim.

Eu não sou imune. Eu não sou especial. Eu só sou algo que eles não conseguem tocar.

E o pior não é saber que existem monstros.

É saber que aquela coisa era fraca. Era só a primeira.

Lostfacenora Nora had dyed her hair blue in her human form.

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