Stasy The Killer
October 31, 2024 at 2:00 AM
Could you ever imagine that madness is contagious, and that it can overwhelm especially impressionable people with a rather fragile psyche? And as a result, even the most seemingly modest girl will turn into a merciless monster, thirsty for blood. In October 2016, on the eve of Halloween, all of America learned about a new sadist. The first thing people thought, looking at her appearance, was another fangirl of Jeff The Killer. But it was worth not judging by appearance, but dropping a little deeper, and it became clear that she was even worse than a monster.
It was a normal night shift. Yes, there are two maniacs in the city, but this happened at the police station for the first time in many years: a girl suddenly burst into the building, she looked about eleven or twelve years old. She was all out of breath, sobbing and screaming all the time:
— «She killed her!»
The attendant brought her water and a sedative pill. The girl, recovering a little, told her story.
— «We lived with my mother together. I slept very soundly tonight and, perhaps, that’s why I didn’t hear her screams… But something abruptly woke me up… some kind of chill. The window in my room was open, but I wasn't cold. I just got goosebumps, because I had a premonition of something bad… I slowly got out of bed and suddenly saw that someone was standing behind the curtains. I was terribly scared, it was a girl…»
The girl's voice began to tremble.
— «I lifted my head to see her face… I wish I hadn't done that. This face! Those sadistic blue eyes were glaring right at me! And she didn't blink!!! Well… she blinked, but very rarely, and there was blackness around her eyes. The face was unrealistically white, and this smile… I'll never forget it in my life: her cheeks were like torn, they were cut in the form of a Cheshire Cat smile or something like that. She stood and looked at me. My legs became wadded up, I lost track of time. It seemed to me that an eternity had already passed, but then the girl put her hand to her mouth and hissed, and then said: «Go To Sleep». A simple phrase, but from her lips it sounded so ominous. She came out from behind the curtains and I could see her. She had long hair, I can't make out the color because it was dark. But it wasn’t black, rather dark brown. She was dressed in black jeans and a white hoodie. At school, the guys told me that many years ago a similar incident happened to some boy — he was also attacked by a maniac in exactly the same clothes and with a similar smile on his face and he told him the same phrase… I was attacked by a girl. Or rather, she was going to attack, but I panicked and ran out of the room. I ran faster to mom’s bedroom, but what I saw there…»
Her voice was hoarse, and then she burst into tears, and cried for another five minutes before continuing the story.
— «Mom was dead. That psychopath killed my mother!» — the girl jumped sharply from her chair and screamed, but the kind policeman calmed her down and sat her back, and she continued her story:
— «And then I turned around and saw the writing on the wall. It was written in capital letters: «I WANNA BLOOD!» The inscription was red. I was in such shock that I didn’t get it right away… I just now began to realize what she wrote it with — not with paint, but with blood. Sir, she wrote this with my mother's blood!»
The girl covered her face with her hands and began to cry again.
— «She chased me, but I jumped right out of the open window and rushed to you here. While I was running away, I heard her malevolent laughter. Oh, I'll never forget that hysterical laugh, her crazy look and that psychopathic smile! Hurry up, catch her!»
Of course, when the police came to the girl's house, the killer was no longer there. It was decided to send the child to live with her grandparents. All the next day they supported their granddaughter as much as they could. Her story once again stunned the whole area. And the day after this interview, the girl was found dead, her body was gutted, there was no heart inside. There was the same phrase on the wall — I WANNA BLOOD!
All the newspapers wrote that two maniacs were operating in the city, and they urged people to immediately contact the police if they saw Jeff The Killer or his newly minted student.
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The Origin of Stasy The Killer
Anastasia Blackwood at first glance was no different from her peers until the age of fourteen. The girl was the only child in the family, Sophie and Max Blackwood loved their daughter very much. She inherited dark brown hair from her mother and brown eyes from her father. She had no friends at school, she was very worried and complexed about this, but she didn’t show it. She had no one to go for a walk with, to unwind. She simply didn’t know what it was like to go to the cinema or to the mall with friends. She preferred to sit in her room and read something, draw, watch various films and TV shows and listen to her favorite music. But one day, at a transitional age, she found a hobby that replaced her communication with real people. In March 2015, she got carried away with Creepypasta, and literally in a month she read a bunch of scary stories. Stasy plunged headlong into a world of horror, bloodshed and pain, just like any other teenager at her age. At that time, Creepypasta was just at the peak of popularity. The girl loved to indulge in horror movies as a child, but she didn’t know that there are many fan clubs and websites for horror lovers like her. The girl didn’t leave the house for a month, she studied the biographies, appearance and fate of various pasta monsters. She just loved reading different stories, but her favorite was «The Origin of Jeff The Killer». Stasy re-read this particular story every time with such excitement and anxiety, but at the same time with amazement and admiration, as if she was a witness to the events described there. Every time she read Jeffrey Woods' story, Stasy felt a strange attraction to him: the desire to be with Jeffrey at that moment and try to help him somehow, or, even more strangely, to be in Jeff's place… It was as if something snapped in her head at the moment when Jeff became like a walking inferno. Stasy sincerely worried about him, because when she read the story for the first time, she didn’t know how it would all end — whether Jeff would survive in the fire or not, and this just increased the excitement. When Stasy read his story for the tenth or twentieth time, she knew the ending very well, but her heart whatever bled. «Jeff couldn’t answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff’s mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back into the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn’t look at them. He couldn’t see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt…» — «Oh, my dear Jeff, if I had been next to you at that moment…» — Stasy lightly touched her palm to the monitor, which had an image with Jeff. Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, but her father knocked on her door just in time. — «Anastasia…» — «Dad, I've asked you a hundred times already — don't call me by my full name». — the girl quickly wiped her eyes and smiled sweetly. — «Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I forgot…» — «And tell my mom. I'm Stasy. Neither Anastasia, nor Stacy or Stacey, but namely Stasy! I just like this combination of letters more — S T A S Y — that's all». — «Okay, baby, whatever you say». — the parents didn’t understand the oddities of their daughter, but decided that it would pass with time. — «So, what are you watching there?» — her father looked at the monitor and saw on the screen a cosplay for the most popular hero of horror stories. He was no longer inferior in popularity to Slenderman, but adults can’t understand this. — «Oh, my God! That Joker again!» — «Jeff The Killer». — Stasy corrected. — «I don't care what his name is! Cut it out. Mom doesn't like your new hobby either. You spend hours sitting in your room and watching it's not clear what». — «Well, it's… a lot of guys in my class are also into it and…» — «…And at the same time they manage to study diligently and live a real life, unlike you! Come on, get ready for school, or you'll be late». Stasy didn't really like her school because she was often bullied by her classmates. In general, the class was decent, it didn’t come to fights, but due to the fact that Stasy was modest, she was often insulted, and she couldn’t rudely answer or send them — she was well-bred and believed that it was better to remain silent than to get into an argument. Somehow she graduated from the eighth grade and decided to arrange a holiday for herself during the summer vacation. Stasy went to a clothing store and bought herself a new hoodie, exactly the same as Jeff The Killer's. The joyful girl was walking home, but her parents arranged a showdown, because for the first time in all this time they decided to search the Internet for a Creepypasta and were just horrified by what they saw. — «Stasy, we need to have a serious talk with you. We understand you have a special period now when you want to seem cool, fearless and even dangerous to some extent, but… this Creepypasta… it's a whole bunch of maniacs!» — said the father. — «Well, yes. These are horror stories». — «Stasy, this is not just a horror stories!» — the mother was indignant. — «This is a manual for maniacs! Just ready-made methods of murder and bullying: for example, I’m horrified by the story about the killer with a watch face in her eye!» — «Oh, I've read it, but I'm not particularly interested in it. I like the most…» — «I know who you like! Did you buy this white hoodie in honor of him?» — the mother pointed to the new clothes in her daughter's hands. — «I forbid you to visit these sites! You're too young for that, that’s final!» Stasy started to talk, but stopped herself, knowing that she couldn’t do anything. Whenever her mom said something, it was final. She walked up to her room and plopped down on her bed. She sat there looking at her ceiling when suddenly, she got a weird feeling. Not so much pain, but… a weird feeling. Firstly, it was a feeling of deja vu, as if somewhere she had already read word for word about the feeling she was experiencing now, and secondly, she shuddered, remembering that the same words sounded in «The Origin of Jeff The Killer», which means that she now began to experience exactly the same feelings like him. One thing pleases — the summer will end soon, and she will go to school again. For the first time in her life, Stasy wasn't afraid to go there. She promised herself that she would just find a way to scare her classmates if they dared to touch her again. She didn't like how it sounded, but she couldn't figure it out verbally, so she promised herself that one day she would learn to fight or just scare everyone to death exactly like Jeff does. A new school year has arrived. Stasy put on a black t-shirt and skirt, black stockings with pink stripes, gathered her hair into a ponytail, tying them with a chic black bow. And over the t-shirt she decided to wear her new white hoodie with a zipper. Her parents stopped reminding her that she often dresses like Jeff and seemed to have already forgotten about him, and Stasy was very happy about that. The girl decided not to give a reason for a scandal in the family once again, so she didn’t show her new craft to her family, but just decided she would keep it in her school locker for the entire school year. At night, Stasy sewed a plush doll. She held it in the palm of her hand and gently whispered: — «My Jeffy-doll». And it seemed to her that he could hear her. She always addressed this doll like that, and later sewed a couple more similar ones. So the girl had an imaginary friend who accompanied her everywhere. She had fun and enjoyed being with Jeff, but Stasy had to admit — she was afraid of him… because she was… a real fangirl. Not the kind who have flooded the entire fandom, who are in love with Jeff, who are supposedly his girlfriends or even brides. She was a true fangirl who dreamed of one day becoming his protégé, his disciple and eventually his follower. At that time, she didn’t know that there were other girls like her in Creepypasta, and even if she had known, she wouldn’t have cared, because the more followers, the better for her Idol. Stasy always sat at the first desk, because she didn't have very good eyesight, but in the ninth grade, the girl began to sit at the last desk, because she started wearing lenses and now perfectly saw everything that teachers write on the blackboard, even from the other end of the classroom… The girl with brown eyes now began to wear blue lenses, because that's the color of her Idol's eyes… She became bored with her studies and everything that was happening around her. The only subject she loved was Physical Education. Until the ninth grade, like all the other girls, she couldn’t stand PE and constantly shirked classes, but recently quite frightening thoughts began to appear in her head. — «If you want to become a Killer like me, then you have to be in good physical shape». — Jeff kept saying those words to her. And in the end, under his psychological pressure, Stasy not only began to attend every Physical Education lesson, but also additionally trained herself: on weekends in the morning she went for a jog, then worked out on the simulators together with the coach, that is… together with the Idol. It seemed to her that Jeff was next to her and that he was teaching her, but she was alone on the playground. Deep down, she still understood that Jeff The Killer was not around, but the real paranoia began at night, when it was time to… — «Go To Sleep!» — «I'm coming, my Idol!» — Stasy whispered in response to the emptiness, went to bed… — «Go To Sleep…» …and instantly fell asleep. On the eighth of December 2015, she turned fifteen years old. It was getting cold outside, and Wisconsin is far from a warm state, you see, so she could no longer flaunt in a skirt and striped stockings, which she was very happy about, so she put on black trousers and that very new hoodie again. Stasy had a lot of hoodies in a variety of colors in her wardrobe, but her favorite was a white hoodie, like Jeff The Killer’s. Since her parents didn’t allow her to read scary stories in huge quantities, and Stasy needed something to keep herself busy, she began to play horror games quite often. Her favorite game was «Jeff The Killer: Mad House», where it was necessary to escape from Jeff from a mental hospital, but before that to collect eight notes that are perfectly familiar to all horror lovers. Stasy wasn't playing to collect all of Slenderman's notes. She might even have passed by some kind of note, because she wasn't looking for them at all, she was looking for… Jeff. She wanted to see her favorite hero at least in a horror game. Stasy could play for an hour, two, even played once during class, and after such games, the feeling that Jeff The Killer was somewhere nearby intensified. By the middle of December, the girl had stopped distinguishing between the real world and the Creepypasta universe, and it seemed to her that Jeff was really somewhere nearby… Suppose he’s killing somewhere in Wisconsin, because it was written about in the newspaper back in 2006, but it seem to Stasy that Jeff is watching only her all the time. Walking around the school, Stasy Blackwood saw a guy in a white hoodie and with rather long dark hair. She stared at his back for a long time and thought it was Jeff until he turned around, and then girl realized that it was just some guy from the eleventh or twelfth grade. After this incident, the visions only intensified. Stasy now began to see Jeff's face everywhere, she saw Mr. Woods in the crowd. She communicated with him in whispers, and sometimes mentally, and soon stopped realizing that all Jeff's answers sounded only in her head. And then, for the first time in her life, a terrifying question sounded in her head: — «I wonder how bad is the pain from the fire?» Stasy could spend hours looking at photos of burned people, studied the various stages and degrees of burns. All these people in the pictures outwardly reminded her of Jane Everlasting, but she wanted to see an absolutely opposite character in them. — «Did none burned, doused with bleach at the same time? None but you, my Idol?» — Stasy looked at the plush Jeffy, who had a snow-white face. — «I'm one of a kind. Aren’t I Beautiful?» — «Yes, Jeff, you're beautiful!» — Stasy could pronounce this phrase, or rather scroll it in her head several times a day. And every time the girl was full of confidence that she was telling the truth, and not flattering, because she truly thought Jeff was handsome. The girl also collected newspaper clippings and kept them in her album. «In the state of Wisconsin, the city of Madison, another corpse was found in one of the houses, there were cuts in the form of a smile on his cheeks» «The charred corpse of a man was recently found in the same Madison, Wisconsin. It is known that the sadist set fire to a man, and then he put out the flame himself, but he was too late — the man died. However, the maniac didn’t stop there — he managed to carve his trademark smile on the burned face of the corpse!» «Another victim of the infamous Jeff The Killer, who was given a second nickname by the media — The Terror of Wisconsin, has been found. This time the victim is a thirteen-year-old teenage girl. The maniac didn’t burn her, but brutally tortured and killed her, leaving a smile on her face. The girl's mother is now in the hospital with a nervous breakdown, the father is preparing for the funeral…» And so on and so forth. The newspaper could have devoted two or three pages to Jeff. Stasy cut out only moments about the Idol, and details about the condition of accidentally surviving victims or relatives of the deceased were of little interest to her. — «Hey, you blockhead, are you dreaming about this psycho again?» — The voices of real people suddenly pulled Stasy out of her imaginary world. Classmates could afford rude statements about her, because they knew that she wouldn’t be able to answer them with anything — there were many of them, and she was alone. The most harmful girl in her class was called almost the same as Anastasia's mother, and it really annoyed her. Sophia was from a very rich family. Stasy, and other girls in the class often wondered why the daughter of a rich dad was studying at an ordinary school with the most ordinary children, with beggars, as she sometimes called them. Everyone liked Sophia outwardly — she was blonde with blue eyes, but she infuriated everyone with her character — a rich bitch who always spoils the lives of the most modest and poorest children at their school, because she is sure she will get away with everything. — «A typical Barbie doll. Freak!» — Stasy said about her, but she couldn't say that to her face. And none could, and didn’t want to for one simple reason — Sophia's parents are very rich and influential people, and God forbid anyone will offend their dolly with a bad word: at best they will get expelled from school, at worst it's scary to even imagine what could happen. Therefore, everyone preferred to be friends with Sophia, or rather, everyone just curry favor to her from the first grade, so it didn't feel like friendship. Everyone except Stasy, which is why they became bitter enemies, but Blackwood endured the bitch's antics for many years. In the end, even if Stasy would have rebuffed her, then the Blackwoods are not so rich that they can then pay off Sophia's family if something happens, and the blonde is not stupid, she could lie to her parents, she could tell them such a thing that they really had the opportunity to get Anastasia expelled from school, and the hell Stasy will prove the truth later, and all the witnesses will be silent, because everyone is afraid for their own skin. Stasy has been under a lot of stress lately: at home, her parents are getting on her nerves because of Jeff, at school, Sophia is always provoking conflict. — «You're my only friend in this world…» — Stasy was sitting on the windowsill in the girl’s room holding a plush Jeffy in her hand. — «Hey, why are you sad, my friend? Come on, scare this bitch, and the whole school at the same time». — «Yeah, I would like to, but how?» — «Well, let’s do this…» After one lesson, when some of Stasy’s classmates went to the girl’s room, they saw a note in one of the booths. It said: «HELP ME». Sophia abruptly tore it off and said: — «Hey, it's Slender's note!» — «Cool!» — her friends said and laughed. Soon, all the students of Madison High School began to find notes of the Faceless Monster everywhere. By Christmas, Stasy had become anonymously popular: everyone knew that someone was arranging a horror game around school, but none knew that the quietest girl in the ninth grade was doing it. Stasy continued her quest in the New Year 2016, after the Christmas holidays. Everyone got so carried away with Slender's notes that they even stopped teasing her for a while, but then Stasy clearly overdid it: she started hanging notes every day, and people soon got tired of this game, so they just saw the note and didn't tear it down. Stasy started to get angry when Slenderman's note was hanging in the most visible place, and none had torn it off for a week or two. And then she heard Jeff The Killer's voice again: — «Force 'em! Make them rip it off». Then the idol dictated what exactly the girl should do, and at the big break everyone saw the inscription on the wall:«Can you find my notes? The note is here!»
The words were written in black marker on a white wall, and the teachers didn't like it, to put it mildly. The surveillance cameras that day were turned off in that place and couldn’t capture the intruder. However, by February, everyone finally stopped being interested in Slender's notes, everyone returned to normal life. One day during lunch, Stasy discovered that she had forgotten to take a fork, and she had to go get it. When the girl was returning to her table, she bumped into Sophia, who, looking at the fork in Stasy’s hand, made another mockery her: — «Just don't stab yourself with this fork!» Stasy had that strange feeling again — the desire to hurt a living being. This Sophia’s phrase was perfectly suited to arrange a fight, and not just a fight, but a real massacre with a fatal outcome of the offenders, as happened in Jeff's story, but this time Stasy’s rational thinking took over. Not to say that she reacted adequately. Outwardly, she didn’t show aggression, but human feelings and thoughts are also, in a sense, a reaction… and Stasy's thoughts were terrible at that moment. — «I'd rather stab you!» — she whispered. Sophia didn't hear, well, let it be, but someone else did… And for him, such thoughts of Stasy were the most beautiful in this situation, because you don’t become a murderer in an instant, it happens gradually: first, the desire to cause pain, a la «strange feeling», then terrible thoughts, and then it will come to bloodshed — Jeff knows that. Stasy had lunch and again had a dialogue with Jeff. The guys from other classes looked at the strange girl with apprehension, classmates once again didn’t miss the moment to laugh at her, but Stasy was so carried away by the conversation with Jeff that she didn’t notice anything and none around her. By the way, she no longer understood that Jeff was not there. — «You must choose your own phrase. Well, your catchphrase, you know, like Creepypasta heroes». — «Go To Sleep?» — «You will say this much later, when I bring you to the final stage. Do you understand? And now you need your own phrase, and preferably one that scares everyone. What are you thinking about the most lately?» — «I wonder how bad is the pain from the fire?» — «So, what else? Something more terrifying and truly beautiful. So that, having seen this phrase, none of them dared to touch you anymore. What have you been thinking about for the last six months? And you also need to decide what your name will be in my world… Ha-ha-ha! Do it for me, fangirl! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!» And by the end of the school day in the girl’s gym locker room, a red inscription was formed on the soft green wall, in capital letters:«I WANNA BLOOD!»
And the signature at the bottom:«Stasy The Killer was here»
Little strange Stasy Blackwood continued to scare people for a couple of months. Yes, this time classmates and students from other classes looked very worried and puzzled. Moreover, Stasy was so crazy that she slipped a threatening note into Sophia's purse. It said: «You're next». But, fortunately, the hooligan girl appreciated such humor and didn’t throw tantrums. But now the ninth grade is one step closer to the solution — the mysterious Killer is in their class, but everyone has already forgotten that once she not only wrote that she wanted blood, but also left a signature on the wall, so they couldn’t remember her name. They knew that it seemed to start with the letter «S», but in this case there are quite a few suspects in their class: Stella, Sarah, Stanley, or Sophia herself staged a prank. Yes, it seems that such a fashionista as she can’t be so fanatical about horror films to do something like that at school. They also immediately ruled Stasy off the list of suspects, because: — «Such a modest and quiet girl is incapable of doing something like that. She couldn't even answer when she was insulted, and she certainly wouldn't have the guts to throw a note to Sophia — to the terror of our school!» — they counted and said it out loud right in front of Stasy, and she, quietly standing aside, smiled insanely, listening to compliments from an imaginary friend. — «Do you see how you scared and confused them? And now they have no time to mock you, now they will wonder until the very spring break which of them arranged this. They will also quarrel among themselves. Well done!» — Jeff The Killer praised her. He didn’t like to praise some fangirl, but Woods, a smart guy, was not bad at psychology and understood that if for every bad deed he complimented the girl obsessed with him, then he would drive her crazy much faster. But the fun ends sooner or later. After spring break, Stasy wrote her phrase again in two or three classrooms and completely forgot that security cameras were working at their school. Previously, its was sometimes turned off, it also happened that the cameras could work in the corridors, but not in the classrooms, and vice versa. But in connection with recent events, the director gave an order to turn on the cameras throughout the territory of school and not turn them off. He also asked the teachers to carefully observe the students and try to figure out the vandal themselves, but what was everyone's surprise when, after viewing the video, the teachers saw the culprit of the chaos. — «Stasy Blackwood?! It can't be!» — her class teacher gasped. The other teachers were also at a loss, because Stasy was so modest that sometimes she was even embarrassed to answer in class, while knowing the correct answer. — «The most diligent student! Always neat and polite, in nine years she has never been seen in fights». — another teacher said. The teachers gathered a whole pedagogical council because of Stasy, and the unsuspecting girl was happily returning home in anticipation of the next summer vacation. The pedagogical council decided to call Stasy's parents to school and hold a conversation with them in the presence of a school psychologist to decide how they should proceed. As soon as Stasy entered the house, her father immediately got a call. They didn't really explain anything to him, but only told him to come to school with his wife urgently. — «Well, tell me what you've done? We're being called to school because of you». Stasy’s pupils narrowed sharply. She didn't know what to answer, but she hoped to the last that she wouldn’t be caught, but deep down she understood that sooner or later she would have to stop scaring people. While her parents were at school, Stasy once again turned to Jeff for advice, who promised that she would soon be one step closer to him if she did one thing… — «Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood, have a seat. I need to show you something». — The director turned on the recording from the surveillance cameras. Stasy’s parents looked carefully and asked in surprise: — «What is it?» — «This is your daughter. Mr. Blackwood, she writes on the walls». — «Oh, my God! We’ll definitely scold her…» — the mother said, but the teacher abruptly interrupted her: — «No! No way!» Sophie was even flinched by such a loud voice. — «Well, Mrs. Blackwood… I understand this feeling: when you just found out that your child has done something, you first of all want to yell at her, but you can't do that». — The lovely lady finally spoke in such a calm and pleasant voice. — «Excuse me, who are you?» — Max asked. — «I'm a school psychologist». — «Of course, she had conflicts with her classmates, but I always stood up for her». — said the class teacher. — «You see, vandalism has been going on for the fifth month, it started in mid-December…» Stasy’s mother clutched at her heart. — «And I called a psychologist here, because there is a good reason for that. The fact is that Stasy writes on the walls not simple phrases. She writes about what she wants… blood! And she constantly writes that someone named Jeff is beautiful. I don’t understand this at all, but our psychologist clearly wants to talk to you about a lot of things». Sophie blushed with shame for her daughter, Max sat frowning. — «She was carried away by some abominations, and I don’t even know how to explain it…» — said the mother, but the psychologist interrupted her: — «Creepypasta. Your daughter is very interested in various scary stories on the Internet, and it seems like her favorite character is Jeff The Killer. Mrs Blackwood, I understand your concern, but you need to talk to your daughter». — «We banned her from Creepypasta sites last summer. We thought a year had passed and she forgot about this Jeff». — said the father. — «Ah, that's clear. Forbidding a teenager to get involved in a horror genre is one of the worst options. Mrs. Blackwood, according to statistics, 80% of teenagers whose parents have a negative attitude towards creepy monsters just becomes murderers. In 2013, an incident occurred in Chicago: a teen girl killed her stepmother because she forbade her to love Laughing Jack. As a result of the ban, this Jack became her imaginary friend and started whispering terrible things to her, you know? And the same thing happens everywhere, it's just that it's customary to keep silent about such cases. Creepypasta is generally harmless, but you should talk to Stasy». — «I have no desire to discuss some psychopath with my daughter!» — the mother said. — «Well, you think you have protected her, but in fact you have protected yourself from Jeff. You don't read about him, you don't see him, you don't think about him, and it seems to you that your daughter lives the same way while she walks around the school with a plush doll in the form of this Killer and talk to emptiness». — «What?! Oh, my God! What are you hinting at? That Stasy was already hallucinating?» — «I'm not a psychiatrist and I can't diagnose your daughter, but I can help you. Take this,» — the psychologist handed Stasy’s parents a piece of paper, — «This is the phone number of a very good my friend, a qualified psychiatrist. And now go home, but in any case don’t make a scandal! Remember: teens who are so passionate about horror have an extremely unstable psyche and can do something that you don't expect in any way. The main provocateur for them is you, or rather, your raised voice. If the situation gets out of control, just call this number. The doctor will come and have talk to your girl». — «Thank you». — Stasy’s parents left the school, and the mother immediately said: — «I’ll kill her!» — «Honey, they just explained to us… Well, look: what if Stasy really has problems with her head and she needs help. In this case, by making a scandal, you will only make it worse for both her and yourself». But Sophie was furious. — «How can you be so calm, Max? She shamed us for the whole school. All her teachers and classmates have know about this for a long time. Surely they also told their parents about everything. How can I look neighbors in the eye now? We are decent people, not drunkards, we spent all her childhood giving her time and attention… We had took her to various clubs and sections so that, if not at school, then at sections she would have friends. I forbade her to get involved with all these killers and monsters, because I'm very worried about her… I didn't do it out of spite, but to protect her. Why do we need such a punishment?» Max was silent. He understood both the feelings of his wife and the feelings of his daughter, and was torn. When the parents came home, they saw changes in their daughter's appearance — Stasy dyed her hair black and made her bangs on her right side, like emo teens. The girl made a ponytail, tying her hair in a white bow and bought new stockings — this time black and white. They paired better with a black skirt and a white sweatshirt. And, by the way, she also bought a new hoodie — also white, but this time without a zipper, one that could fit a kitchen knife in the pockets… — «Stasy, what are you doing?! Do you understand why we were called to school?» — the mother started screaming right from the doorway, not even paying attention to Stasy’s new hairstyle. — «Yes, he told me it would all end there…» — «You're a juvenile vandal! Why did you write such terrible things at school?» — the mother continued to shout, not even listening to her daughter's words. — «Wait, honey», — her husband interrupted, — «Stasy, who told you and what he told you?» — «Jeff The Killer… He knew you would find out sooner or later…» — «You!..» — the mother's eyes bulged. She was speechless. — «Stasy, there's no Jeff around you and there never was». — the father spoke in the most calm voice, but suddenly the girl began to rowdy. — «No! He's here! And he was always by my side all this time! Are you blind? There he is — standing behind the curtain and hears everything!» Max Blackwood went to the window in Stasy’s room and carefully opened the curtain. His daughter was so emotionally and convincingly assured that Jeff The Killer was nearby that he even believed her for a split second. Okay, but what if this maniac got to her? After all, he also lives in Wisconsin, and also in Madison, and lately the newspapers often write about him and show the bodies of his victims in the news… But there was none behind the curtain. — «Well, young lady, what do you say this time?» — «There he is! Dad, can't you see him? Can't you see him?!» Stasy could clearly see Jeff's silhouette near the curtains. He stood and silently drilled her with a stern look, then put his finger to his mouth and said: — «No need. Don't try, Stasy. They won't see me anyway. None but you will see me! Ha-ha-ha!» — Woods laughed, but it wasn't a hysterical laugh. It was a joyful laugh, meaning that he had brought his ward closer to another stage of insanity. — «But why?» — Stasy suddenly burst into tears. She really couldn't understand this phenomenon: she sees Jeff, sees his face, his smile, his bloody knife, hears his voice, and everyone else doesn't. She didn't want to accept the fact that Jeff wasn't around and that she was hallucinating. — «What «Why»?» — parents were scared that their daughter was talking to emptiness. — «It's… you’re all lying! Jeff is here, standing right in front of me! Confess it already! You're afraid of him, that's why you're rejecting him…» — Stasy paused and clutched her head. — «My Idol is just playing hide and seek!» — she whispered, and the words brought a strange little smile to her face. Then the girl laughed and abruptly pulled a knife out of the pocket of her new hoodie. — «Oh my God! Honey, hold her while I call the psychiatrist». Max was afraid to get close to his daughter and watched with horror as Stasy mutilated herself — she made cuts on her right arm. — «Why is she holding a knife in her left hand and cutting her right? She's right-handed…» — he whispered so softly, but Stasy heard him. — «Because my left hand is too beautiful to cut — my Idol's name is carved on it!» — Anastasia lifted the left sleeve of her hoodie, and her parents saw the inscription on it — «Jeff Woods». Then the girl burst into hysterical laughter. The mother was pressing buttons on her phone in a panic. — «Hello! Is this a psychiatrist? My name is Sophie Blackwood. You were recommended to me by the school psychologist… Hello! My daughter is crazy! Help me, please! She cut her hands, and now she's standing there waving a knife». Parents locked the door in Stasy’s room. The girl continued to laugh. She took a plush doll out of her pocket and whispered: — «You see, I managed to scare them! Ha-ha-ha!» — «Bravo!» — Jeff The Killer stood nearby and clapped his hands. — «And now… Kill them!» And Stasy hit the door with all her might. The girl broke the door off on the fourth or fifth attempt, but by that time the psychiatrist was already on the way, and the girl was immediately grabbed by the orderlies. — «Hey, what's going on?!» — Stasy seems to have started to recover, but it's too late. — «I'm sorry, sweetie, but you're going to be in the sanitarium this summer». — the mother had also calmed down and spoke barely in a whisper. — «In what sanitarium?! Do you want to dump me in a madhouse for the summer? I hate you!» — Stasy started having seizures again, the doctors gave her an injection, and she began to fall asleep. Her vision blurred, everything swam before her eyes: the orderlies, her parents… And Jeff was also looking at her. — «Go To Sleep». — the last thing she heard, this time Jeff was stretching his catchphrase for quite a long time. The girl woke up in a white ward and in a straitjacket. She was still wearing a white bow, a black skirt and striped black and white stockings, and a black bang covered her right eye. — «Wait a minute… And where did they put my white hoodie?! Hey, let me out!» — Stasy shouted. A man came. He introduced himself, but Stasy didn't remember his name. — «I’ll be your doctor. So, I've already talked to your school psychologist. She said that you are being chased by a local psychopathic maniac, our famous Mad Joker and The King of modern horror stories. I know him well, because his surviving victims often come to me with a nervous breakdown. And I also know him personally, because this guy was lying here twice a long time ago — in 2007 and in 2009 at the age of fourteen and sixteen, and both times managed to escape from us! Where Jeff The Killer is now, we have no idea, but this man is still terrorizing our city, and he is not someone who should be worshipped». Stasy’s eyes widened and a smile appeared on her face. The girl slowly got up and went to the doctor. She ignored everything the doctor said, everything except that Jeff The Killer had once been treated at this hospital. — «Was my Idol lying here? In this very ward?!» — «Miss Blackwood…» Stasy laughed again, this time her laugh sounded even crazier than at home, but she still lacked some scary notes in her voice to repeat Jeff's laughter. The orderlies quickly ran into the ward and injected the girl with another dose of sedative. After a while, Stasy came to her senses. She was calm, but she was still smiling strangely: her smile was insane. The psychiatrist assessed her condition and realized that it was better not to mention Jeff in the presence of Stasy once again, because she has some kind of abnormal, wild reaction to this seemingly common name in America. It had only been a week of summer vacation, but it seemed to Stasy she had spent an eternity in the asylum. She was very bored. Her phone and her plush dolls were taken away from her. Every day she talked with a psychiatrist. It was the same thing every day: she tried to convince him that Jeff The Killer was still somewhere within the walls of this hospital. Then she said that he had run away both times and never came here again, and that she had read about it in some old newspaper. Then she swore again she had seen him in the corridor. — «Stasy, first of all, you're a kid. And, judging by everything that happens, you risk remaining a child further. You see, you're not developing. You're going to be sixteen this winter, aren't you?» — «Well, yes». — «You were attracted to Jeff at the age of fourteen, and you still haven't grown up. Believe me, in adolescence, every year is like five years of development. Now you should be interested in completely different things, but you've been marking time in one place for almost two years. Your parents think you will play enough and grow up, but… This is a sad experience of Jeffrey Woods». — «What are you talking about? Do you know anything about Jeff? Tell me, what kind of patient was he?» — «He was very violent at night, just like you. But he was quite calm and reasonable during the day. God only knows what he was thinking about in our sessions. He rarely spoke, and if he started talking, he swore that we would all fall asleep. And his development was stopped at the level of a thirteen-year-old teen, and you risk repeating his sad experience». Stasy let out a nervous laugh. — «Stasy, other patients complained that you threatened to kill them too… and you used exactly the same phrases as Jeff: «you'll all fall asleep forever», «I'll make you beautiful», and all that sort of stuff. Tell me, why are you doing this?» — «To make my Idol proud of me». — «Tell me, do you see Jeff?» — «Sometimes. But more often than not, I feel his presence, and in such moments I feel safe». — «Interesting… And when Jeff is not around, do you feel the danger?» — «No… it's just that when he's around, I feel comfortable. I finally have a friend. Yes, you all think he's imaginary, but I don't care about your opinion!» — the girl raised her voice. — «It's called a tulpa». — the doctor said calmly. — «What?» — Stasy also calmed down a bit. — «A tulpa is more than just an imaginary friend. A tulpa is an autonomous pseudo-hallucination». — «What does it mean?» — «Autonomous is means independent, that is, Jeff doesn’t depend on you. He may come or go against your will. You can’t even think about him at this moment, but he’ll come to you, and then, as you say, you’ll feel his presence. Pseudo-hallucination is means that you don't see him, but only try to see him. And it's a very fine line, Stasy… so I'm beg you: tell me the truth… Do you see Jeff, or do you imagine you see him?» Stasy was already crazy enough, most of the time she had chaotic thoughts in her head, but at the psychiatrist's appointment she promised herself and Jeff not to say too much. And since none believes that Jeffrey Woods is here, then it's not her problem. Stasy turned her head to the side and quite clearly saw Jeff sitting next to her. She’s exactly saw him. A bit of common sense told her she would be diagnosed with hallucinations if she told the truth now. So the girl decided to lie. — «No, I don't see him». — «That's great, Stasy! You're on the mend. I see the pills are doing you good. I'll let the paramedics take off your straitjacket. If you continue the treatment in the same way, then perhaps by the beginning of September you will return home». Jeff taught Stasy to pretend and take advantage of everything. She has learned not to show her emotions, and sometimes even Jeff himself can't do it. The doctors didn't know that Stasy hadn't actually taken a single pill in three months — she spat it all out and hid it in a pillowcase. And what's more, she promised to dye her hair back to dark brown. The parents visited their daughter and were very happy about her progress. — «I dyed my hair brunette to look like Jeff, but you cured me. Really cured me, doctor, and I no longer aspire to imitate him. And to prove it, I will return my natural hair color, start wearing different clothes, and not just jeans and hoodies… if you will discharge me, of course». Stasy really seemed normal, she stopped rioting at night and threatening patients from neighboring wards. At the end of August, the happy girl returned home, but none could imagine what lay ahead for her… It was a new school year, and Stasy was going to go to the tenth grade. The girl, as promised, dyed her hair for the beginning of her studies. On the first day, she wore a black t-shirt and jeans, black «converse» sneakers. In the presence of her parents, she decided not to wear a white hoodie, but put it in her bag. Also, the girl took what Jeff asked her to. She was remember their conversation in the hospital. But then the events of this morning seem to have been erased from her memory… — «Good luck at school!» — the parents said, the mother kissed her daughter on the cheek and waved after her. Stasy went to school and looked at the Idol's name carved on her left arm all the way. It was as if she was not walking quite of her own free will, as if someone forced her to go there. When she came to school, she put on a white hoodie and, putting her hands in her pockets, tightly gripped the knife. Walking through the school corridors, Stasy bumped into Sophia and her gang again. Classmates shunned Stasy. The whole school knew that this girl was in a psychiatric hospital in the summer. — «Oh, look who's here! Well, did you like being in a mental hospital?» — Sophia started provoking her. — «Sophia, I think we should leave her alone. Look, she's kind of retarded after the pills. It seems she was stuffed with something there». — Sophia’s friend said, but the blonde didn't stop. Stasy promised herself not to get involved in the conflict, but she had never felt this strange feeling so much. — «Why are you silent, you blockhead? Have you swallow your tongue? At least once in ten years, answer something already. Don't be silent!» At that moment, something snapped especially strongly in Stasy’s head. The rational thinking seemed to be leaving the girl. She caught that strange impulse again, that irresistible desire to hurt a living being. And this time she liked how it sounded. — «Shut the fuck up!» — Stasy didn't seem to know what she was doing. She didn't notice how she took a knife out of her hoodie pocket and stabbed Sophia with it. Everyone was shocked. Classmates instantly jumped back. The blow was not fatal, but Sophia was really scared of Stasy for the first time in her life and even decided she wouldn’t touch her anymore and wouldn’t tell her parents or teachers about what had happened. Both Stasy and Sophia, in a sense, experienced a shock and were reborn in their souls. They were changed: Stasy has finally gone crazy, and Sophia really realized that it will be more expensive for her to get involved with mentally ill people, and then even rich parents wouldn’t save her. Stasy ran off to the school cafeteria. The bell for the lesson rang. Sophia’s wounds were not very deep. — «She just left me a little scratch. Don't worry, guys. But I won't go near her again. It seems that she really went crazy because of this Jeff, and she was not cured at all in the psychiatric hospital». Everyone left for class, and Stasy hid in the kitchen. She didn't understand why she had come here. Jeff told her he wanted to meet her in the school kitchen, where students are not allowed to enter. There was none around, silence. — «Jeff The Killer, are you here? Answer me!» — «Hey!» Stasy whirled around and couldn't believe her eyes. There was no limit to her happiness when she saw who was standing in front of her. Stasy had seen Jeff before, but he was always standing somewhere in the distance, and now for the first time in her life she saw his face so close… — «Oh, Jeff The Killer, I've been waiting for this meeting for so long! It’s a great honor for me to talk to you». — «Are you sure there are no witnesses?» — «Yes!» — Her eyes widened in happiness. She had never heard Jeff's voice so friendly and peaceful. She couldn't see the madness in his eyes now. It seemed that all the madness from him was transferred to her. — «Jeff, I'm so glad to see you! And I'm so worried, my thoughts are already confused… Help me, please!» — «Hah! A friend will always help a friend, right? So I'm going to do the same. Tell me, Stasy… Aren't I Beautiful?» — Jeff took a step closer to the girl, now this crazy light flashed in his eyes. — «Jeff, you're beautiful! I swear to you that I’ll not betray or leave you. You're my only friend, and I… I admire you more than anything in the world!» Jeff The Killer's student held a knife in one hand and vodka in the other. She put the bottle on the table and ran her finger along the blade of the knife. The girl smiled and giggled nervously. Stasy was very worried, because The King of Creepypasta was standing in front of her, but she didn’t even suspect that she was completely alone in the kitchen… She was waiting for an answer from Jeff, but for some reason she didn’t hear. He just put his finger to his chin and looked mysteriously at his fangirl. There was a long pause in the air, which put Stasy in an awkward position, but the girl gathered her courage and continued: — «Oh, Jeff, if you knew my admiration! Let me touch the beautiful!» Stasy slowly brought her hand up to his face. She closed her eyes and smiled nervously again. The skin on Jeff's face felt like a leather bag: tough, rough, not at all as smooth as Stasy had seen it on fan arts on the Internet. It should have repelled her, but it attracted her even more as a result. Jeff was waiting this little miss tell him something else interesting. — «I know you want me to go to sleep…» Jeff shook his head in satisfaction. — «…But I'm already like in a dream. I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life!» — Stasy felt her knees tremble slightly with excitement. Of course! After all, it's not every day she has such realistic hallucinations that she doesn't just see, but can also touch them and feel them. — «Jeff, make me the same beautiful face, please! Give me your smile… give me your beauty…» Jeff The Killer's eyes suddenly widened. How many people has he gave a face like his own face, but no victim has ever asked him to do it herself. The maniac burst into hysterical laughter. Stasy stood and watched admiringly. She could listen to Jeff laugh all her life. Its seemed so scary, creepy, crazy to other people, but Stasy could listen to interview tapes of Jeff for days, where he had similar seizures and his laughter could sound from two to ten minutes. Stasy really admired Jeff, his methods of killing, his appearance, his voice and just himself. She didn't understand how anyone could fall in love with such a madman, and she didn't know what love was at all. But she, like no one else, knew what fanaticism, emotional obsession and attachment to a person are. — «Shhhh! Say no more. I’ll help you!» — Jeff replied when he calmed down a bit. He took a bottle of vodka from the table, opened it and poured it all over Stasy’s face. The girl smiled and closed her eyes. She didn't remember taking bleach out of her bag and pouring it on her face… But she perfectly saw Jeff open a locker and take out a bottle of bleach. He opened the lid and thoroughly soaked the girl's face. Jeff tried not to get into her eyes and mouth, he poured the main mass on her forehead, chin, nose and cheeks. When Jeff finished, he took a lighter out of his hoodie pocket, clicked the wheel and heard Stasy’s breathing quicken. — «Shhhhhhh, — Jeff said. — Just Go To Sleep». And threw the lighter in her face. Stasy instantly screamed like a wounded animal. She fell to the floor and started rolling from side to side. The first people who heard her screams were the cooks. They came running, quickly filled the pots with water and poured it on the girl's face to put out the fire. Tongues of flame painfully bit the girl's skin, and the bleach just ate into her face. Five minutes later, teachers and students crowded around Stasy. For the first time in all these years classmates looked at Stasy not with mockery, but with sympathy and pity. Everyone has already forgotten and forgiven that she stabbed Sophia with a knife just half an hour ago. And even Sophia was ready to make peace with Stasy, but it was already too late. The teachers called an ambulance and called Stasy's mother. — «Mrs. Blackwood, this is your daughter's class teacher…» — «What has she done again?!» — «You see… we have an emergency here…» An hour later, the mother was already crying bitterly, sitting in the hospital. None could figure out why there was a fire and what Stasy was doing in the kitchen, where she was not allowed to be. Stasy needed urgent surgery, she was placed in a burn center with third-degree burns. Only later in the evening Sophie Blackwood went home, and then not of her own free will — the doctor persuaded her. — «It's hard to promise anything yet, but I think your girl has every chance to survive. And you need to calm down and go home to your husband, because he is also worried».* * *
— «My friend, are you still sitting in this madhouse? Aren't you tired?» — «Terribly tired!» — «Then do this: pretend to be healthy. You'll have to be an actress for a bit. Convince them that you are healthy». — «It’s not so easy to deceive the doctors, my Idol. Do you think they'll believe me?» — «Play convincingly, otherwise you’ll spend the rest of your days here. And when you get out of here, bring a bottle of vodka and bleach to school». — «Oh, Jeff… Are you still going to do THIS to me?» — «I do IT with everyone! I give everyone beautiful faces! Ha-ha-ha!»* * *
Several weeks have passed. All this time, her parents visited Stasy. They said everyone missed her very much and were really looking forward to her return. Even the selfish Sophia was going to apologize to Stasy at the first opportunity, but she couldn't imagine in a nightmare what was ahead of her. The day of discharge came soon. Stasy’s parents were nervously waiting for the doctor to remove the last bandage from her face. The mother looked sadly at her daughter, the father covered his mouth with his hand. Stasy could see her parents didn't like her new face. — «What? I'm too pale, right?» — deep down, Stasy knew who would appear in front of her in the mirror, so she didn’t make scenes, as it was in «The Origin of Jeff The Killer». Instead of it, the girl got out of bed, calmly walked to the bathroom, catching the astonished glances of doctors and patients passing by her. She looked in the mirror and only chuckled softly. That triumphant chuckle meant: «Yes, I knew that it would be so». Her face was as pale as a ghost's, and her lips were burnt to the meat and turned crimson red. — «Oh, my dear Jeff! Thank you for making me this face!» — she told her mentor. When her parents and the doctor came to the bathroom for her, her mother hugged Stasy and said: — «Don't worry, daughter. Everything will get better, everything will be fine». — «Everything is already fine, mom! My face is quite beautiful!» — she said in an ominous tone. — «White is much better than burnt. After all, I've been always liked pale faces and still liking it, and I've been also always hated sunbathing and still hating it, so this face fits perfectly with me». — «All right, let's go home, baby. It's Halloween tonight. Dad and I don't want you to miss the whole holiday». — «I need to do something else… Did you say that Sophia wants to apologize to me? Can I go to her after dinner tonight? Maybe I'll even stay at her place for the night. Halloween and all that, we need to celebrate. Sophia lives not far from here». — «Of course, you can! I'm glad you're finally reconciling». — the mother replied. The joyful Blackwoods went home and didn’t even suspect what a monster their daughter had become. In the evening, the mother woke up from some noise. She turned on the light in the kitchen and was stunned — Sophia was lying on the table… she was dead. Her body was opened, there was no heart inside, the whole table and floor were stained with blood. — «Oh, my God!» Stasy’s mother looked into the bathroom, there was another shock content waiting for her: Stasy cut her cheeks with a kitchen knife. — «Stasy, what have you done?!» — «She bullied me at school, mommy. Did you really think after nine years of bullying, I would just forgive her? How naive you are!» — «Stasy, for God's sake! What are you doing? Do you still idolize that jerk from the Internet?!» Hearing the insult to the Idol, Stasy, as never before, experienced indescribable rage. She slowly approached her mother and spoke with increasing anger, emphasizing every word: — «Don't you dare insult him!» — Stasy hissed. — «I burned my eyelids so as not to fall asleep and not miss tonight, because it’s Halloween tonight. It’s impossible to oversleep such a solemn night. And I drew a smile on my face… or rather, I cut it out with a knife to feel at least some joy over these last months. So you're right, it's very similar to Jeff The Killer, so it's a priori beautiful, so… yes, I did it to become like him. What's wrong, mommy? Aren’t I Beautiful?» Stasy said all this without any hope that her mother would accept and love her for what she had become. She slowly approached her mom. The mother was retreating back. The girl knew all the events in advance, so, unlike Jeff, she didn’t give her mother a chance to call her father for help, but immediately attacked. She's completely insane. Stasy was so distraught that she could no longer make decisions on her own, she acted according to a ready-made scenario — according to «The Origin of Jeff The Killer». Max was sleeping soundly upstairs at the time and didn’t hear his wife being killed. Stasy went up to her parents' bedroom. She stood for a long time and looked at her sleeping father. She also found a gun in his top drawer and remembered what Jeff's mother wanted to do with him. Because of this, the girl felt an indescribable rage, put the knife blade to the man's throat and, when he opened his eyes, abruptly cut his throat. — «Shhhhhhh, — Stasy said. — Just Go To Sleep». Stasy The Killer went down to the kitchen, took Sophia's heart out of the fridge and took a bite. She walked over to her body and gently ran the blade of the knife from ear to ear, depicting Jeff The Killer's trademark smile on the victim's face. — «And as for you, dolly… I WANNA BLOOD!»* * *
Extract from the local newspaper: «Tuesday, November 1, 2016 Jeff The Killer has a follower In the fall of 2016, a shocking incident occurred: a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl named Anastasia Blackwood doused her face with vodka and bleach and set it on fire. After being discharged from the hospital, the girl cut out a smile on her face, burned her eyelids and killed her parents exactly like Jeffrey Woods did on the night of September 1 to 2, 2006, know as Jeff The Killer. All of Stasy’s classmates and teachers declare with one voice: «The girl was obsessed with Jeff and even lay in a psychiatric hospital during the summer holidays of 2016!» Where both maniacs are is unknown. The media gave the girl the nickname «Stasy The Killer».
