A Friend in Need

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        Hello, my name is James Slatter and I attend Brown County High school in Mt. Sterling, IL. I am not much for reading creepypastas, mostly because they were fictional and I never thought they would be anything more than viral tall tales. That is, till November 5th, 2012 when I received this wired email on yahoo. It was from a user name "AFriendInNeed", who at the time I thought was some emo kid looking for someone to talk to. The message had a wired greeting," As beautiful as the day brake, it is great to see yet another pain." When I read this I was confused and replied," Who is this and how do you know if I am male and not a female under a male name?" There wasn't much of a time gap between the replies that would reveal the opening to the startling tale to unfold. "My dear friend, we merely be halves of the same whole, though be it one half is unattainable. My name is not important for I do not exist. I am one who is already dead, and yet to move on till I have made amends to a previous sin." As I read ," I am one who is already dead..." I instantly did not like the conversation and quickly replied," I don't know who this is, and what your hinting at, but I ask that you don't bother me again." I sent the reply to the stranger and got off the computer. The next morning when I got up and had taken my shower, I decided to check my email to see if I had any other than that nut job from last night, sadly, that was the only email I had, so in response to this strangers pursuits, I deleted it and continued with my morning routine and went to school. Once I got there I met my friend Amanda, the closest friend I have and she has helped me through a lot here lately. Once I got to school I told her about how this guy was sending me messages in riddles and poems. She said it may be some emo kid or something, be best to ignore him. When classes had started I had told Oscar, Clark, and even my guidance councilor of the message I got. They all gave me the same advice as Amanda. Just ignore it. School was uneventful as usual, but when I got home however, there was a letter in my room. My folks had left before me and neither of them where home when I had gotten there. I looked around and listened to see if I could catch the possible intruder. When I felt, " Comfortable" enough to read the note I realized who the sender was. It was written in what I had hopped had been red ink, but the letter said," Dear sweet other half, I implore you to not ignore another of my messages. For the outcome could lead to an early and grim end. For the price of ignorance will leave you with fear and the grim sight of a fleeting heart tearing the lives of those you know away before you. Till the sun rises to a new dawn do you have till this becomes your fate. All I ask is that you humor me and the raven sitting on your chamber door will no longer burden you. Mister JamesSlatter@yahoo.com, this is the last chance you shall be given before The Day of Great Sins arrives." I could not believe what the hell it was that I just read, but I knew one thing for certain. This person is out of there FUCKING MIND! I wasn't sure about this murder thing, but if they knew where I lived it would be in my best interest to do what they asked.

        I got onto my email and there it was, another one of those emails. With a sigh of pan and a hint of fear. I opened the message preparing myself for the worst. " Oh how the heart can lie, oh how the pains can make us want to fly, does love need to make us such a fool and make us cry? Can you not see? Can you not hear the plea? Day by day I feel you ignore the hurt, but do memories only quench your heart, or is it your fear that makes you tart? They be a friend in need of a true friend indeed." I thought of the possible meaning and before I came up with a conclusive answer I just had to ask," What is it you are trying to get me to do here Poe?" Mere minutes after my sarcastically toned reply, the message," Find and aid the one friend in need of a true friend indeed. That is all, that is ever, and nothing more." As one would speculate and argue, nothing but riddles and mystery's if failed to be solved leads to your death, is quite unfair when the person can tell you the answers you need and they evade it in all possible ways can be quite frustrating for some. The words I read where the last I heard from this entity of the night. After dinner and the nightly shower, I laid in bed thinking of what it meant and to only understand that some one I knew needed my help. The questions that remained however, were ; who was this person i needed to help, who was it that was trying to get me to the prevent the issue, and what was this Day of Great Sins? I went to sleep with not an answer questions, but more questions.

        The next morning I went to school I told Amanda about the emails and no one else. She looked and me and was frustrated that I didn't listen to her and told me," Why would you keep talking to the psycho? Why would you even considering listening to him in the first place?" I told her about the note the nut job had left in my room and she asked me, "Why not call the cops?" The only thing I could tell her was," From what I'm getting he won't go on a killing spree, as long as I keep trying to figure out his wired riddles. You have any ideas on what they could mean other than about the heart and soul?" She had nothing, not a clue. I was still in the same rut as I was in the moment I came in. Yet a gain nothing happened in school other than the usual gossip, smack talk and bull that you would find in a high school. When I got home the first thing I did was check my email. There was an email from "AFriendIndeed" that read," This is the last night, for dreams may wake, but they shall be the last if you do not the pained shall lash and take all and let there be nevermore." The more of these riddles of his I read the more annoyed I became and just asked," Why can't you just tell me who it is I need to help?" In moments the reply," For if events told of truth to thee, would become nothing more than hollow lies of persuasion. For genuine speech is what this soul is in need. SHE is the one you need to save from thyself. This is all to be said, nothing more can be said to aid your deed." I knew that I would not see another word from "Friend" until Tomorrow, if I survived that is. Upon finishing my late night routine and going to sleep, I had gotten the answers I needed. Weather it be given by an entity or my subconscious mind, it be given in the worst possible manner. A nightmare so vivid, that terror could not begin to describe what had been seen.

        The dream began with me outside of the high school and behind me where SWAT trucks with there lights on, and the pitch black sky made it impossible to see more than three feet away from the edge of the police lights. The trucks circled the door to the great building and I from realizing it was a dream, something wanted me to go inside, weather it be wicked or holy, I go into the school. Walking in was no different from staying out, the darkness engulfed every thing I saw and made it impossible to see very far. There where three halls in the main entrance of the school I could take, but one of them that lead to the gym had been barricaded with the broken pieces of what felt like student desks. I began to fell around in the unending darkness that felt like it was trying to... take me. The only sound there to be heard was what little sound came from my checkered Vans that where worn beneath my Levi's. I eventually kicked something that felt big, but yet had a slight softness to it and a sound of something made of a hard plastic falling a short distance and a clack, turning on a small light. The light came from a tac light on a helmet, and with the sudden blessing of light I picked it up and used it to see what it was I had just stumbled upon. It had been a SWAT team officer that had been killed with what looked to be a slash mark across the neck cutting all the main arteries, but that wasn't what scared me the most, it was the decrepit and blood stained mess the hall that it had taken on. There was a long trail of the red mess leading somewhere that I had been following by mistake and to look at the walls, there looked liked pentagrams with strange writing around them. I am not fer certain if it was my fear or for real, but the darkness felt like it was trying to consume in it again like I had been before, but it felt more alive than it did with out the light. I stood there only a moment longer before I started to make my way down the hall, following the trail that had been left behind by who or what that left it. Along my stroll of terror I realized it wasn't just the police killed; it had been students and teachers as well. There wasn't just pentagrams littering the wall,there was also last words using what they could, weather it be marker or the remains of a friend or co-worker, there where messages saying, "RUN!" "Don't let it get you" "WE ARE THE DAMMED!!" "The light is not your friend! Embrace the DARK!" What ever it was lurking in the shadows, it was deadly and I didn't want to risk death in here, dream or not. I wanted to stop following the trail, but I couldn't. Every path leading from this crimson laid trail lead me three feet away and to some kind of blockade. As the corpses grew in number my intuition was telling me I was getting close. Just outside the Gym door, there lay four bodies, all torn and smashed beyond recognition, like warm piles of mush. I walked into the gym to see in the center circle there was a light beaming down on what looked like some one praying over a person on the ground. As I drew closer on the red dyed wood floor to the figures in the light, I heard whispering and weeping. Twenty paces away, I saw that the body was on a pentagram, ten paces away I noticed that it was Amanda that was in the light. When I was close and realized that it was ME laying there on the floor, I was just horrified, but it grew worst when I noticed that the corpse had been eviscerated and the guts where used to draw each part of the massive pentagram. All the while I had not noticed the whispering and the darkness creeping up on me ever more. I reached for Amanda's shoulder when the dream corpse rolled it's head and said in a horse whisper," Run...dumb...ass...run.." I than turned my attention to Amanda who had turned her's to me when the corpse said his final words. Here eyes where wide, a fanged grin from cheek to cheek, a broken nose from where someone tried to defend themselves, her grey hoodie blue jeans and converse where all drenched a dark red from her victims, and her hair matched the insanity in her eyes. I could not tell if she was even human anymore. She turned back for a brief moment and tore out a bone and with quick velocity, threw it into the light above concealing us in the darkness. I turned on the tac light from the helmet and began to ran as she slide from sight. As I ran the deathly silence had been replaced with the lively sounds of pain, terror and her damn laughing! I ran and ran as the shadows started to grab at my feat to bring me down so she could catch me easily. As I got to the entrance of the building and opened the door, I could see what appeared to be shadows taken the shape of people walking twords the building and all whispering something incoherent. I looked back to see a silhouette of Amanda with the knife in her hand, and behind her, another legion of shadows coming my direction. The instance she lunged at me I was pinned and she had the knife between my eyes. The last thing I saw before my alarm to wake me for school was the S.H. engraved onto the blade of the knife.

        That morning I got up, did my thing as quickly as I could, and booked it to school. When I got there I sat there and waited to talk to Amanda. When she got there we talked and I found out there had been these guys that had been bullying her, calling her an "Anorexic slut" "Emo whore" and how they kept following her, she went on to tell me if she ever told a teacher that a guy with a knife would kill her. She broke down and went to the office so she could go home and tell the office about the jerks, but before she did she told me what the guy that had threatened her looked like. However, come noon and eating lunch, I had heard that the four bullies where let off because there was no evidence against them. I found the guy in the lunch room and, with a few poor words, got him to draw the knife. It had S.H. engraved on it near the hilt, just like in my dream. I grabbed the bastards through and kneed him in his*cough* genitalia to get him on the ground and than kicked him in the gut. The first for Amanda, the second for making such a horrible thing a possibility. Since I instigated the fight the two of us where in trouble, but I got away with just having to take anger management classes, while the other four got sent to juvie for bullying. I did not get the chance to check my email for a while because of everything that had happened was going so fast and taking up a lot of my time, but when I got the chance, I looked at it and found a new email from " AFriendInNeed." It was filled with newspaper clippings from near by towns on the day she went crazy if I had not stopped it. It was about this wired black cloud rolling over the town and if some one got to close they could hear screaming, and a wired laugh. Another one from Moberly, Missouri had seen the same thing coming there way after Mexico, Missouri had been consumed by it. The last article was called," Devils Daughter is here to STAY!" It described how a survivor from the fog left and got to a new yelling about a girl in the dark fog and how there where monsters that looked like shadows in it. It had been depicted as a terrorist attack at the time but, once this article was released I knew what was going on. Amanda had done something to bring hell to earth, and she lead it. The only thing that still bugs me about the ordeal is, how did she learn of this? It makes me worried that some one else down the road will do the same thing at some point... Anyways doc, I know this was just to vent my anger, but it has been five months, I have been dating Amanda since I started your classes and I haven't been able to tell anyone else about this. Please Doc, don't share this with anyone else... I'm afraid of what could be done with it.

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