Creepypasta Stories

The Song

I hope you came here for a story. Even if you don't like it, I'll tell you mine.

I was five when I first heard the Song. I liked it, and I sang it often. Mama asked me where I heard it, and I told her, in my own silly way, that I heard it in my room.

Mama was scared when she heard this. She knew she hadn't put in any kind of device, and no one can sing in this neighborhood, so she put a listening device in my room.

I was eight when I first saw the singer. She was pretty, in my view. Now, I do have to tell you that I liked creepypastas, even in my young age. I often acted twice my age, and I looked to about ten. My mom usually came and asked me for advice when she needed help.

The singer of the Song was tall and pale, had black hair with red and white highlights. She had a gash over where her heart and stomach was, and black ooze was covering her silver dress. She had no shoes, and she never talked. She just sung.

When I was ten, I talked with the singer. I asked her where she came from, and she told me that she comes from a paradise. I asked her where it was, and all she said was, "Idatea."

When I was eleven, I was determined to be a singer, like my friend. I always had the song rolling through my head, and I often sang it. When I was in school, when I was in an audition, when I was home, when I was somewhere else.

One day, at the school talent show, it was my turn to sing. I nervously went up the stage, in my silver dress that imitates the singer's dress, only without the black ooze. I had taken piano lessons, and I sat down and took my hand-written pages and set them down. I start playing, and then I started singing.

"In a dress on silver, in a dress of moonlight,

She comes to my window almost every night.

From her black lips, she sings a sweet melody.

Oh, oh, sweet melody. Oh, oh, sweet melody.

She sings a sweet melody, and it becomes a lullaby.

She came when I was five, and I listened to her Song,

I listened and I will sing it for you all now..."

I stopped singing and I moved into the higher notes, piercing through me. My start singing again, and my voice raises with the high notes.

"Sweet little child, sleep now in your cradle,

On your little bed, lay and rest.

For I will come when the moon is nigh,

and I will whisk you off into sweet dreams.

With this sweet melody, that you will hear,

It rings in my head, always there, never ending,

I give this gift to you, it will let you sleep soundly.

When you grow, you shall pass it on,

I will rest in my earthen bed and you will go.

Pass on the Song, pass it on, with it's sweet notes,

The Song is here for one and all, becoming a lullaby for the restless souls.

You are one like me, you are a singer at heart,

and so as I pass you my song, it will become you.

I give you this gift as a prize for when you become the singer,

and you come creeping through the windows,

singing sweet children to sleep."

My voice raises again, cresting over the piano notes.

"Sweet children, rest for now,

for when you awaken, all shall be right.

All those mean people, they will not harm you,

no, not if you follow me.

Come sweet children, if you are restless,

come follow me out into the woods,

and I will put you into an eternal sleep,

so come my children, the children of the world,

come and rest your heads on pillows of moss,

and when you awaken, a new world will be here,

filled with wonders of the creepypastas and mankind.

All of the worst will be gone, and your new mother,

I will be here for you, until I fade.

I will rest right here, come and awaken me when you have need."

I turn and look at the assembled children, and the lights flicker and die. I feel myself grow, my features smoothing out and my voice becoming slick, like honey and silk.

When the lights flicker back on, all of the adults are dead and slumped against the walls, blood pouring out of their ears.

I get up and glide over the wood, floating to the ground. All of the students watch me, enraptured.

"Come my children," I sing sweetly, "come with me, and I will send you into a sleep that, when you awaken, you will have the best of the world."

I glide over the floor, and the students get up and follow me, almost dazed. I move into the forest, and they follow me. I stop, deep in the forest, and I sing my lullaby.

"Go to sleep, wake up when it is safe,

When I call you awake, everything will be fine.

Go to sleep, rest yourself,

and awaken when the world is safe."

The all lay down in the clearing behind me, and they all go to sleep with small pillows of moss.

"When you hear me, come follow me, for I will give you the rest of eternity, for I sing the Song."