Creepypasta Origins

Nemesis

Let me tell you something that happened to me a few years ago, about a "friend" that I met in the woods, not far from where I used to live...

It all started on a Saturday, late afternoon, or was it in the evening? In any case, it happened on that day. I had run out of the house crying because my overly religious mother had struck me again, telling me that I was a "devil child". I didn't do anything terribly sinful, all I did was ask if I could have a laptop for school. But then again, she had always thought that electronic devices, especially the new ones, were considered as being "tools of Satan", and all because she kept hearing bad things connected to the use of technology. I didn't even own an iPhone because of it.

I had run for as long as I could until I was far enough from the house, yet I continued to cry until my tears ran dry. I was getting sick and tired of living with an unstable Christian fundamentalist mother who was cold and abusive, and a father who was barely at home and too busy to take notice. If I had a choice, I would have left my home in an instance. But as I was a painfully shy thirteen year old girl at that time, that wasn't possible. And to make matters worse, I had no friends to consult all my problems to back then. Even the school counselors weren't all that helpful.

As I continued to walk along the long dusty road, I heard voices up ahead coming closer and closer to where I stood. When I looked up, wiping the old tears from my eyes, I froze in terror. A group of older boys, clearly drunk, came stumbling over to my direction, talking loudly as though they were announcing themselves to the world, oblivious of my presence. Unsure of what to do, I turned back and started back home with as much stealth as possible, trying hard not to make my presence noticed.

"Hey there cutie-pie! Wanna come and hang out with us?"

I froze for a second before I mustered enough courage to turn round to see the boys staring straight at me, as they grinned and eyed me with such distasteful lust. It didn't take long for me to realize what their intentions were. Ignoring their offer, I turned back and continued to walk away with haste.

"Aww, don't leave! We just wanna have a little fun with ya," one of them said as they hurried after me. It only made me walk faster. I guess they realized that I wasn't going to stop, for the group then immediately chased after me.

As I noticed them catching up to me, I knew I wouldn't make it back home in time. So, left with little options, I ran straight into the dark woods, hoping that the trees and the lack of light would slow them down. Unfortunately, it did the same with me.

After I ran blindly through the trees for what seemed like hours, I started to slow down. My eyes at that point started to adjust the darkness, so I was now able to make my way round without bumping into the trees. However, since I have never ventured into the woods before, I knew that it would take some time to find the road that would lead me back home. Even so, I stayed close to this giant Sequoia tree, seeing if any of those boys had followed me. I couldn't hear or see anything. It looked as if my plan had worked and they just gave up and left.

Oh, how wrong I was.

"Ah, there you are! We wondered where you went off to."

I spun quickly to see the same boys standing behind me and had me surrounded, blocking my escape. Regardless, I instantly tried to push past their barrier, only for two of them to grab me tightly and pushed me to the ground. I attempted to scream but a rough hand had quickly covered my mouth, allowing only muffled screams to come out. I then felt hands grab hold of my skirt, pulling them over my face before more hands started to go for my underwear. I struggled as best I could, but they were too strong and had held me down tightly to the ground. The moment I heard the sound of zippers coming down and the rustling of clothes, I knew what was about to take place and closed my eyes tight and hoped it to end soon.