"To this point, I was able to look past what I had seen, but what I saw next gave
me a deep pit in my stomach."
Hello, and welcome to Al Dente Creepypasta, horror stories cooked to perfection with a
splash of red sauce.
My name is CZ and I will be your server this episode.
Today's special is from the little demons in our life.
Plucked fresh from cabbage patch and cooked for you.
We hope you enjoy these selections from our kids menu.
NUMBER ONE - I FOUND SOME DISTURBING PICTURES IN MY CHILD'S BACKPACK
My wife and I first decided to send our daughter, Ella, to preschool when my wife went back
to school to get her nursing degree.
Ella was about 4 years old at the time, and we were primarily concerned that she would
have a hard time fitting in since all of the other kids in the class had been together
for a couple of years already at that point.
The first couple of weeks went off without a hitch...
Or at least we didn't notice any issues until one afternoon in September when Ella wasn't
feeling well and went to bed right after we picked her up from school.
She had left her backpack dumped right next to the door, and my wife commented on the
fact that it was surprisingly heavy considering how small of a bag it was.
We were curious about what exactly they had given her that would make the backpack so
heavy so we decided to pop it open and take a look.
All that we had given her when she started preschool were the basics: pencils, markers,
crayons, a pad of paper, extra clothes, perhaps a couple of other things that I'm forgetting
right now, but the point is, we were very surprised to see what we found in the backpack.
It was filled to the brim with loose papers, it was a complete mess, almost as if she had
just stuffed the backpack full of paper one sheet at a time.
There must have been hundreds of sheets in there... if not more.
The strangest thing is, Ella had never really been a very messy child.
She keeps her room clean for the most part, and she's the kind of girl who never really
likes to get her hands messy.
Naturally, my wife and I emptied out the backpack and tried to sort through the mess.
What we found were... mostly drawings; the typical stuff you would expect from a young
girl with the grass at the bottom and the sun in the top corner of the page.
Most of the drawings had three characters, who I can only assume are supposed to be Ella,
my wife and I.
Most of the drawings were repeats or some variation of this basic formula: the three
of us standing in front of a house, the three of us standing in flowers, at the beach, etcetera,
etcetera.
Not all of the pages were drawings, some of them just contained black crayon scribbles
all over the place.
It looked almost as if she was trying to color the page black.
I remembered doing that when I was bored in school as a kid as well, so I wasn't too concerned,
until I saw that there were more of them.
Subsequent pages contained less black scribbles and more white space, and all of the lines
seemed to be completely random from what I could tell.
We said something about getting her a bigger folder and continued to sift through our daughter's
drawings for a while, until my wife got a call and I got hungry and went to go grab
something from the fridge.
After that, the issue never really came up again for the next month or so.
We got busy with life and... well, if you have kids, you know how parenting can be.
Anyways, one afternoon in October I was in Ella's room getting her ready for bed, when
she had to use the restroom, so I continued to sit in there and wait for her when I noticed
another messy stack of papers.
We have a little table set up in her room that she can use for her arts and crafts,
and once again, there was a huge surplus of drawings pouring out of her backpack.
I was starting to wonder if they do anything else at this pre-school of hers besides freetime
to color, when I noticed something strange... there was a new character added to the family
portrait, and he looked disturbing to say the least.
He was a tall slim bald man wearing long white robes.
This figure was completely devoid of any color, except for the eyes and mouth, which were
scribbled in a dark red.
It looked like she had jammed the crayon into the page as hard as she could to produce the
eyes and mouth, resulting in a much more intense pigment in those areas.
Other then that, this character and the areas surrounding his outline were the only parts
of the page that were completely colorless.
What was even more disturbing was the fact that this character, and my wife were frowning,
while Ella and I both had huge smiles on our faces.
It just didn't sit well with me.
I continued to look through her drawings and found that this fourth person was in EVERY
DRAWING.
As I flipped through them I noticed the guy seemed to staring at... my wife.
In some of the drawings, he seemed to be standing behind her.
I was legitimately creeped out by this, but told myself that it must be an imaginary friend
or something...
I continued to flip through the pages and ended up coming across more of those black
scribbles, but these ones were, what I can only describe as more violent, more intense.
It was that same thing where it looked like she had mashed the crayon into the page.
To this point, I was able to look past what I had seen, but what I saw next gave me a
deep pit in my stomach.
She had drawn pictures of my wife, laying at the bottom of the ocean.
Her eyes were scribbled out in black crayon and she was wearing a huge frown.
To my own dismay, this wasn't the only drawing like this, she had drawn the same picture,
over and over and over and over...
My jaw hung agape as I tried to comprehend what I was looking at when I realized that
my wife was in the bath right now.
Ella had probably gone into that same bathroom...
Before I could react, I heard a cold voice from behind.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I turned to see Ella standing at the door.
I tried asking her about the pictures, but she just refused to talk about it and climbed
into bed.
This wasn't just a case of kids will be kids; she had a most serious tone about her.
Thankfully, my wife didn't mention that anything had happened while they were in the bathroom,
but we were unable to get Ella to respond to any of our questions about the pictures.
Now, we're considering seeking professional help.
NUMBER TWO: PLAY WITH ME
Are you awake?
Why are you hiding?
I don't mean you any harm.
I know it's late, but I want to play!
You haven't picked me up for nearly a month…I want to have tea with you again.
I promise not to spill.
I didn't know it was hot and I'm sorry it ruined your favorite shirt.
I'm happy to have tea and eat biscuits with you today!
Your eyes are beautiful with that dress….I wish I had such lovely eyes.
Don't turn away from me!
Why are you ignoring me?
Is it because you don't love me like your other dolls?
No!
Don't put me away!
I didn't mean anything by it!
Please love me….I'm not as pretty as your other dolls, but I want affection too.
Don't leave me...here.
Do my cries and scratches in the night scare you?
If you take me out one more time...we can play a game.
It'll be easy, I promise.
Please don't fret, I only want to play with you.
We can be best friends forever, I'll never leave you.
I thought you were lonely.
Isn't that why you have so many dolls?
You hugged me and loved me...now why do you hate me?
We had lots of fun together.
Is my hair too knotted or my dress too dirty?
I know it's late, but will you play with me?
One last time?
I hate seeing you cry.
We can play hide-and-seek.
You hide and I'll seek you.
If you win, you can do whatever you want with me and I promise to behave.
If I win, then you have to play with me when I want to play.
I'm glad you're letting me out to play this time!
I promise not to disappoint.
Don't worry, I won't peek, not one bit.
Be quick though!
1...2...3….…6....….10!
Ready or not, I'm coming for you!
Where are you?
Are you in the closet?
I thought I heard a door close...no?
Okay, perhaps you went downstairs.
I can't wait to find you.
Did you go all the way to the basement?
Careful, you know you're not supposed to play down here.
Oh?
You chose the doll house?
The one that was made for us to play in together?
I'm happy that you thought of me.
Now we can be together forever.
Don't worry, no one will find us here.
I made sure of that.
The door is locked and now it can be us.
What's that?
You're hungry?
We can have another tea party.
What do you mean no?
I don't know how long it's been, so why do you keep asking?
You know they can't hear you, so why waste your voice?
Wake up!
Why won't you move?
Wake up!!
It's time to play!
Why are you so cold?
Do you need a blanket?
I can find one.
Answer me!!
Why are you ignoring me again?!?!
It's been a long time since you moved...it smells like something is rotting.
Why did you have to die?
It's dark and cold...but I won't leave you.
I never will.
NUMBER THREE: JASON
This is a story that took place 6 months ago, when my first son, Elliott had just turned
5 years old.
Jason was first introduced into our lives when we decided to hold off sending Elliott
to Kindergarten.
Since his birthday was so close to the cut-off, we decided it would be best him to go start
school as one of the older kids in his class as opposed to the youngest.
So when he started talking to Jason, we felt like we had made the right decision.
Jason is Elliott's imaginary friend.
I can't imagine how the other Kindergarteners would have reacted to the idea of an imaginary
friend, so it seemed like starting a bit later would give him time to go through this phase
and be ready for school next fall.
The first time I can remember hearing about Jason was one evening just as we were finishing
up dinner.
Elliott had requested to take some food up to his food to give to Jason.
Julianna inquisitively asked him who Jason was, to which he replied, "my
friend who lives in the closet upstairs."
Julianna granted him permission to take the rest of his food up with as long as he promised
to come clean the dish before he went off the bed.
I shot her a look, but she, being the free-willed spirit that she is, ignored me until Elliott
had run up the steps.
I didn't think it was a good idea to encourage that kind of behaviour, but she assured me
that having an imaginary friend was totally normal, and that it would be a good idea to
humor him until he was ready to grow out of it on his own.
Hesitantly, I agreed and eventually I would talk to Elliott about Jason on a day to day
basis.
Eventually, I learned how to use Jason to my advantage.
For example, when Elliott didn't want to get in the car to go to the dentist, I would
tell him that Jason said he wanted to go to the dentist, and that Elliott should come.
At times, Elliott would hardly mention Jason at all.
Other times, it seemed that Jason was all he wanted to talk about.
One time we caught him taking snacks from the kitchen and he claimed that they were
for Jason.
Julianna wisely let this slide, and later told me that if this was the only way that
we could get Elliott to eat, it was OK with her, and after many long battles at the dinner
table, I was quick to agree.
I would oftentimes hear Elliott in his room "talking" to Jason, and I wondered how
long this whole phase would last.
At one point I asked him what Jason looked like and he told me that he told me that he
wore a "black snow hat" and had a long fuzzy beard.
I was taken off guard by this, since I had always imagined that Elliott's idea of Jason
was a kid who was his age.
I brought this up with Juliana, and she assured me that it was perfectly normal for a kid
to have an adult as an imaginary friend.
After all, we are both adults and he spends most of his time with us, so it makes sense
that he would see an adult as his friend.
She even said that her younger sister had an imaginary friend as a kid who was supposedly
an old man named Vin, which she thinks is a result of them having spent a lot of time
at their grandparents house back then.
I had never had an imaginary friend, or any siblings, so I just had to take my wife's
word on all of this.
That is… until one day, that changed everything and... still makes me paranoid.
We had just gotten back from this Italian restaurant, one of the only decent places
that we can get Elliott to eat on a consistent basis.
We parked in the driveway and decided to go for a short walk, since it was pretty nice
out that evening.
Normally we come into the house through the garage, but since we had gone for a walk,
we entered in the front door on this occasion.
As we were taking our shoes off, I heard… what I thought was the sound of a cough coming
from upstairs…
I turned to Julianna wondering if she had heard it too.
She looked pale, and shocked as she asked me in a panic, "what was that?"
This was probably loud enough that if someone was upstairs they might here.
Elliott told us that it was probably just Jason.
I told my wife and son to stay put and I went to investigate.
When I got upstairs and went into Elliott's room, the light was on and the window was
open.
I searched the entire house, but was unable to find anything.
The window from Elliott's room leads onto a section of roof that is pretty high up,
but not impossible to jump down from.
We later interrogated Elliott to see if he had left the window open, but he swore he
couldn't remember.
We tried to get him to tell us if Jason was real, but it was a delicate situation.
We didn't want to scare him for life, but we didn't want him to be in danger either.
Of course, at his age, I don't think he fully understood the difference between real
and pretend yet.
We did end up calling the police, and I half expected them to find proof that someone was
living in the closet, but they couldn't find any DNA that didn't belong to Elliott
anywhere in the room.
Elliott made friends with a couple of kids on the block, and he never really brings up
Jason anymore, but it truly chills me to think that someone could have been in our house
talking to our son.
In his room while he slept.
Possibly using him to sneak food up, and to be honest, who knows what else?
Now, I check all the upstairs rooms every night before bed.
Including the closets and under the bed.
I try to do it when Elliott is not in the room so he doesn't get to thinking.
He'll be starting school in the fall, and I doubt we'll really have any confirmation
on whether Jason was just an imaginary friend or not until he's a little bit older.
Julianna and I have a second child on the way now though, so I really hope we find out
sooner rather than later....
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Assuming, we both survive.
Peace out.
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