Nina the Killer (Rewritten/Remake) (Creepypasta Riffs)/story

Excerpt from local newspaper: FAMILY BUTCHER STILL UNABLE TO BE FOUND
Several weeks after the cold blooded murder of the Hopkins family, minimal evidence has been found that links the killings of Amanda and Ronan Hopkins, both aged thirty-nine. Very few people have suggested possible suspicions of who they think was responsible to these grisly murders; the most suggested being the couple’s twelve-year-old daughter Nina.
Police are still continuing the search for the one responsible for these murders. If you have any suspicions on whom the killer might be, please contact your local police department.
The autumn was nice and calm that year. The sun, as the years before, shone brightly amongst the dull November sky. The cold, mild winds blew slowly through the mostly empty streets; picking up leaves as it did so. The weather seemed to suit the time perfectly. But this was an autumn that nobody would forget.
Nina was a young girl, twelve years old. She had pale skin, long raven black hair tied in a ponytail, sapphire blue eyes and a fairly slender build. You would’ve thought that her parents would’ve have cared for her even if she had fairly odd interests for a girl her age; however, this wasn’t the case. Due to her ‘obsession’ with the real life murders committed by such serial killers as Ed Gein and Jeffery Dahmer and her inflated interest in the infamous case in which two girls of her age stabbed their best friend several times in a forest in Wisconsin in honour of the internet born myth of the Slenderman.
Her parents knew that their daughter would be interested in this type of stuff ever since she was diagnosed with two severe psychiatric disorders when she was seven. Those disorders were psychosis and schizophrenia. This caused Nina to have fits of rage for no known reason and for to hallucinate things that weren’t actually there. These disorders were the main reasons why Nina got bullied at school before her parents turned to home-schooling their daughter. Due to her disorders, Nina would pick up very harsh nicknames as her tormenters stabbed fun at her.
It was Saturday. The day was cold, dark and lonely. Nina’s parents told their daughter that they were going out somewhere special for the fifteen year anniversary of their marriage. They also mentioned that Nina wouldn’t be going with them since; after all, it was their anniversary. After they’d gone, Nina swiftly locked the doors, closed the curtains and up to her bedroom.
Her bedroom wasn’t in the greatest state you could imagine: her already worn clothes from previous days were scattered in most areas and old drawings that she’d done were in heaps on her floor. To Nina, this place was a haven, a place she felt most safe being in; but to her parents, her room simulated the disarray in her mind.
Nina paced around her room. "What should I do?" she asked herself. "I could just sit around and do nothing; or I can do something productive with my life" She continued with pacing around as thoughts ran through her head of what she could do; then she rushed downstairs to the computer. She accessed the internet and typed ‘Jeff’ into the Google search bar. She moved her mouse cursor down to the final suggestion. It read ‘Jeff the Killer’.
Nina clicked on it and had a rush of adrenaline. "This HAS to be exciting" she giggled to herself with a smile afterwards. She wasn’t even trying to contain her excitement one bit. Nina’s face lit up as soon as she noticed how many search results were found. Without thinking, she clicked on one of the first search results: A link to read the original Jeff the Killer story and the website ‘jtk.wikia.com’
A few minutes after reading the story out loud to herself, Nina found herself laughing out loud like a maniac. Even she didn’t know why she was laughing. It was as if something in Nina’s already fragile mind had snapped as she read every single word of that single story. Her parents then walked back into the home.
"Nina, we’re back!" her mother, Amanda, announced. "Are you-" She stopped midsentence. Nina was still laughing like an uncontrollable psychopath. Her parents were lost for words. "Nina?" her father, Ronan, softly began as he slowly approached the swivel chair that his young daughter was sitting on. "Are you okay?"
He placed his hand onto Nina’s shoulder. Nina then stopped laughing and turned her head around to face her father. "Hi daddy" Nina smiled psychotically at her dad.
Her father was unnerved by the way his daughter was smiling at him. He then noticed a glow coming off Nina’s head from the screen of the computer monitor. He glared at the monitor for a few seconds and looked back at Nina. "What’re you reading?" he inquired.
Nina’s only response was to look back at the computer and to scroll back to the top of the webpage. She then glared back at her dad, still smiling. Her father then observed the webpage carefully, including all the details in the text and the picture that was attached to the story.
After half an hour of waiting for her dad to give his thoughts on the story, Nina’s eyes widened as she heard her father sigh. "So?" Nina asked.
Nina’s father sighed. "You honestly don’t believe in this shit, do you?" he muttered to his daughter.
Nina snapped her head to the left and stared at her father blankly; her sapphire blue eyes had seemed to have lost all sense of emotion. "What d’you mean?" she snapped back as a question.
"I mean," her father began; trying not to laugh. "You can OBVIOUSLY tell that this story is, and always will be, purely fiction; and, if you ask me, the whole story is garbage"
Nina’s pupils widened and her jaw dropped. "You can’t say that" she said in response to her father. "He’s out there"
"Nina" her father snapped back. "I’m older than you; so that means…"
"That doesn’t mean anything" Nina interrupted as she began to walk away. Ronan then grabbed Nina by her hair and then dragged her back towards him. "What the FUCK did you just say to me?" Ronan roared at his daughter with rage.
Tears began to stream from Nina’s eyes. "You heard me" she wept. "Can you let go of me now?" Nina’s dad then slapped Nina across the side of the head. Nina yelped in pain. The only response that Nina’s mother had was just to sit there and watch her husband beat their daughter.
"Get the fuck upstairs right now, young lady!" Nina’s father demanded in anger as he loosened his grip on Nina’s black hair.
Nina ran upstairs with tears streaming down her face and slamming her bedroom door behind her in both sorrow and anger. Why did her father attack her like that and why didn’t her mother do anything to prevent it? This was the main question that ran through Nina’s mind as she sobbed into her pillow.
She didn’t even know if she could even trust her parents anymore.
The next day, Nina didn’t wake up until eleven o’clock. As she slowly crept downstairs, Nina realized that she couldn’t hear anything but her own breathing and footsteps. She then started to dash from the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Where the fuck is it?" Nina asked herself; her eyes darting across the room. Then she spotted what she was looking for. "There it is" she smiled as she reached out to grab it. It was a roll of black thread and a sewing needle. She stuffed them into her pocket as she walked towards a drawer. She pulled it open to reveal a collection of knives. Her eyes surveyed each knife as she looked for the largest one available. Then, without a moment’s notice, Nina drew out a large kitchen knife and stuffed into her pocket.
Nina then dashed back upstairs and placed everything that she’d obtained into a small box which she then stored under her bed. Nina then noticed a still full bottle of white face paint in her wardrobe, which she later grabbed and put into the same small box as with everything else.
"Might as well get a change of clothes whilst I’m at it" Nina mumbled to herself.
Nina then got undressed and, from her wardrobe, chose a plain, purple hoodie and a short black skirt and threw them on. She then pulled on a pair of knee-length socks with red and black stripes before sliding on a pair of black and white canvas trainers. Finally, she tied her hair into a ponytail, only this time she also secured her hair with a fairly large red bow. After all that, Nina then sarcastically skipped to her parents’ bedroom, opened the door, and then kneeled next to her mother.
Nina’s mother woke up only because she felt her daughter’s hair brushing against her face. She opened her hazel brown eyes to be greeted with Nina’s smiling face. It seemed to be a regular smile, but part of it was reminiscent of her psychotic smile from the night before."Morning, Nina" her mother yawned. She observed her daughter in all directions. "What are you wearing, Nina?" she asked with a joking voice.
Nina tilted her head, still smiling. "Clothes" she sarcastically responded with a giggle. "What does it look like?"
Her mother sighed with a worried smile. "Okay, Nina" she sighed. "Just do something"
Nina then responded with a nod and then skipped downstairs. Amanda then slowly went back to sleep; only for her and her husband to be woken up by the ear piercing sound of Nina screaming in pain. "NINA!" screamed Amanda and her husband as they rushed downstairs to check on their daughter to see if she was okay. They then looked in shock as they witnessed Nina slamming her head on the corner of the tanned coloured wall, laughing as she did so. "My god; WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, NINA?" Ronan yelled in shock.
Nina then froze, seconds before collapsing onto the floor. The last thing she saw, before her vision blacked out, was her mother rushing to the phone whilst her father tried everything he could to wake her up.
And then everything went black for Nina.
When Nina woke back up, she discovered that she was lying on a hospital bed. She went to touch her forehead, but only felt a sharp pain surge through her veins when she did so. She looked to her right and saw, due a mirror reflection, that she had a large bandage wrapped across her forehead. Nina remembered that she had smashed her head against a wall in her home, but she still didn’t know what form of psychological break even caused her to do so in the first place.
A nurse then walked into the room with Nina’s parents. The nurse was white and had short, curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. "Miss Hopkins" the nurse spoke. Nina twisted her head to her left to face the nurse, only to feel a sharp pain surge though her veins. "I don’t recommend doing any quick head movement for a week at best"
Amanda ran towards her daughter and hugged her tightly. "Are you okay, Nina?" she said as a slow tear dropped from her face.
"Yeah" Nina stuttered in reply to her mother’s question. "Can we go now?"
"Sure" Amanda said nervously in response to her daughter’s question. Amanda then confronted the nurse about leaving, the nurse then that Nina would have to get discharged from hospital first. Nina then was discharged at a moment’s notice. The family then walk out of the hospital and slowly began the drive home; not knowing that this would be their final day as a family.
That night, Amanda woke up to the sound of what sounded like crying. She rushed out of bed and into the bathroom. A shocked expression then formed onto her face as she noticed Nina; she appeared different. Her hands and face had been coated with layers of white paint. Amanda then covered her mouth with her hand in shock as she noticed Nina’s smile. Nina had taken a kitchen knife and had carved her mouth into a long, thin, horrendous smile. "NINA, WHAT DID YOU DO?" Amanda tried to ask, but her words came off as more of a cry than a question.
Nina tilted her head and did a small, but very psychotic laugh. "I…couldn’t keep on smiling" she then spoke before doing a small giggle. "BUT NOW…I can smile FOREVER!" Nina then burst out laughing.
Amanda then noticed, to her horror, that Nina’s eyes were unblinking and bordered in black. "NINA! YOUR EYES!" she screamed in pure horror.
"Oh; I stitched them open" Nina said with an aura of glee in her voice. "I didn’t wanna go to sleep; so I stitched my eyes wide open" she claimed. "Now I can stare at my beautiful face FOREVER!"
Chills then went down Amanda’s spinal cord. Had her daughter’s mind snapped after she’d read that one story?
"Aren’t I beautiful?" Nina asked her mother, who was shaking. "I bet my prince would think so"
"Your ‘prince’?" Amanda questioned, still in shock.
"Jeff the Killer; who else?" Nina replied with a short laugh. "I’m trying to unite with him, become him if you say"
Amanda was now physically shaking, her blood boiled and raced; her worst nightmares had come to light. Her daughter, her young daughter had gone insane. She didn’t know how to answer Nina’s question; did she tell the truth or lie? She then decided. "Err…y-yeah" she stuttered as Nina tilted her head in response. "I’m just gonna get your father to see your new look" Amanda then left the bathroom, still with her shocked and saddened expression.
Nina paid close attention to what her mum told her dad. After she heard what was said, her mind raced. The phase "Ronan, call the police", Nina grabbed her knife and stood in the doorway of her parents’ bedroom. Amanda screamed and Ronan looked back at his daughter in shock.
Nina began to slowly chuckle psychotically. "You…you lied" she laughed as she raised her knife up high.
Ronan then tried to reason with his daughter, trying to mask the fact that Nina’s unblinking eyes and elongated smile scared the ever living fuck out of him."N--Nina" he stuttered, trying to act calm. "Just…just pass me the knife"
Nina began to slowly lower the knife. She then remembered what her father had done to her the night before and threw the knife at her dad, impaling his chest.Her mother screamed as she witnessed her only daughter run up to her dad and started to rapidly stab him several times in the chest. After her father had taken his final breaths, Nina then went for her mother.
Tears began to stream from Amanda’s eyes as her daughter stared blankly at her with cold, ominous, demented look in her eyes. "Nina…please d-don’t" she tried to reason with her daughter.
"You lied to me" Nina mumbled, only loud enough so her own mother could hear her. "Right to my face"
Nina didn’t even allow her mother enough time to get another word out. She just impaled her mother’s chest with the blood-soaked, chrome blade of her butcher knife. She held the knife in place for a good five minutes before violently ripping the knife from her mother’s chest cavity. Nina’s mother then collapsed to her knees. She then looked down at her mutilated stomach; she then looked back up at Nina, her eyes were shaking in both shock and upset. "Why?" she stuttered as her final words. She then collapsed onto the ground.
Nina admired her handiwork. Beside from the bloody mess that almost covered the entire room, Nina thought that she’d done a good job. On the inside, she was saddened that her parents were gone, but visibly she couldn’t care less about her deceased parents. She was then startled by the loud sound of a downstairs window being shattered. A twisted sense of happiness then surged through Nina’s mind. Was it him? She thought so. She dashed downstairs as fast as she could only to be confronted by the figure from Nina’s deepest, most disturbing fantasies; the killer with the carved smile. It was Jeff the Killer. He looked the same way as Nina envisioned him to be: white, blood-stained hoodie, black dress pants, black and white trainers, shoulder-length black hair, those unblinking eyes and that horrendous smile.
Then Nina, for no disenable reason, ran towards Jeff with her arms outstretched. As soon as Nina got close enough, Jeff shoved her to the ground and said, in a maddened, psychotic voice that was bordering on pure insanity "The fuck do you think you’re doing lady?"
Nina seemed surprised about Jeff’s reaction towards her act of ‘kindness’. "What did it look like?" she scorned.
Jeff spat at the ground. "Do I even look like the type of guy who needs flattering?" Jeff sarcastically asked. There was then a long silence between the two psychopaths which seemed to have no end. Jeff then spoke, in the psychotic tone of voice. "Go…to…Sleep" his whisper droned through Nina’s eardrums, being burnt into her mind. Jeff then pulled out a large, dented, rusty butcher knife from the pocket of his hoodie and started to laugh as he walked closer towards Nina.
Nina then drew her knife out of her hoodie pocket and jumped up to her feet. She then ran towards Jeff, her knife raised up high. Jeff and Nina’s blades then clashed.
Jeff chuckled and asked "So you wanna play that game, huh?"
Nina smirked. "Go to Sleep, my prince"
== Attribution ==
Author unknown.
Category:Stories read on Creepypasta Riffs