Cookies

Some people say this to me:
"Times never change.".
But, I understand now.
It doesn't mean that they have to change for the better.
I knew a player called Cookies.
We did everything together.
Playing PvP.
Building together.
We were good friends.
Until.
She revealed a secret.
Something that shocked me.
Something that makes me question reality.
She was a witch.
With a black hat, broom, cauldron.
You know, that sort of thing.
I knew something seemed off about her.
Most of the time, Cookies just spent her time in her house.
Something always looked off about her house.
I couldn't quite put my finger on out.
It had two windows at the front, and two at the back.
The house was big.
I knew something felt strange.
I always found Minecraft a bit, odd, at points.
Like, for example.
The atmosphere just feels, creepy.
It feels like I'm being watching.
But by who?
Or more importantly.
What keeps watching me?
Cookies was a strange girl, indeed.
She was my sister.
She was about 12 years old.
She was obsessed, and I mean obsessed with all things relating to witchcraft.
Which could explain why she is a witch.
I know something was strange.
I just knew it.
From the moment when she was using a cauldron.
Casting spells.
I could hear her cackle.
It was, wicked.
I couldn't take it.
It was a thing that has really made me feel violated.
Each time I hear it, it is like nails on a chalkboard.
I knew something was wrong.
There was something to do with Cookies.
Her real name is Wanda.
Which is pretty fitting, because, she is a witch.
I always notice the worst in people.
I wish I never thought like that.
I know that she's, different.
She wants to cast a spell on me.
She will end me.
If anybody is there to help.
Then, please help.
For the love of God.
Please, save me now.
Category:Creepypasta