Dark Kelly (Creepypasta)

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# Dark Kelly

Kelly Hazle or simply Dark Kelly is a killer girl who is Slender's proxy.

# Character

Kelly was quite aggressive due to her upbringing and her father's influence. After she became a proxy, the girl became calmer.

# Story

From the very beginning, when I was born, I had a wonderful family! But as they say, happiness never lasts long, in my case it ended too quickly.

It all started when I was 7 years old, my father started drinking heavily and then I learned to take hard drugs, it was all because of problems at work and after my final dismissal, I was little and did not understand how this happened to a happy family everything turned into complete horror and fear, a short description of what happened: My father became a tyrant in the family, and my mother was his litter... about me... I don’t know what to say about myself, just after 3 months of such a life I realized, that somewhere around 18 I will definitely move out of this madhouse!

I would like to briefly describe what roughly happened with us.

My father often drank in the morning and in the evening threw himself into drugs, and this made him aggressive and inappropriate, he even behaved like a crazy person! For example, he simply stood and looked at the wall, sharply attacked me or my mother (but did not lead to someone’s death), by the way, I often hid under the bed because of this. He also often punished me for nothing or because of some... then little things. If I was punished, I usually knelt on the buckwheat, or they hit me in the back with a belt, but I want to add that before the next punishment, every time I could have a panic attack or hysteria, my mother tried to do something about it, but she got hit on the head by dad. By 8, there were quite a lot of scars left on my back from the belt... one day he even attacked me with a glass bottle, he hit me on the head with it and the fragments hit me right in the eye, fortunately my mother realized and gave me first aid. After this situation, my right eye began to see worse and a scar appeared that I was ashamed of.

In fact, every day everything was worse and worse and it was impossible to endure it.

Because of this upbringing, it seems that I started having problems communicating with my peers and with people in general... I became more closed and aggressive, because of this they compared me to my father! I hated this comparison because I didn’t want to be like the one who caused me so much pain.

In fact, I still didn’t love my mother, even though she tried to protect and cover me, gave me first aid, she still didn’t leave this tyrant! Explaining everything by saying that she loves him, it will be difficult for her to find housing and in general everything is very difficult.

By the age of 13, my mother allowed me to have a cat, but my father did not know this. I was incredibly happy, I just started beaming with happiness at home!! After we brought home a three-colored and very fluffy cat, I named her Milka, she became my only ray of light in this house saturated with darkness.

After I started her, the situation with me became better, because she always cheered me up, I could speak to her and she constantly looked at me as if she understood me, understood my feelings and what I was saying.. I don’t know how it worked but my mental state became clearly better, I felt it and understood that very soon I would start working in order to save up for a house and move away from my parents with my pet.

You're probably wondering if her father touched her?

No, I usually locked her in my room, where there was everything she needed, and there she usually sat alone until I came home, and overall everything was fine!

By the age of 17, I was very attached to Milka, I simply adored her, she still supported my condition and in some moments I became kinder or what?.. At the same moment I started my part-time work and savings, I had to come home late in the evening, but nothing, it was worth it, I tried to save up as quickly as possible, at least for rented, cheap housing, but it worked out slowly because I had to spend extra money on food, litter, etc. for Milka.

One evening, as always, I came home tired from my part-time job and felt a strange and unpleasant smell from the kitchen... a characteristic metallic smell... when I realized that it was literally the smell of blood, I was very scared, at first I thought that my father had done something to my mother ! And after this thought, I immediately ran to the kitchen where everything was even worse.

On the large kitchen table, which was stained with scarlet, lay the beloved cat Milka, with her belly ripped open, around which her soft, lovely fur was stained with a red liquid that hurt her eyes. The animal's entrails were pulled out and scattered all over the table, and small ribs were sticking out, creating an unpleasant odor in the kitchen and throughout the house. Blood, a viscous substance, flowed from the table onto the floor, while over the lifeless body of the beloved cat stood none other than the father with a huge kitchen knife in his hands, directly and without a single hint showing that he was behind this whole picture. He staggered a little from side to side, looking vaguely at the dead Milka, which indicated that he was colorfully drunk and not sober.

Because of this, I immediately lost control over my body, my legs gave way and I fell to the floor, leaning against the wall, and immediately began to flow down my cheeks. hot tears while I said something incomprehensible:

-bitch! Bastard! I HATE YOU! BASTARD.. I WILL KILL YOU! I WILL Strangle You With My Own Hands! - I switched from quiet muttering to hysterical screaming

Just in response to the screams, my mother came running, who froze for a couple of seconds and then tried to somehow help me, but nothing worked and I had to call special help, or rather an ambulance.

When they arrived, they immediately checked my condition and filled me with some kind of pills, which, unsurprisingly, helped to drown out the terrible loss of the only animal close to me... in fact, I remember practically nothing that happened... I just remember these passages and how my mother led me into my room by the hand, and then I lay down on the bed.. and the whole room reminded me of Milka and I decided to just look out the window, it was at that moment that I saw him!

The tall figure of a man, in an elegant suit and very pale, he had unnaturally long limbs... and the most important feature was that he was without a face, at that moment it scared me, but not as much as what happened to me next...

And then what happened was that after a few days I had a certain mark in the form of a circle crossed out with a cross, it appeared on my collarbone and when touched it began to hurt terribly, as if I were touching some kind of burn in this area... it was after this that my appetite became terrible and I began to lose weight very quickly, I was in my room all the time and didn’t go to school or work part-time, sometimes I just went outside into the forest, where I buried what was left of my favorite animal.

But also after the appearance, I began to feel that my feeling of revenge and desire to harm someone was growing, over these days I became more aggressive and focused.

A couple of days later, I caught a moment when my father was busy with something in the garden, this situation influenced him a little and he began to take and drink less, I was able to quietly sneak into the pantry and take his chainsaw from there. In a couple of minutes, I carefully approached him from behind with a slight grin and turned on the chainsaw, before the man had time to turn around and think to do something, the blade pierced his skull, opening the box and bringing him instant death.

During this mess, I even got excited and felt a slight excitement, I was filled with feelings of satisfaction and pleasure, so I didn’t stop at one head and started sawing his body, after just a couple of seconds I abruptly stopped and moved away from my father’s corpse, or rather what was left of him ..my mother watched all this from the window, and she called the police.

after that I decided that I would not stop and went into the house in my hands holding a chainsaw which was completely covered in scarlet liquid.. I entered the house, my mother immediately came up to me and started shouting at me, she said that the police would arrive very soon so I decided that I would kill her too, because anyway, for me, she is also to blame for all of this.

Before she had time to understand my intentions and move away from me, I hit her on the head, and then the chainsaw blade sharply passed through her neck, instantly killing her, and I went to my room and now I’m planning to change clothes and leave this house, I want to continue my work and tell my story, so I’ll leave the diary here on the table in my room. Bye.

⁃ this diary was found by the police in a house where 2 corpses were found, one in the garden which belonged to Adam Hazle, and the other belonging to the woman Stacy in the corridor right before leaving the house, but their daughter was not found at all, after reading in the diary the police immediately realized who it was guilty and put her on the wanted list, but to this day she has still not been found.

# Interesting Facts

-she faced bullying at school, but it quickly stopped because they were afraid of her because of her aggressive behavior, although she didn’t do anything like that, they just thought that she was not adequate and stopped paying attention.

-There are also scars on her stomach, only they are not from her father, but because of one situation that happened in childhood, she tried to run away into the forest and there she got lost and fell into bushes with thorns, there she received many cuts and had to return

-In Kelly’s dreams, she dreamed of Slenderman who offered to kill his parents and complete submission, in the end she agreed, but not in the dream