Help me - An AJ Creepypasta by Cherrysplash AJ

Author's note
This was not meant to offend or scare anyone, only for entertainment purposes. If you or anyone you know has been offended or scared, please leave a complaint in the comments section below. All credit goes to Cherrysplash AJ, the writer and illustrator. Do not edit without permission from Cherrysplash AJ first. Please give feedback, and a rating from 1-10. Ask before using any art from this story.

Wrote on: Ipad Mini: iOS 10

Drew on: Showme

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YouTube: Cherrysplash AJ

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Email: cherrysplash.warriors@gmail.com

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🌺Cherrysplash🌺

1
I kicked a pebble across the bumpy road. I had my Nyan Cat backpack slung over my shoulder. I always hated walking past here. The old prison. I always thought I heard whispers in the wind, but I was convinced that was just my imagination. Now, I know I was wrong about that. It wasn't my imagination. I know I heard the ghostly rasps of 'Help me...' and 'Food... please'. I sometimes thought I saw shadows of people in those jail cells, but I could never be sure. The reason I hated walking past there wasn't because the shadows scared me. It was the whispers. They did not sound human. But today, I felt brave and angry. I knew that it wasn't fair for me to be scared every day walking back from school. I swallowed, and carefully padded down the path. I looked into the nearest outside jail cell. I screamed.

2
Well, it turns out that I wasn't nessecarily right or wrong about this. I was wrong about the shadows. There were not shadows of people in there. That was just the long trees swaying in the wind. Now, I feel foolish to have thought that. Who would mistake trees for people? Only a very scared person, like me. I was perhaps to scared to think clearly about what I was seeing. Oh well, it's over now, so no reason to grieve. But, I was right about one thing. That was that the whispers were definitely not human.

3
I ran all the way home. On the way home, I knew I would never walk that way again. I would use the other path from now on. I ran into my room, spooked, and jumped on my computer to drown out all other voices im my head. What I had seen was, well, a black wolf, with red eyes, and blood on its torn, ragged body. Where there was supposed to be an eye, there was a dark red hole.

4
I logged onto AJ, and immediately headed to Coral Canyons to try and break the bridge. To my surprise, there were about 19 others hopping. "One more!" They were calling. I started to hop, and the bridge crumbled under us. A fox was hanging on to the edge. "Help me!" He called to me. I looked back. My life was more important than his. "Help yourself." More animals called for help. A panda, a monkey, a cute little bunny...

5
I fled. I went into my den, and locked it, I was breathing hard. What insane game developers would put this in a kids game? I pressed my back against the chair. I was sweating. Suddenly, a black wolf with red eyes entered my locked den. I checked his gamer tag. He was not my buddy. His username was about eight zeros. I inspected this person carefully. He must be a hacker. He stared to speak. "Come. I will show you something," I followed him. He led me into Coral Canyons. He walked up to the bridge. I gasped. There was no bridge. Just a hole, where it broke. To my immense surprise, a jam-a-gram appeared. It was a gift. The gift was... Wings? I stared in confusion. "Put them on." He instructed me. Instead of falling, I fluttered gently. He pushed me off the bridge.

6
I screamed. I landed in a jail room. In the cells were animals. The animals I didn't save. "What have you done to us?" They were all black, with red eyes and spattered with blood. I pleaded for forgiveness, which of they had none to give. "Too late. Mean jammers must be punished." The wolf dragged me to a table. He changed my animal down. "Help me..." I whispered, the last words my animal ever said.