*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Sally Dawn was created by La Mishi Mishi, Sam Williams was created by Camywilliams9, Laughing Jack was created by Snuffbomb. They are all Creepypasta characters! Now, I hope you enjoy this!*

“I’m Sally. It‘s nice to have others around.” Sally said with a soft smile, stepping out into the shadows.

The older boy lying on the bed, scrolling on his phone, however, did not seem to like Sally’s presence and instead, his eyes went wide with fear.

“I’m not just seeing things, right? You’re really, actually, a ghost, aren’t you? You’re a ghost…and you’re talking to me…” The boy trailed off, his phone on the floor after having dropped it, the unpleasant noise still ringing in Sally’s ears.

Sally sighed. The boy was afraid of her because she was dead and covered with blood. Like most of the living, he was scared of the wrong thing.

“Look, I know that I don’t look all that pleasing, but I didn’t ask to be dead. I’ve come to make myself known to you because while I like having people over, I really think that you and your parents should leave, as there is a much bigger threat looming around the corner.” Sally said.

She had explained things as plainly and simply as she could, hoping that the older boy would lose the frightened look in his face and actually start dooming something, but no, he was still paralyzed with fear.

A trickle of irritation and something more aggressive seeped into her. It wasn’t like she asked to be dead. It wasn’t like she wanted her Uncle to treat her as if she were nothing more than an object for his sick pleasure and then get beaten to death by a rock he pounded against her head. It wasn’t like she asked for her Uncle to come at all.

But yet there she was, eight years old forevermore, standing before an older boy who lay in what was once her bed, surrounded by four walls that were once the walls of her room, and he was looking at her as if she were the devil.

“What do you want me to do? Throw things at you and float off the ground? Because I can do that. I can be such a horrific poltergeist that you won’t be able to tell if I’m a demon or a ghost, but no, I’m not going to scare you just because I can. I chose who I want to torment and I have a reason for doing so. I never hurt anyone for fun, because that’s not what I believe in. But there are many out there who do and I only want to help you. Now, are you going to stop staring at me like that and start taking action?” Sally snapped, hoping that he’d get some sense knocked into him.

Laughing Jack lingered in the darkness like always, but she felt her fear of him inside her become replaced with wrath-tinged annoyance.

He wanted her to feel like a helpless little girl, just like her Uncle did. He wanted to make everyone feel hopeless and alone.

Well, she may have been dead, but she wouldn’t let others suffer the same fate as her.