*This is the origin story of a character from my “Ghost House” stories. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*
Once upon a time, there was a sweet and kind girl named Samara Robinson. She lived happily with her Mommy.
Until, one day, when a letter arrived. Mommy read the letter fearfully and told Samara to be careful.
Samara didn't understand, but she listened to Mommy’s advice.
Days had passed since the letter had come. And yet still, a knock came at their door.
Mommy was nowhere to be found, so Samara opened the door, to answer the peculiar knock.
To her horror, a lady in a vibrant orange cloak, was trapping Mommy in her arms and bringing a knife to her face.
"I told you to give me the money or you and your child dies! I said it clearly in the letter!" The woman shrieked maddeningly, eyes white with shock..or was it evil?
"And I told you that you should earn money by working, not by asking me for money! Samara..don't listen to her. Call help. Then, you RUN. Do you understand me?!" Mommy asked, eyes having that same crazed quality as the lady, but somehow seeming…nicer?
Samara was scared for her life. This mean lady was going to kill Mommy and she was supposed to RUN?! She was supposed to leave?
"What about you?" Samara asked softly, voice almost a whisper.
"Don't worry about me, just RUN! NOW!" She yelled.
Samara ran upstairs to pack her things, crying. When Samara was safe behind the closed door of her room, she got to work.
And then, she could hear footsteps behind her. Maybe it was Mommy? Did she break free from the woman? Was it all a trick? A bad dream? Was she going to wake up?
She opened the door.
It was the strange woman.
Before she could even scream, the woman grabbed her by her neck, pinned her to the floor and stabbed her more times than anyone could imagine. Her blood pooled the hardwood floors..
Samara woke up somehow knowing deep inside that she was dead. She found her mother standing in the corner of her room, as if she were there all along. Mommy was entirely blurry black, like a shadow. No features could be made out, except for the rouge blood dripping down her face and her white eyes and white mouth.She had white, electric wings on her back.
Why did Mommy look like a demon?
"It's because I'm sad beyond your understanding. That was a friend, you see. She's going to steal our money because she has none. She killed us and now she's going to fake her identity and pretend that she's family, so she can have the money and be "The last member of our family who is alive." You don't understand and that's okay. I'll get back at her." Mommy said.
Samara went up to her and hugged her. She had Mommy with her and that was what mattered.
The sweet thing was unaware that on this very night, her Mommy vowed to haunt and torment her and her daughter's killer, forever, until the day the woman died, so that she could pay for her crimes.
It'd be a fate much worse than death itself. She'd make sure of it.
Because no one would kill her and her child without paying some kind of price.