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The Friend in Need...
Hello, my name is James Slatter and I attend Brown County High school in Mt. Sterling, IL. I am not much for reading creepypastas, mostly because they are fictional works of horror and I never thought they would be anything more than viral tall tales meant to scare people ,or put a creepy twist on a child hood figure. That is, till November 5th, 2012 when I received this wired email on yahoo. It was from a user name "AFriendInNeed", who at the time I thought was some emo kid looking for someone to talk to. The message had a wired greeting," As beautiful as the days' brake, it is great to see yet another pain." When I read this I was confused and replied," Who is this and what makes you think I am in pain?" There wasn't much of a time gap between the replies that would reveal the opening to the startling tale to unfold. "My dear friend, we merely be halves of the same whole, though we be separated by an untouchable line. My name is not important for I do not exist. I am one who is already dead, and yet to move on till I have made amends to a previous sin. A sin that I must prevent." As I read ," I am one who is already dead...", I instantly did not like the conversation and quickly replied to this stranger," I don't know who this is, and what your hinting at, but I think you need to see a therapist. I don't think I can be of any help to you." I sent the reply to the stranger and got off the computer and thought about what "AFriendinNeed" was trying to tell me, but soon dropped the thought from my mind since I felt it had ended. However, the next morning when I got up and had taken my shower I lost that same feeling and felt something attracting me to my email inbox. I checked the inbox and saw yet another message from the faceless stranger and pondered what I should do. After a sound minute or so I deleted it and went on with my morning routine before school. When I finished my breakfast and headed to school I found Amanda waiting for me at the front door. We walked in side by side and I told her about the strange messages I had revived last night and how I deleted the one this morning. She may have had the classic rough" Gothic" appearance, but she was a really kind person and scolded me for shrugging off that stranger like that. She did have a point; being so rude to someone that seemed to pretty d**k move on my part since they did seem troubled. I decided once I got home I would apologize to them and hear them out. School was uneventful, but when I got home the normal day thing changed. There was a letter that had been slid under the door that had "AFriendInNeed" on the envelope in large print and looked as if someone with unseady hands wrote it. My folks had left before me and neither of them where home when I had gotten there. I looked around and listened to see if I could catch a possible intruder. When I felt, " Comfortable" enough to read the note. It was written in the same way the senders name had been and was rough to read, but I was able to make out most of it.

Ignorance

" Dear sweet other half. We may remain separate for now, but continue to ignore my request we may reunite. Though it may be in a way most distasteful. There is little time till "The Day of Great Sins." You must prevent the gears from turning and leading to the dark end. James, you are the only one that can prevent the repeat of of mans darkest event." I remember standing there thinking,"Why? Why the hell is this person bothering me so much? Why am I the focus of this persons on torment? Why did this person sound like they where from the future?" And the most important question," What the ******** is," The Day of Great Sins?" Every time I saw even a word this person had sent me just left me with more questions than I had before. To try and relax and stop the endless mental questioning of the motives behind my tormentors messages; I went into the kitchen and fixed something to eat and than checked my emails. Loath and behold there was another email, though this one read, " Oh how the heart can lie, oh how the pains can make us want to fly. Does ignorance give a pardon to ignore one's cry of help? Is it possible you are just another blind fool? Can you not hear the plea? Day by day I feel you ignore my pain and make more memories to dull the pain of your own heart. Could it also be safe to assume your evils keep you from acknowledging your own sinful guilt? They be a friend in need of a true friend indeed. Are you this friend, or the monster to raise this hell to earth and setting motion to the Day of Great Sin?" That was it. If you ever wanted to know what it was be mind ******** here it is. I tried for half an hour to figure out what this nut job wanted from me. All I could understand was that someone out there was losing there damn mind and was blaming me for it. I had no idea as to what this person was wanting from me and in my fit of frustration there was another message. "If you are really so blind, than I pity those who will be plagued by my mistakes once again. If this is truly it, than the voices where right. You where worst than those who bullied and abused me tomorrow. Your fate shall be cemented if you do not take action." I sent messages asking what it is they where wanting me to do but there was never a reply. I spent the rest of that night trying to figure out what it was they where telling me. What is it that I am supposed to stop? Why did they have to be so damn cryptic? Most importantly on my mind though; why was I taking it so seriously? Could something bad happen if I didn't do what I this person wanted me to do? I didn't know and decided to visit Amanda on my way to school. She lived in an apartment complex with her father not to far from school, so it wouldn't be much of a detour.

The Knife

That morning I rushed to get out the door so I could get a second view on the situation. I just couldn't figure it out on my own. The thought of calling the police was an option, but the fear that if this was a serious situation and the potential threat out weighed the risk of setting this person off. The only thing I could think of is that some one was slowly losing there mind and where begging me for help, but the theory just felt wrong. Everything about this was wrong. For starters, if I was supposed to stop what ever it was that was going to happen than why be so cryptic? Also, if it was so bad and they had knowledge of this happening before it did, why didn't they stop it? I gave up on thinking about it once I got to the building. I went up to the apartment on the third floor. I knocked on there door and could hear harsh whispers from behind the door. There was another noise, but the whispers made it almost in audible. For a moment, everything was silent till an unfamiliar man in his late forties answered the door by cracking it open so I could only see his right eye. Her father was about 36 and the man in front of me was unfamiliar and had a harsh tone in it," The hell you want kid?" I looked at him puzzled and asked," Is Amanda home?" he snapped at me and said," Never heard of her! Just moved in so bet it you little ******** face!" The door slammed shut in my face and the sound of heavy foot steps storming off to a room farther from the door could be heard clearly. I started to walk away wondering if what he had said was true, but something stopped me. Amanda would have said she and her dad where moving to a new place, wouldn't she? That thought alone made me curious, but not enough to chance breaking and entering. Not until my head filled with the thought of that "Day of Great Sin" thing popped into my head. The thought of something happening and I just ignored it made me to open the door. I went in with only the intent of making sure what he said was true, but the house set up was the same as Amanda's and I could hear whispering. Not just the two male voices, but something else. As if voices in my head where telling me something. I pushed the voices back as I walked silently to the bed room to see not only the stranger, but Amanda's father taking off there belts with her bound and gagged to a chair. She looked to me and screamed alerting the two to my prescience. "James, you should'a just left boy." I saw him pick up a WWI trench knife with the initials D.T engraved onto the bottom of the blade and both men make a lunge at me while bracing my self for the worst. However, no mental preparation could prepare me for what was next. My vision went red as I felt the rage building and a sharp sting in my stomach before passing out to the sound a muffled scream and someone tumbling down the stairs.

If...

When my vision cleared to normal I was outside of the high school and behind me where SWAT trucks with there lights on, and the pitch black fog made it impossible to see more than three feet away from the edge of the police lights. The trucks circled the door to the great three story building. I looked around with the aid of the red, blue and white lights to see the front doors and felt the soft pull of curiosity as I walked in. Walking into the building was no different from staying outside except for the fact it was much harder to see with out the lights to help me. My mind raced trying to conceive what it was that I was doing here and how I got to school and if Amanda was okay. I took a deep breath and pressed on to delve deeper into the darkness. It engulfed every thing and made it impossible to see vary far. There where three halls in the main entrance of the school I could take. I started to feel around the walls and could feel the cold stone walls and some wet spots. When I got to one of the hallways there was some sort of wall that felt like it was made from pieces of what felt like student desks. I began to fell around in the unending darkness some more till I felt an empty space that I could walk in. There was little silence here other than the sound of my own footsteps however. The sound of hushed whispers and soft laughter and giggles where everywhere though no person could be seen. As the the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I eventually kicked something that felt big, but yet had a slight softness to it. When it fell over and had clack and thud like sound on the hard floor and gave a small source of light that was focused on the black and white tiled floor. The light came from a tac light on what seemed to be a helmet, and with the sudden blessing of light I had to pick it up and use it to see what it was I had just stumbled upon. It had been a police officer in a SWAT officers uniform that had been killed with what looked to be a slash mark across the neck cutting all the main arteries. I looked up from the body to see that not only this spot, but the entire hall had been stained with blood. There was a long trail of the red mess leading somewhere that I had been following by mistake ,and on walls around me there where pentagrams with roman numerals surrounding them. I am not for certain if it was my fear or for real, but the darkness felt like it was trying to pull me into it like it wanted me. This feeling gave it a more life like persona and just made me want to get the hell out of here more. I decided it was time to get out, but when I turned around the fog had formed a thick black wall that I couldn't push thorough! I shoved, punched, kicked, even threw the officers helmet at it to only result in more laughter. I stood there only a moment longer before I started to make my way down the hall, following the trail that had been left behind by who or what had left it. Along my stroll of terror I realized it wasn't just the police killed; it had been students and teachers as well. There wasn't just pentagrams littering the walls now; there was also last words using what they could, weather it be marker or the remains of a friend or co-worker. There where messages saying things like, "RUN!" "Don't let it get you" "WE ARE THE DAMMED!!" "The light is not your friend! Embrace the SHADOWS!" "Praise the Dark Lord and thank him for our salvation!" Clearly what ever it was lurking in the shadows was deadly and the fear built up rapidly as I glanced over what I saw. I wanted to stop following the trail, but I couldn't. What ever this fog was, it wanted me to press on and see the end of this road. The shadows blocked every door to a class room or closet. The whispers grew louder and the sensation of it reaching out to me, to take me, grew faster as I saw corpses of classmates and staff start to come into view. I prayed that this walk was coming to an end, and that was when I saw it. The only other source of light in this god forsaken building. A light shining down on some one in the center of the gym. I could see them threw the glass that was in the door and made my way in slowly trying to analyze what there was to see with my light. To the right of the door laid Amanda's father with a wad of cash in his hands and next to his corpse was the stranger that was in the room with him. Both of them had there tongues cut out, slashed beyond belief, and seemed to have stab wounds in the area of what would formerly be known as there, "Man Hood." I looked to the center of the gym to see in the center circle there was a light beaming down on what looked like a girl praying over a person on the ground. As I drew closer on the red dyed wood floor to the figures in the light, I heard whispering and weeping. When I was just a few feet away I saw that the body was on a pentagram. I continued to walk to her cautiously and turned the small tac light off at the sudden realization that it was Amanda sitting next to my own body on the ground! I was just horrified, but the terror grow when I noticed that my corpse had been eviscerated and used to draw massive pentagram. I reached for Amanda's shoulder when the corpse on the ground rolled it's head and said in a horse whisper," Run...dumb a**... just run.." I than turned my attention to Amanda who had turned her own head to me when the corpse said his final words. Here blue eyes where wide with insanity , a fanged grin from cheek to cheek, a broken nose from where someone tried to defend themselves, her grey sweatshirt, blue jeans ,and converse where all drenched a dark red from her victims, and her black hair was a scraggly mess. I could not tell if she was even human anymore from how jagged her teeth had become. She turned back for a brief moment and tore out a bone ,and with quick velocity threw it into the light above concealing us in the darkness. I turned on the tac light from the helmet and began to ran as she slide from sight. As I ran the deathly silence had been replaced with the lively sounds of pain, terror and her damn laughter! I ran and ran as the shadows started part so I could run back to the entrance, but while I ran black shadowy arms reached out and started to grab at me to bring me down so they could either drag me in, or so that Amanda, if she still was Amanda, could catch me. As I got to the entrance of the building and opened the door, I could see what appeared to be shadows taken the shape of people walking to the trucks that sheltered me from them. The whispers grew into one loud jumble of numbers! I couldn't tell what the numbers where supposed to mean, but I didn't care about it at the moment since everything was trying to kill me. I looked back to see a silhouette of Amanda with the knife in her hand that was created from the light of the SWAT trucks, and behind her another legion of shadows coming my direction. As the jumbled numbers grew louder I tried getting into a truck that had a shot gun, but the door was locked and I couldn't bust the bullet proof window out so I could reach in. I started to climb the truck to get to higher ground, but I felt something grab my ankle. When I looked back to see Amanda crushing my ankle and saw her toothy grim part so she could say," This is what you have stopped James. To bad you won't live to cross back to your world!" She yanked me off the truck and slammed me onto the ground, and before I could react, she slammed the blade of the knife into my stomach and forcefully twisted the blade causing massive amount of pain. As I started to scream the pain I saw that she was using the same knife her father held when he charged me. The pain grew more intenses from her twisting the blade inside of me and I felt the life flowing out of me till I blacked out. Clearly I woke up, but not in a hospital.I was in a large white room wondering if I had failed, or if that was what would have happened if I just walked away.

Heaven?

I woke up and looked around from the soft bed I was on, but I wasn't in any hospital I had ever seen. It was just a bit white box. The only thing that was there other than the bed and myself, was the black rectangle against the wall in front of me at the other end of the room. Soon after I awoke a white figure came into the room. Now when I say white, I don't mean like a bleached white person. I am talking about a white mannequin walking into the room. It looked as if it was a mannequin with a sort of glowing aura. And it spoke funny too. Like many men and woman talking at once to make an echoing effect, and it felt like they where talking to some imaginary being in the room as well as me, almost like a recording. It said," You are one of the few to be selected friend. You will have time rest until you are called to serve again. We must find the rest before your services are required again. For now, meet the challenges your daily life to the best of your abilities. QEB ILPQ PLIFABO ZXJB YBCLOB QEB YIXZH IXJY. Caesar has the answer." Once he finished talking my I blinked and saw three hazy faces staring down at me and I could hear faint beeping in behind the dulled voices. When I fully came to I saw my parents and Amanda as they called over a doctor saying I was awake.

Truths, Answers, and Questions

When Amanda's father and buddy rushed me I lost control. I was so pissed my mind sent me into a psychosis and I killed them both. I had taken the knife from her father after I broke his elbow and slit the other man's throat. After I had killed the man, her father started to run. I caught him at the stairs and tackled him down them. His neck had snapped and his body cushioned my fall. At this point the neighbors and police where coming to the scene to see the blade of that trench knife go into my stomach as I twisted it. One of the officers was able to stop the bleeding and the paramedics where able to get my body to the hospital for medical treatment along with Amanda. They thought I tried to commit suicide. They thought I was so mad that I went crazy. They where wrong. So very, very wrong. That "Demon Amanda" used me as a conduit so she could get her revenge. She needed someone that wasn't involved to go there so she could kill the bastards and the one person she always need to be there at her side when it mattered most. I failed her in that world and wanted to hurt the one that was able to have me as well as obtaining her revenge. I never told anyone this because a week later when I got to go home before I went to concealing I checked my email. There was nothing. Nothing that even hinted the interactions or anything. I know this hasn't been a dream, or some insane desire to murder someone. Some one was leading me to this result, though I don't know who. The jumbled letters though... I was able to scribble them down on something along with what the being had said," Caesar knows the answer." What does he mean and what is does he want from me?

Author's notes: The inspiration behind this was based on something back when I was first surfing the internet and got a friend request from some body on one of my favorite sites. I asked who it was and the only thing I ever heard from said person was," Some one who is already dead." I never heard from them again and expanded on the creepy idea of this with some friends and came up with the basic idea of this. The hint to the Cipher is in there for anyone who cares to figure it out.