Trigger warnings: death My fan creepypasta thingy Mary-Ann The Van I was only four before my life almost ended, I was lucky to escape but next time I might not be as lucky. Prologue Tick tock tick tock I looked up at the clock in annoyance, it was a wood carving of a clown with red hair and it’s eyes told the time. It always gave me shivers down my spine when ever I looked up at it. And when ever I try to get my parents to get rid of it they always pass it off with a “It’s an antique, we can get rid of it.” My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the Ice cream truck, I ran outside like the four year old I was. I stared up at the girl who was wearing a black hoodie over a white baseball cap with her brown hair and streaks of blond hair, her eyes black as the night, she had a crooked smile on her face the noticed me. She smiled even wider the leaned over the window in the van. “Hey kid, ya wanna stuffed animal or whatever right?” I stared at her eyes opened wide. “Whatcha’ want? A rabbit? A dinosaur? A chicken?” I was at a loss of words then she smiled bigger than I have seen before, she grabbed me by the neck then pulled me past the counter closed the blinds, I saw stuffed animals everywhere. I stared screams frantically. “Shut up wontcha’ [Idiot]” unaware of the language that she was using she grabbed a needle and was about to stab in into me to sew up my mouth. The thing, part that scared me the most was her mouth, it was opened on both sides showing me her teeth, her sharp sickening teeth. I suddenly felt the moist, wet, salty tears stream down my cheeks like rivers running rapidly on a windy day. I suddenly noticed her eyes turning white, no pupils, no black, no color. Just white plain eyes. Suddenly I herd a small knock on the door, the girl whipped around and opened the shudders but didn’t try and hide me covered in blood on the table, at that moment I risked everything and ran. Forgetting the little girl who saw me escaped. Forgetting my hair clip that was in my hair. I also forgot who I was supposed to be. The little girls and boys “D-daddy.. w-what’s going o-on?” I asked trembling. “GO!” My mother screamed while in tears and covered in blood, I left my rabbit by the fireplace and went to grab it. My father looked at me and took it before I could get it and cut the eye out. The fabric fell on the floor Mother was bloody and in tears The fabric fell on the floor Dad was the cause The fabric fell on the floor I rushed to the rabbit with stuffing pouring out took it and ran to my room. I took some old fabric and patched it up. The next day when I went to daycare my mom was now dead, my family (other then my dad) didn’t want to expose me to this so let me go to daycare without knowing But I knew My dad must have had a hard day and picked me up when I told him I left my stuffed rabbit in the daycare he turned red and walked over to it muttering what I made out to be cuss words that a six year old like me shouldn’t have heard. When I got to the car he stared yelling at me I sat there crying while he told me to “shut up” which had made me cry louder, when we got home he grabbed the knife and slit half the sides of my mouth open and cut my hair. suddenly Everything slowed down, I saw the knife come towards me.. Then I felt nothing, I was in a void But a voice called out and spoke “revenge on all” I cried. The chants grew louder till I realized that it was coming from me. I cried Why me? Can’t it end already? Please, just stop-...! Then I woke up. The van “Yea yea..” I said In that tone out of boredom “Mary, just gather your [stuff] up and leave. gosh darn dangy it.” A older boy named Jeff said in anger since I have been pestering him all morning. Suddenly a smile over my face, I had a desire since I was six after I died to kill all little kids and my father for what he has done. I have completed half of that request,, my thoughts were interrupted by a small girl “here.” She handed me a small screw driver, “thanks I guess.” I was walking in the bare summer heat when I spotted a van. And peaked around the back, weird nobody there. I went inside screwdriver in hand, hands sweating. The glasses shimmered in the light reflecting from a small box with a small label labeled ‘Mary’ I looked at the box and slowly opened it, inside was a shiny needle and bright red thread and my old white and pink rabbit plush. I picked up all the new (but old) items I had acquired from the box and started cleaning up. But who could have put everything in there, was it mother Mother was bloody and in tears. Father? He hated me. The fabric fell. I suddenly felt a wave of emotions. Trying to blink back the salty tears flowing like rivers from my eyes I curled up into a ball in the corner with my plush. I heard a small noise and got up. It was a small redhead girl looking up staring at me not knowing if I was safe or not. “Hey kid want a stuffed animal or whatever?” That’s how my serial killer career began.
Her creepypasta name is Mary-Ann The Van and no she is not a van.
