Tanya

my friend showed me this post on a forum a few weeks ago, and it really chilled me. I screenshotted it to show some people, and thank god I did, or no one would ever know about it. it was taken down a few days later. it read as follows:

"Before I begin, I just want to clarify that this isn’t a creepypasta. I know it may seem like one, but I’m not doing this to get attention. I just need to get my story out there. Believe me or don’t, I don’t care. But something was out there that night, and it almost killed me. Anyways, here we go.

I will never forget the events leading up to this post. They will haunt me as long as I live, and so long as this thing is hunting me, I probably won’t live much longer. Anyways, you’re probably wondering what happened, and who I am. Well, my name is Mark. I’m 22, and I live in the outskirts of Manchester. I’m an aspiring artist, and I currently wait tables at a restaurant which I would probably get in trouble for saying the name of in this post. So, one night, about three weeks ago, I was working late, helping with the washing up. I’d had sizeable tips that night, and was looking forward to spending it on some art supplies. Maybe some Copics markers, or a drawing tablet. I hear the front door open, and look up to see a girl about my age with long silver hair and deep blue eyes looking at me.

“Sorry, we closed 14 minutes ago.” I said automatically. I was dumbstruck by how beautiful she was.

“That’s alright. I was just hoping to give you my number. You were my waiter tonight, and you were very sweet.” She said. Her voice was rich, like honey, and she pressed a slip of paper into my hand as she left the building. After a minute of staring at the door, I looked down at the paper in my hand.

Call me sometime, Sweetie.

Her phone number was written below. I couldn’t believe it. It was signed as follows:

With love,

Tanya.

Followed by a little heart. My heart was pounding. A beautiful girl had given me her number, and I hadn’t even done anything! It was too good to be true.

The next day, I dialed her number into my phone, and stood there awkwardly as I waited for her to pick up.

“Hello?” Her voice was just as sweet as in person.

“Hi Tanya, it’s Mark. From yesterday? I thought I would call, like you said.” I stammered awkwardly. She giggled.

“No need to be so nervous, Mark.” She said. I laughed.

“I’m always nervous around beautiful girls.” I said, as my voice steadied. I heard her laugh.

“Aren’t you just the cutest!” She exclaimed. “Do you use that line on all the girls?” She giggled again.

“Just the pretty ones.” I answered. We chatted for a while, and then I asked her to coffee. She accepted, then told me she had to go. After she hung up, I ran upstairs to try to figure out what to wear for a coffee date.

Things went well over the next week. We would meet up constantly for dates, and we did everything from coffee, to movies, to fancy lunches and dinners. Finally, I asked her to be my girlfriend, and she said yes. I was the happiest I had ever been. We planned a camping trip, just the two of us, up in the mountains. I was discussing it with my friend Andy, when he brought up the fact that Tanya and I had not been dating long.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, you’ve been dating for 2 weeks, and you’re already going on a camping trip. Don’t you think things are moving a little fast?” He took a sip of coffee.

“No. I think things are perfect. Tanya is the kindest, sweetest, most loving girl I’ve ever known. I’m thinking of proposing to her soon.” At this, Andy only groaned.

“You’ve known her 2 weeks, and you want to propose?” He said, almost laughing.

“It’s true love, Andy.” I replied. He shook his head.

“I don’t think so. Listen, something’s a little off about her. I looked her up, and nothing! She has no social media, no mentions online, I can’t even find a school that has her listed as a student. The girl’s a ghost, dude!” I shook my head again.

“You’re being irrational.” I checked my watch. “Oh! I had better get going. I don’t want to be late.” I said, and rushed out the door before Andy could say another word. As much as I believed my own words, the entire car ride up to the campsite I couldn’t get his words out of my head.

“Mark? Are you ok?” Tanya’s voice pushed my thoughts away, and I smiled genuinely at her.

“I’m wonderful.” I said. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, as we pulled up to the campsite.

The weekend was amazing, up until the last day. We were packing up our things, and I told Tanya I was taking one last look at the campsite before we headed out. I walked a small ways away from the car, until all I could hear was the sound of the wildlife. After a few moments, I turned to go. That’s when I felt the knife enter my stomach. It missed my vital organs, thank god. I hurried back to where Tanya was loading the car, but she wasn’t there. Everything was neatly in the car, and it was all ready to go, but Tanya was gone. I was losing blood still, and I began to yell for her.

“Tanya! Tanya!!” Tears has sprung to my eyes. I was screaming for what felt like ages, but was probably only about a minute. “Tanya!”

“Mark!” I felt her hand on my arm, and I turned. Tanya was standing right behind me, wearing a look of concern on her beautiful face. “What on earth happened?!” She exclaimed, upon seeing my wound.

“Someone stabbed me.” I said, all of my adrenaline gone.

“We need to get you to the hospital. Come on, there was one not too far from here.” She helped me bandage my wound, then we got into the car, and hurried away.

That night, I woke up in my hospital room to find Tanya standing at my feet. She was facing the window, which was away from me, and I couldn’t see her face.

“Tanya.” I said softly. She slowly turned, and I had a sudden uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt that something was wrong. But nothing was. She was just Tanya, smiling at me, like she was happy to see me.

“Mark.” She whispered. I smiled at her, but I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. She cupped my face in her hands, and kissed me. Her hands moved from my chin up to my temples, where she brushed my hair out of my face. Something about her seemed to change as she did so. Her eyes hardened, and her smile wasn’t as warm as it used to be. Cracks began at her left eye. They spread across the left side of her face. She turned away from me, as I lay there, as though paralyzed. When she turned back, she wasn’t Tanya anymore. She looked like her, but she wasn’t. One of her brilliant blue eyes was empty. Just a socket. It had cracks spreading out from it, like a porcelain doll might have, if it was dropped. The cracks were dripping with something like ink. It was black, and blue, and green. She looked at me, with a horrible smile on her face. Her hands reached for my face, and I felt my body freeze. Her cold hands touched my skin, and I shuddered. She only smiled, digging her sharp nails into my skin and drawing blood. Her hands clawed at my face, at my left eye. It felt like my face was splitting, and I began to scream. She howled in laughter, as she continued clawing at my face. Tears welled up in my eyes, but they were black and red. Blood. My hands reached for the button to call the nurse’s station, and I pressed it furiously until the door flew open, and Tanya disappeared.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” The nurse asked, looking worried.

“A… a girl was in my room. She attacked me! She disappeared when you came in.” I stammered. The nurse looked around, then called security, who searched the hospital. But the girl couldn’t be found. And when I asked about my face, they told me nothing was wrong. Indeed, when I looked in the mirror, the marks from her nails were gone.

The next day, I told Andy what had happened.

“Dude, Tanya tried to kill you!” He said, alarmed.

“No. Something that looked like Tanya tried to kill me. Tanya would never!” Andy sighed.

“Mark. You’ve known her for 2 weeks. Do you really know what she would and wouldn’t do?” He asked seriously. I opened my mouth to answer, but hesitated. Andy nodded.

“Exactly.” He said.

“No. I don’t believe it.” I picked up my phone.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Calling my girlfriend!” I said, as the phone dialed. It was taking a long time for her to answer. “Come on, Tanya! Pick up!” Finally, she picked up the phone.

“Hello?” It wasn’t Tanya’s voice. It was a girl, but she sounded different. She had an American accent.

“Um hi. My name is Mark. I’m Tanya’s boyfriend. Is she around?” There was silence on the other end of the phone.

“Um… Mark, my name is Rachel. I was Tanya’s roommate.”

“What? What do you mean ‘was’? Why past tense?” She sighed.

“Mark, I don’t know who you’ve been dating, but it wasn’t Tanya. Whoever gave you this number was probably playing a joke on you.”

“No. That isn’t possible. I’ve been talking to her on this number for weeks!”

“Mark.” Rachel was quiet for a moment. “Tanya died two years ago. I don’t know who you’ve been dating, but it wasn’t her.” I was silent.

“What?” I asked finally.

“I’m sorry.” She said. “Really.”

“Rachel, how exactly did she die?” I asked quietly.

“She was found in the woods, stabbed to death and with nail marks on her face. Worst of all, her left eye was missing.” At that, I hung up without saying goodbye. Andy was silent too.

“So… if she was dead the whole time, who were you dating?” He asked quietly.

“It wasn’t a who. It was a What. It was the thing that had killed her. And it tried to kill me too.” I said. Andy stood up.

“It didn’t get you though.” He said.

“It will.” I replied softly. “As soon as it gets the chance.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. I nodded.

“It said something. Before it disappeared.”

“What?” Andy asked me. I shook my head.

“I couldn’t make it out.”

Every day since that night, I have barely slept. I lay awake in the dark, and I sleep during the day. Andy never leaves my side, but that hasn’t stopped her from coming back. It was last night. I’ll never forget what she said to me. It was the whisper I had heard before, but now it was clear.

You cannot escape me.

I will take your life.

You will soon thank me.

Once I end your strife.

The end is upon you.

Now I will make you pay.

You fell in love with Tanya,

You should have stayed away.

I worry that she will take me, and move on to another. So I’m making this post so you know, don’t get involved with her. It will end in death, I promise. So… I guess what I’m trying to say is, Tanya has driven me mad. No. Not Tanya, this thing. This thing that pretends to be her. I’m going to join Tanya now. I just can’t leave her behind. I am scared of this thing killing me. So if I’m going to die, it should be on my terms. So if you’re reading this, be careful where you step, and who you love. Because these things might happen.

Tanya, I’m coming for you.

Andy, I’m sorry you’re going to find me, and read this. But I’m going to ask you here and now, please post this. Others should be warned. I can’t stand putting you in danger like this anymore. I’m sorry. You were the best friend I could hope for. You always looked out for me. I’ll see you around, dude.

… goodbye."

I also found this newspaper article that backs it up. here it is:

Manchester Daily:

Breaking news

22 year old Mark Collins was found dead in his room. The young man had just come home after surviving an attempted stabbing while in the forest on a camping trip. He also had claimed to have been attacked in his hospital room during recovery by a girl who attempted to take his left eye.

The crime scene indicates that he took his own life by cutting his wrists, however police aren’t so sure it was a suicide. His left eye had been removed postmortem, and the stitches on his stab wound had been removed. He appeared to be crying black, blue, and green ink. The police believe this is the work of the killer of a girl named Tanya Karen. She was killed in exactly the same way two years ago.

Mark left an unfinished post on his laptop, in which he described some disturbing events that supposedly happened to him, and included a note to his best friend, Andrew McKinnon, who had found the body, asking him to forgive him, and to upload the post. You can find it online if you wish to read it.

All in all, it seems that Mark was a good, but altogether disturbed young man. With help, he may have made a full recovery. Our hearts go out to his friends and family, during their time of mourning.

Submitted June 21, 2019 at 08:21PM by WiltingOrchid http://bit.ly/31NhrsP