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Whitney Scott: Character Profile

August 19, 2018 Published by ERook

AN: This is a profile of the main character from my “Born Evil” Story. I purposely kept her backstory in Born Evil kind of vague to make it a little bit more mysterious, and also because it wasn’t full developed. But the basics are here!

 

Full Name: Whitney Elizabeth Scott

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personal traits: kind, giving, intelligent, creative, shy, quiet

Hair color: Brunette

Eye color: Blue

 

Backstory: As a quiet teen, Whitney always had it pretty tough. She didn’t have many friends and mostly kept to herself. After her parents died in a fatal accident, she was forced to move in with her aunt from Oregon.

 

Category: Character Sheets, Horror
Tags: backstory, born evil, Character profiles

Born Evil: The Final Chapter

August 14, 2018 (updated January 2, 2019) Published by ERook

It was just one week til school started, and the sixteen year old Whitney was only too eager to get out of the house. She was never horribly uncomfortable around her aunt, but her cousin was a different story. In all the time she had been in Oregon, her cousin did not speak a word to her. Whitney tried to get to know her the best she could, but it was as if the little girl was making an effort to remain distant.

 

After a long day of chores and a delicious dinner on the back patio looking over the water, Whitney felt it was time to go to bed. She carried her and her aunt’s dishes in from the backyard table as it just began to lightly rain. In the distance there was lightning and Whitney had to make sure the table was all cleaned up before the storm got too close. She gathered the leftover food and the remaining silverware with plenty of time.

 

Just after the sunset, Whitney bid Lily goodnight and walked up the stairs, passing her little cousin on the landing without a greeting. Her masked cousin looked up at her as she passed, and then continued down the stairs.

 

Whitney crawled into her small bed, cramped between her dresser and wall, right next to the window. She was tired, but could not help but watching the storm creep up in the window. The lightning got brighter and the thunder louder, but after hours, she managed to cry herself to sleep.

 

It was about 3 a.m when Whitney was awoken by the loudest crackle of thunder she had ever heard. She sprang up, heart beating out of her chest and sweating. Trying to catch her breath she looked around her room to try spot the clock and see what time it was. The rain was still beating down in one of the biggest storms since her family’s accident.

 

After a moment, a strike of lightning lit up the room; she saw something, or someone, standing within arm’s reach of her bed. She was terrified, but the next flash of lightning seconds later revealed the figure’s identity. It was a short hooded figure wearing a yellow raincoat, gloves, red rain boots, and a hand drawn mask. Whitney screamed, but under the roar of the thunder, it was hardly audible. “What do you think you’re doing!” Whitney screamed at her cousin. “Well?” she said, “You can give someone a heart attack doing something like that.” Whitney was always respectful of the girl’s silence, but right now, she demanded a response. She grabbed her cousin by the arm as she brought her feet to the floor. “Tell me what you are doing in here!” yelled Whitney again. No response. She pulled her little hooded cousin in and grabbed the mask over her face pulling it off in one fell swoop.

 

Darkness. Under the mask their was nothing. Pitch black, no face. Just an empty hood. Whitney screamed and began crying. She was terrified and squirmed her way back to the corner of her bed while kicking the faceless hood down to the floor. The moment the raincoat fell to the ground, Whitney jumped back to her feet and ran for the door, still weeping. “LILY!” she screamed “LILY PLEASE HELP ME!” Whitney ran to her Aunt’s bedroom not even thinking to look behind her to see if the faceless girl was following. She got her room and burst through the door to find nothing more than an empty, clean bed with a note on it. She picked it up and read it to herself in a soft voice. “I’m Sorry.” Whitney teared up some more and wiped her face, trying to keep her fear under control.

 

She ran back out into the main hall and saw her faceless cousin standing at the end of it. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” She yelled as the house was suddenly shaken by a bolt of lightning hitting the main chimney. Whitney fell to her feet and rolled down the stairs, barely dodging the wood from the newly torn hole in the roof. She picked herself up and ran through the kitchen for the exit. At the dinner table, Whitney saw another figure sitting, motionless. “Lily..?” She whispered. She moved closer to her, while watching the stairs for the demonic girl to follow. Their was an empty glass on the table next to her body, along with several spilled pill bottles. Lily had ended her life herself.

 

Whitney ran for the back door not even able to give much thought to her aunt. She slid open the backyard door and ran down the deck stairs. On the last step, she slipped and fell face down into the packed sand, with a large glass shard stabbing her in the leg. It took her a few seconds to move. She looked up and saw her hooded cousin, wearing the mask again. “WHAT DO YOU WANT!” Screamed Whitney in pain. The masked girl slowly shook her head and took a few steps away. Whitney, immobile, watched as the coated figure picked up a large chunk of bricks from the now fallen chimney, almost the size of her. Her strength was inhuman. The girl walked back over to Whitney, and dangled the bricks over her head. “PLEASE. NO” Whitney said crying. “YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS.” The girl raised it over her own head, preparing to drop it. Whitney quickly grabbed the glass shard from her leg and jumped at the little girl with all her might driving it into her sternum. The rock fell behind her as she tackled the girl.

 

Black goo began oozing from the raincoat. Whitney looked at the mask one more time before lifting herself up and limping away. She slowly made her way to the front of the house to be greeted by the long, steep staircase that first brought her here. Whitney hobbled down the stairs quickly, not entirely sure of what she did to her cousin or if whatever it was still alive.

 

As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was able to reach the main road. She waddled to the middle of it and slammed her hands down on the first car that stopped. A man rolled down the window. “Miss, whats wrong?” Whitney could not speak, only cry. The man let himself out of the car and grabbed a blanket from the trunk. He threw it over Whitney, and escorted her to the backseat. The man got back in the driver’s seat and took off. “It’s alright mam. Everything is okay now. Everything is going to be okay.”

 

 

Category: Action, Horror, Mystery, Original Characters
Tags: born evil, evil child, horror

Born Evil: Chapter 3

August 8, 2018 (updated August 15, 2018) Published by ERook

Whitney didn’t sleep much that night. As if her insomnia wasn’t bad enough, she couldn’t get the thought of blood out of her head. It reminded her of her parents.

 

After a sleepless night that felt like forever, Whitney decided it was time to get out of bed. She got up, opened the bedroom door and had a mini heart attack when she saw her little raincoat cousin standing in her path. She jumped back a little bit grabbing her chest and catching her breath. “Good morning” said Whitney. Her cousin said nothing, she just stuck her hand out slowly as if to apologize. Whitney reached out to accept. Before she could, the little girl quickly pulled her hand back and ran down the hall. Even though she only saw a glimpse of her little hands, Whitney could not see any cuts or scratches, at least nothing that would justify how much blood was on her hands the day before. Whitney took a moment to think it through before she went downstairs. Whitney had been through a lot, but after almost no sleep, she wanted to be sure she wasn’t seeing things.

 

Whitney slowly made her way down the staircase to see her Aunt in the kitchen making breakfast. As grateful as she was for food and shelter, Whitney was not in the mood to sit down with her aunt at the moment to eat. She just grabbed some toast and made her way outside. Whitney grabbed a seat on the back patio and took in the view of the water. As stressful as the past few weeks had been for her, the water always relaxed her. Getting lost in the moment, enjoying the quiet breeze and the warm air, Whitney fell asleep.

 

Hours later, Whitney awoke to the sight of her cousin strolling along the beach, chin down, dragging what looked like a small animal. Whitney shouted for her attention, but got no response. The little hooded girl just kept meandering the beach dragging the small carcass through the sand. Barefoot, Whitney leaped to her feet and rand down the hillside to her. The trail between the backyard and the beach was covered with bushes and the ground with shards of broken glass from old beer bottles. This didn’t stop her. After a minute of painfully running the trail she reached the beach. She ran toward her cousin, twisted her around by the shoulders and looked into her eyes through her mask. “What are you doing with that!” shouted Whitney. The little girl dropped a dead cat at Whitney’s feet and turned around. She quickly ran in the opposite direction.

 

Whitney was shocked. She knew her cousin was shy and not too open to people being around, but she thought she was on a lot better terms than that. Whitney was at a loss for words and just accepted her cousin running away from her. At that point Whitney was just hoping her cousin had nothing to do with the poor cat’s death, but had no idea why she would be interested in dragging it around. The lack of connection between herself and her cousin brought a tear to Whitney’s eye; as always, she falsely blamed herself.

 

Whitney picked up the cat by the tail and carried it back up to her aunt’s beach house. Her feet were still dripping blood from all the glass shards she had to hike through. Upon reaching the top Whitney went to her aunt for first aid. Lily carefully removed the shards from her feet with a pair of small tweezers and helped her to her feet. She did’t say anything to Lily about the cat. After she was comfortable on her feet again, she disposed of the kitten properly.

 

Born Evil: The Final Chapter

Category: Horror, Mystery, Original Characters
Tags: born evil, horror, short story

Born Evil

May 16, 2018 (updated August 15, 2018) Published by ERook

*AN: This is a short story based off of a really interesting dream I had a few months ago. I thought it was pretty cool and wanted to write about. I’m not a very good artist but wish I could have some pictures to go with the story. If anybody wanted to do any pics of their interpretation I definitely wouldn’t mind! Hope you enjoy 🙂

 

 

It was a rainy fall evening when Whitney pulled up to her aunt’s house. The two had never met before, but each had heard only the best things. She stepped out of the cab with her suitcase, anxious, but eager to meet her aunt for the first time and explore the coast. She was only sixteen at the time and was looking forward to seeing everything Oregon had to offer.

 

A woman stepped out of the house and worked her way down the long, twisted staircase that lay in the hill in front of her home. “Whitney! Welcome!” she yelled as she paced slowly down the stairs. “It is so great to finally see you in person, I’m your aunt Lily. You looked so cute in all the pictures your mom showed me.” “Pleasure to meet you.” said Whitney with a nervous crack in her voice.

 

Lily picked up Whitney’s suitcase with one hand and wrapped her arm around her with other as the cab drove out. “You’re going to love it here.” Lily said “We got a wonderful view of the ocean from our back porch and the school is just a few miles away.” “We?” asked Whitney. “Who’s we?” “Oh dear I forgot to mention, you’ll be living with me and my daughter.” “I didn’t realize you had a daughter, my mother never mentioned her.” “Yes.” Replied Lily. “She’s been with me for about seven years now. She’s sitting in the house right now.”

 

Walking up to the house, Whitney noticed a hooded figure in a bright yellow rain coat sitting in the front window. The raincoat turned toward her in a quick jerking motion, almost as if surprised. The hooded figure was wearing a dark plastic mask, glaring down the front yard stairs as Lily and Whitney were walking up. “That’s her.” Said Lily with a smile on her face. “I’m sure you two will get along great.”

 

Whitney assisted her aunt to the top step as she opened the door. Lily’s daughter came running to the door, wearing a raincoat, boots, mask, and gloves. “Hey there, I guess I’m your cousin Whitney.” The little girl, mask on, quickly glanced up at her and then ran up the stairs. “She’s a little shy and not very talkative” said Lily. “That’s okay. I’m not too outgoing myself” replied Whitney.

 

Born Evil: Chapter 2

Category: Horror, Mystery
Tags: born evil, horror, short story

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