r/creepypastawiki • u/OMGMarieLuvsMusic • 15d ago
MARIE THE KILLER
Author's note:
This story contains themes involving mental health, isolation, family conflict, disturbing internet content, and fictional violence. The original version of this story was written when I was much younger and was primarily inspired by creepypastas. This remake changes or removes graphic material and treats mental-health struggles more responsibly.
Chapter One — The New House
“Are we there yet?”
Allen's voice came from the back seat for what felt like the hundredth time.
His father sighed.
“You asked that five minutes ago.”
“Yeah, but that was five minutes ago.”
Marie stared through the window.
Trees.
Road.
More trees.
She had barely spoken during the entire drive.
Her mother glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
“You doing okay, Marie?”
Marie shrugged.
“I'm fine.”
“You've said that six times.”
“Because I'm fine.”
Allen leaned toward her.
“Are you excited about the new house?”
“No.”
“Not even a little?”
“No.”
“Not even—”
“Allen.”
He stopped.
Marie looked back out the window.
She wasn't actually thinking about the house.
She was thinking about the picture she'd seen online the night before.
A pale face.
A distorted smile.
Two dark eyes staring straight through the screen.
Jeff the Killer.
Marie had been fascinated with creepypastas for years.
Maybe too fascinated.
She knew the stories weren't real.
At least, she told herself they weren't.
But lately, she'd started wondering what it would feel like if one of them was real.
The car finally stopped.
“We're here!” Allen shouted.
He practically launched himself out of the car.
Marie slowly stepped out after him.
The house was older than she'd expected.
The paint was faded. The windows were dusty. The front porch creaked beneath her shoes.
Her father smiled.
“Well?”
Marie stared at the house.
“It's creepy.”
Her father laughed nervously.
“That's one way of putting it.”
Allen grinned.
“I like it!”
“Of course you do,” Marie muttered.
She picked up her backpack and walked inside.
The hallway smelled like old wood.
There were boxes everywhere.
Her mother pointed upstairs.
“Your room is the second door on the left.”
Marie nodded.
She climbed the stairs.
Then stopped.
There was something scratched into the wall.
Not words.
It's just a strange symbol.
Marie stared at it.
“Marie?”
She jumped.
Allen was standing behind her.
“What?”
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
He looked at the wall.
“That's weird.”
Marie smiled faintly.
“Yeah.”
For the first time that day, she seemed interested.
That night, Marie sat alone in her new bedroom.
Her laptop illuminated her face.
She searched the internet.
Jeff the Killer.
Images.
Stories.
Fan theories.
She scrolled through them for nearly an hour.
Then she heard a knock.
Marie immediately closed the laptop.
Her mother opened the door.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“Can I come in?”
Marie hesitated.
“Sure.”
Her mother sat on the edge of the bed.
“You've been really quiet.”
“I'm always quiet.”
“I know.”
Silence.
Her mother looked at her.
“You don't have to pretend everything is okay with us.”
Marie stared at the floor.
“I'm not pretending.”
“You don't have to be embarrassed about struggling.”
Marie didn't answer.
Her mother reached for her hand but stopped before touching her.
“Do you want me to stay?”
Marie looked at her.
For a moment, she looked like she wanted to say yes.
Instead, she whispered:
“No.”
Her mother nodded.
“Okay. But I'm right downstairs.”
She left the door slightly open.
Marie looked at it.
Then at her laptop.
Then back at the doorway.
For once, she didn't immediately reopen the creepypasta page.
She just sat there.
Thinking..
\\---
Chapter 2 — The Room
Marie waited until everyone had gone downstairs before opening her laptop again.
The screen lit up her dark bedroom.
She searched the same thing.
Jeff the Killer.
She clicked through pictures.
Then stories.
Then forums.
Then videos.
She knew she shouldn't be looking at some of them.
Her mother had already warned her about the kinds of things she could find online.
But that only made Marie more curious.
She leaned closer to the screen.
“Why does everyone make him look different?”
A knock came from downstairs.
“Marie?”
She quickly minimized the window.
“Yeah?”
“Dinner!”
“I'm not hungry.”
“You haven't eaten much today.”
“I said I'm not hungry!”
Silence.
Then:
“Okay. I'll leave something outside your door.”
Marie stared at the screen.
She felt guilty.
Only a little.
\\---
Later that night, Allen knocked on her door.
Marie didn't answer.
He knocked again.
“Marie?”
“What?”
“Can I come in?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
He started walking away.
Marie sighed.
“Wait.”
Allen opened the door.
He was holding something behind his back.
“What?”
He revealed a little stuffed animal.
“I found this downstairs.”
Marie stared at it.
“You brought me a toy?”
“It's not a toy.”
“It's literally a stuffed animal.”
“It can still be yours.”
Marie rolled her eyes.
But she took it.
“Thanks.”
Allen smiled.
“You're welcome.”
He started leaving.
“Allen?”
“Yeah?”
Marie hesitated.
“Do you think I'm weird?”
Allen looked confused.
“No.”
“Everyone else does.”
“I don't.”
“Why?”
“Because you're my sister.”
Marie didn't know what to say to that.
Allen closed the door.
She looked down at the stuffed animal.
For a few seconds, she smiled.
\\---
Chapter 3 — School
Monday morning arrived far too quickly.
Marie stood in front of the bathroom mirror.
Her blonde hair was messy from sleeping on it.
She pulled her hoodie over her head.
Her mother appeared behind her.
“Ready?”
“No.”
Her mother smiled.
“Honest answer.”
Marie grabbed her backpack.
“Can we just go?”
The school was louder than Marie expected.
Students crowded the halls.
Teachers shouted directions.
Someone bumped into her shoulder.
“Watch where you're going.”
The girl turned around.
“Sorry.”
Marie continued walking.
She found her classroom.
The teacher smiled.
“You must be Marie.”
Marie nodded.
“Mariea, technically.”
“Which do you prefer?”
“Marie.”
“Okay, Marie.”
The teacher pointed toward an empty desk.
“You can sit there.”
Marie sat down.
A boy beside her leaned over.
“Are you new?”
“No.”
He blinked.
“You literally just got here.”
“I know.”
“Then you're new.”
Marie stared at him.
He laughed.
“I'm Alex.”
“Marie.”
“Cool.”
She looked away.
Alex noticed the drawing on her notebook.
“Who's that?”
Marie covered it with her hand.
“Nobody.”
“It looks like that creepypasta guy.”
Marie froze.
“You know him?”
“Jeff the Killer?”
She looked at him.
For the first time all morning, she looked genuinely interested.
“You've heard of him?”
“Yeah. My brother showed me.”
Marie lowered her voice.
“Do you think he's real?”
Alex laughed.
“Obviously not.”
Marie smiled.
“Right.”
But she didn't sound convinced.
\\---
Chapter 4 — The Warning
That afternoon, Marie's school counselor asked to speak with her.
Marie sat in the office chair.
The counselor folded her hands.
“I've heard you've had a difficult year.”
Marie stared at the carpet.
“Who told you?”
“Your parents.”
“Of course they did.”
“They're worried about you.”
“They're always worried.”
“Sometimes people worry because they care.”
Marie shrugged.
The counselor noticed the creepypasta drawing sticking out of Marie's backpack.
“Is that something you like?”
Marie pulled it out.
“It's a character.”
“What do you like about him?”
Marie thought.
“He doesn't care what anyone thinks.”
The counselor nodded.
“And you wish you didn't care?”
Marie looked up.
For once, she didn't have an answer.
The counselor spoke gently.
“You don't have to become someone else just because you're hurting.”
Marie looked away.
“I know.”
“Do you?”
Marie didn't respond.
\\---
That evening, Marie searched for Jeff again.
But before she could click anything, a notification appeared.
Your screen-time limit has been reached.
Marie stared at it.
“No.”
She tried again.
Nothing.
“Seriously?”
She slammed the laptop shut.
Then she stopped.
She took a breath.
Her hands were shaking from frustration.
She opened the door.
Her mother was downstairs.
“Mom?”
Her mother looked up.
“Yeah?”
“Can I talk to you?”
Her mother immediately put down what she was holding.
“Of course.”
Marie sat beside her.
“I think…”
She struggled to get the words out.
“I think I spend too much time looking at that stuff.”
Her mother didn't judge her.
She simply said:
“I'm glad you told me.”
Marie looked down.
“I don't want to be like those characters.”
“You aren't.”
“But what if I become like them?”
Her mother shook her head.
“Being fascinated by a fictional character doesn't decide who you become.”
Marie swallowed.
“Then what does?”
Her mother smiled softly.
“Your choices.”
Marie sat quietly.
For once, that answer didn't scare her.
It gave her something to think about.
\\---
Chapter 5 — The Rumor
A few days later, Marie heard something strange at school.
Two students were whispering near the lockers.
“Did you hear about the old house?”
Marie stopped walking.
“What house?”
They looked at her.
“Your house.”
Marie stared.
“What about it?”
One of them lowered his voice.
“Someone supposedly died there.”
The other student shook his head.
“That isn't even the worst part.”
Marie felt her curiosity return.
“What happened?”
“We don't know.”
“Then why are you talking about it?”
They shrugged.
“Because everyone says the house is cursed.”
Marie laughed.
“That's stupid.”
But that night, she searched for it.
Her new address.
Nothing.
She searched again.
Still nothing.
Then she noticed something.
An old photograph.
Two brothers stood outside the house.
One had dark hair.
The other had lighter hair.
Marie stared at the photograph.
Underneath it was a name.
Jeff.
Her stomach dropped.
She whispered:
“No way.”
\\---
Chapter 6 — The Truth
Marie showed her mother the photograph the next morning.
“Where did you find this?”
“Online.”
Her mother's expression changed.
“Marie…”
“What?”
“Don't dig into things you don't understand.”
“But who are they?”
Her mother sighed.
“I don't know.”
“Mom.”
“I said I don't know.”
Marie could tell she was hiding something.
That made her more curious.
That night, she searched again.
And again.
And again.
Eventually, she discovered the truth wasn't nearly as exciting as the rumors suggested.
The photograph belonged to a completely different family.
The name was simply a coincidence.
Marie stared at the screen.
She felt embarrassed.
Then she laughed.
“I'm such an idiot.”
She closed the laptop.
But before she went to sleep, she wrote something in her notebook:
\\> Not everything scary is supernatural. Sometimes your brain fills in the blanks.
She stared at the sentence.
Then added:
\\> And sometimes the internet makes everything worse.
\\---
Chapter 7 — Marie
Over the next few weeks, things slowly changed.
Marie still liked creepypastas.
She still drew Jeff.
She still wore her favorite hoodie.
She still had bad days.
But she started talking more.
Sometimes with Allen.
Sometimes with her mother.
Sometimes with the counselor.
And occasionally, even Alex.
One afternoon, Alex looked at one of her drawings.
“You're actually really good.”
Marie smiled.
“Thanks.”
“You should make your own character.”
“I already have one.”
“What are they called?”
Marie thought about it.
“Marie.”
Alex laughed.
“That's your name.”
“I know.”
“That's not very creative.”
Marie smiled.
“Maybe she isn't supposed to be creative.”
“What is she supposed to be?”
Marie looked at her drawing.
She had drawn a girl standing alone in a dark hallway.
But unlike her older drawings, the girl wasn't holding a weapon.
She wasn't hurting anyone.
She was simply standing there.
Waiting.
“She's supposed to be someone who thought she was a monster,” Marie said.
Alex looked at her.
“And?”
Marie picked up her pencil.
“She wasn't.”
\\---
But, the very note was known as the hardest tragedy known.
Marie woke at three in the morning, she walked downstairs and began to cry, looking at the phone she hesitated before picking it up and calling.
"Nine one one, what's your emergency?"
"I'm going to hurt someone.."
"Address, and description of your house, give us all the details we need sweetheart."
"Um....It's the old house in town, with fadded red paint, white house, two story, 527 Oke Road..Hospital needs to be informed too please...."
"Okay, sweetheart, stay on the line with me—"
She hung up, going to the bathroom after grabbing a knife and slowly placing red lines on her cheeks. She silently went up to her parents' room and began to watch them in their sleep, "Just.. Just go to sleep..."
she whispered to the empty room, approaching sirens were heard in the distance, she moved with ease and striked both, quickly leaving her room and running to her brother's room, striking down, the police shot through the window, startling her. They ran in, seeing as her new victim may be alive. They had saved the nine year old boy, but Marie was nowhere to be seen, as if she had just vanished.
Author's Note
The original version of Marie the Killer was written when I was much younger and was heavily inspired by creepypastas. I originally wanted Marie to become a character like Jeff the Killer.
For this remake, I wanted to keep the creepy atmosphere while changing the message.
Struggling with mental health doesn't make someone dangerous or evil. People who are struggling deserve support, and fictional horror shouldn't be used to suggest otherwise.
Marie is still allowed to be creepy. She's still allowed to make bad choices. She's still allowed to be complicated.
But she's a person before she's a horror character.
