#creepypasta from a Sunshiner!
âAll In Your HeadâÂ
by Kellan
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It wasnât uncommon for a girl of Katieâs age to have an imaginary friend, so when she mentioned an invisible girl that she liked to talk to, her mother, Joanne, only smiled. âSo tell me about her,â Joanne asked Katie over breakfast.
âHer nameâs Sarah. She wears a braid around her neck,â Katie replied.Â
 âIs that all?â Knowing Katie, there would be much more.Â
 âShe wears a lot of purple makeup. I think she wants to be a princess.âÂ
Joanne laughed.Â
âDonât tell her I said this, but it doesnât look very nice on her. She also likes to swing around on her braid.âÂ
 Joanne patted Katieâs head. âI hope I get to meet her someday,â she told her daughter. âShe sounds like quite a character.âÂ
âOh, you will. She says that someday sheâs gonna get to you.âÂ
Something about Katieâs last statement was slightly unsettling, but Joanne shrugged it off. Katie had a very active imagination.Â
Over the next few weeks, Joanne heard a lot more about Sarah. âShe likes to wear old fashioned clothes.âÂ
âShe tells me every day that she canât wait until she breaks free, but I donât know what she means.âÂ
âShe gets mad sometimes for no reason.âÂ
Katieâs stories were becoming increasingly creepy.Â
 One day, Joanne sat Katie down to talk with her. âYouâre getting old. You should start trying to forget about this imaginary friend of yours.âÂ
 âSheâs not imaginary. I can see her with my own eyes,â Katie replied. âJust try to forget her,â Joanne insisted. âItâs all in your head.âÂ
 âYou shouldnât say that. She doesnât like you very much. Youâre gonna make her angry.â Joanne shivered. âRemember what I said, Katie. Itâs all in your head.â
âOkay,â Katie responded reluctantly.Â
 That night, Joanne awoke from her sleep, thirsty. She crawled out of bed to go get a drink. When she emerged from her room and into the hall, she saw something at the end of the hall that made her freeze in terror.Â
A young girl in an old dress hung from the ceiling, a noose around her neck. Her entire face was a sickly shade of purple. She swung slowly, back and forth. Realization dawned on Joanne. It was easy to see now how a childâs mind saw the rope as a braid, and the deathly hue as makeup. Joanne jumped as the girl opened her eyes. She let out a low moan that turned Joanneâs bones to rubber and reached out her arms. Joanne could now see that the rope was fraying, seconds away from breaking.Â
She ran into Katieâs room. âKatie! Wake up! You need to tell me how to stop Sarah!âÂ
 Katie rose with a yawn. âHuh? What, mom?âÂ
 âSarah is coming after me! Do you know what she wants?âÂ
 âDonât you remember mom? She isnât real. Itâs all in your head.â Katie went back to sleep. From the hall, there came a snap, a thump, and a moan.
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Amazing story, thanks for sharing with us!Â

















