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Name: Evie Tears 

Age: 16

Weapon of Choice: 2 knives, one longer than the other. When she stares at someone with her left eye (which is usually swollen closed) they hear screams inside their head and bleed from every opening in their body (eyes, nose, mouth, and under their fingernails)

Phrase: "Don't Cry". She may add "Don't you want to have fun?"

Appearance: just beyond the shoulder black hair, 1 eye is white with black pupil and bloodshot red, the other eye (left, the one that makes people feel pain and hear screams in their heads and bleed) is completely black. 3 belts around her, one around her shoulders, other around her waist, and one around her hips.

The right side of her face seems normal aside from a few scratches. The left side is bloody and cut up. She has burns down her cheeks in streaks from when she cried and it burned her skin.

She has a shifty, smoke-like apparition behind her in the form of wings. She is sometimes seen carrying a leash attached to a pile of bones.

I hope you guys enjoy it! It is my own, made up, 100% original horror short story ****

A 16 year old girl named Eve, or Evie, as she was more commonly known, was walking her dog at night when a white van appeared next to her, seeming to follow her. She tried to ignore it and turned around, began to walk faster, rushing back to her house.

The van cruised next to her, and then 2 hooded men ran out and grabbed her, leaving the dog alone. The dog roamed around for days, lost. He was never found.

When the girl cried, the men smirked at her, stroking her cheek with their hands, and whispered "Shhh, don't cry. We're just going to have a little fun, don't you like fun?"

The men took the girl into the forest, to a cabin, where they tied her to a chair using belts and they tortured and brutally murdered her. The left side of her face was a mass of bloody, jagged scars.

The men put chemicals in her eyes, blinding her.  Mixed with her tears, the chemicals burned her skin as she cried. Her cheeks had blistering cuts trailing from her eyes in the path of her tears.

The girl was found dead on the family's doorstep. Due to her extensive injuries, she was not given an open casket burial. No one saw her after she was brought to the morgue.

A few days after her funeral, a man was walking his dog when the clear skies got clouded over and a thick mist enveloped the whole block. Through the fog, he thought he saw a girl holding a leash, the dog hidden behind a tree.

As soon as he noticed her, the fog cleared a little bit, but only around them, in the span of one house, and he got a better look. The girl looked a bit odd; she was standing crooked, hunched over, and her hair completely covered the left side of her face.

There was a cloudy-looking entity behind her.

As he got closer he peered around tree and the fog cleared around him, clearing just around the house he was at. He saw that there was no dog, just a pile of bones.

He turned to see the girl standing in front of him, rocking side to side. There were belts wrapped around her arms and waist, and a black mist coming from behind her, like wings made of smoke.

The wind began to blow wildly, and the girl's hair moved. The man screamed at sight of the left side of her face; it was mess of blood and hanging skin.

She turned to completely face him, looking up at him, and he noticed that her left eyelid was shut, her eye swollen. Her other eye was bloodshot and red, and made her look like a crazed asylum patient.

She opened her left eye as far as she could, her eye just a slit, and in his mind he heard shrill screams. He felt liquid from all openings in his body: his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his ears, even his fingertips dripped blood from beneath his nails.

She leaned close to him as she pulled out 2 knives, one small, one larger. "Don't cry," but it was no comfort.

She carved Evie with a heart instead on the 'i' on his cheek, and then she slit his throat.

A teenage boy was watching from his window, his room in the area of the fog that had cleared, and the girl turned and stared directly at him.

As soon as her eyes met his, he screamed. She opened her mouth in a snarl and he saw fangs where her teeth should be. She winked and waved, let out a blood-curdling scream, and then she faded like smoke, the fog covering everything again before dissipating.

The boy was later found dead in his room, a heart carved into his cheek, his throat slit, signed 'Evie' on his cheek.

Next time you see fog, or a mist rolls in on a previously nice day, whatever you do, don't go outside, and don't look out your window. Because she will see you.

Whatever you do, don't look at her.

She doesn't like to be stared at.

And, above all, don't cry.