Creepypasta: The ghost of Moona

 

To Jessie Anderson from Rosa Tailor

Hi Jessie! What’s up? How’s life on the other side of the world? Is it warm in there? You've seen some guys? ;9

Yeah, anyway it’s been a while. We have not wrote since… what happened with Moona. I know, I know, it’s an old topic but… I just can’t talk with anyone else. I miss her and I know that you miss her too. They were horrible things that happened to her…

I guess that you don’t even know all the details of her case. I can tell you.

Remember, when Moona arrived in our neighborhood? I think that we were like, um, six-year-old, or something. She was pretty lively girl and she played with boys too. We just played tea party with our dolls. Remember your first Barbie you got as a birthday present? That one with pink, shiny dress and dog and stuff? I got so envious that I stole it. Haha, yeah, I was kind of jerk, but I was just a child. Anyway, Moona help us to find it again. She was so kind and friendly.

Her dad was pretty tight and busy man. He was a doctor… right? He wasn’t never home when we gave a visit in Moona’s home. Moona was always alone in home. And when we asked about her mom… she didn’t answer. It was weird. Remember? I guess that her mom was dead or maybe divorced…or something.

Yeah, we became best friends and Moona stopped playing with boys. We were kind of happy that she was with us only. Kind of selfish, huh? But all changes…

When we started in secondary school… Moona had changed… She didn’t want to talk to anyone and started crying often at school. Her hair became very messy and skin became dirty looking. She avoided other people than us. And later, she left us too.

At one PE lesson you saw her arms and you came to me. You were shocked and shaking all over your body. You told that her arms were full of injection marks. At first I thought that you were kidding me, so I decided to talk to her. She didn’t want to talk with me and when I tried to touch her arm… she slapped my hand away… That made me mad and I yelled at her something like:”What’s wrong with you?! Why are you pushing all of us away from you?! We care about you, you know! We see that something bothers you so badly that it makes you sick. Please, tell what’s wrong with you… If you don’t want to talk to us, talk to nurse or teacher or your father or-”

I couldn't finish my talk because she turned away and started to cry:”Shut up! No one cares about me! I know it already. Especially not my father…” I was shocked and I yelled back:”Bullshit! Everyone cares about you! You know that. But… but… if you don’t believe that, then fine!”

Moona cried something like:”I care about you guys, I just can’t…”

That made me think. ”You can’t what?” I asked.

Silence for a while. I repeated my question. No answer.

Then, Moona broke down. Tears fell down her face like a river. ”I can’t… I can’t… I can’t… I can’t… I can’t! I can’t! I can’t tell you!” She repeated, over and over again.

”Well, if you think so, then go to hell and die!” … I don’t know why I said like that. Maybe I was so angry or something. She just looked at me and cried. Then she ran away. I left also, crying. I remember that I told you what happened. You said something that it’s too late or something. Anyway, both of us don’t want to believe that…

Then she went missing after that. That was horrible. I remember we and our classmates were in fear. Someone said that her body was found in river. And someone else heard a rumor that she moved somewhere else. Hopefully, they aren't true.

We tried to call her, without results. We asked from her father about her. He had no idea where she could be. And he seemed very tired.

Summer changed to autumn. Without results.

I had horrible nightmares every single night. In one nightmare, um, Moona jumped from the bridge. I just watched it and saw every little details of it. How her eyes rolled over and her bones were crushed when she hit the ground. Skin on her face was cut off and her flesh and teeth came out. My stomach went upside down and I started to cough. I woke up and I saw her sitting on my bed… she looked at me with deadly pure white eyes. I almost got a heart attack. But she was just a hallucination from my dream.

Second nightmare was, like, closet. She was in a closet. And it was her closet. She just stared out of the closet to the dark room. She was just staring, but it looked so creepy… Also, someone played very deranged music which sounded like piano playing and mumbling. I began crying and screaming”Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop” but I couldn’t close my eyes…

Third nightmare and hopefully the last, what I saw was, like, a dark room. And just one light. I sat next to an operation table. I couldn’t move or speak… I just sat in there. Then one dark hooded figure brings Moona in the room. She kept kicking the figure and cried. The guy attached Moona’s hands on table and left the room for a while. I watched how Moona was screaming help and tried to free her hands. With fast movements, the guy came back. He had tool box with him now. Moona prayed him to free her but no use.

The guy took a small knife from his tool box. I mean… how they call it… mmm… scalpel! That’s it! Well, he took it out from a box and came near to Moona. Her whole body was shaking. Deadly slowly, the guy put the scalpel near Moona’s fingers. Then he pressed blade to her pinkie. Moona started to scream in pain. It was painful to me to watch. The guy moved blade back and forth against her pinkie. Skin broken and red, thick, soupy blood came out from the wound. Moona took a look at her finger and started to scream even more. That made the hooded guy mad and he took a gasoline canister. He opened the cork and poured some kind of liquid from the canister. It was transparent and smelled weird. It took me a while to realize that it was salt acid. And that guy poured it on Moona’s wound! A drop of acid sank in the wound and made a little hissing noise.

Moona cries like crazy and prayed the man to stop. The man said something to her but I didn’t understand. Somehow my brain told me, that the man wanted her to be quiet or he would do it again. Moona tried to hold her tears as best as she could.

Then the man continued. He cut more flesh of her finger. Lot of blood came out of the wound and it flowed on the table. I saw the muscles of her finger. It was disgusting…

Moona looked like a marionette doll when she tried to hold her scream. She struggled as hell. It was horrible! I…I just wanted to help her… but I couldn’t…

The guy cut Moona’s flesh from so deep that I saw a bone of her finger. The guy realized that he couldn’t cut down the bone with a scalpel. So, he began to search his toolbox again. He took out a huge meat knife. When Moona saw that, she started to repeat the word”no”.

I… I was in shock. I tried to scream. But no effect. Why? Why is this happening to her? What she had done to deserve this? I don’t understand. Why?

The man lifted his arm to air… and chopped the finger’s bone. Moona cried and screamed like she was in hell. That guy didn’t stop. He was chopping so harshly that the bone cracked. My stomach turned upside down and I almost vomited. The cracking sounded like someone grinded teeth against each other.

And with the last chop… the finger was cut off! Pinkie was lying loose on a table. No way… I was in shock… I couldn’t even breathe.

The man moved to other fingers. Chopped them off one by one. It felt like eternity. Like some sick horror movie that will never end.

Moona was crying so loudly that it almost hurt my ears. In the end I didn’t herd anything. I just saw her mouth open and close, again and again.

My head felt heavy and I felt dizzy. I prayed to somebody or something to stop that. But no use. I couldn’t turn around. I couldn’t stop watching. I couldn’t speak or move.

Until, I woke up. I breathed fast and I was wet from sweat. My eyes were watering and I sobbed. Then I started to cry as loudly as I could. My mom and dad ran to my room immediately. I couldn’t speak, I just cried. Horrible pictures were spinning in my head.

Next day, before school, I remember I called to you. I told everything I saw. Weird thing was that you told me that you had a similar dream. I was confused. How could two different people have a same dream?

We met on our way to school and talked about that horrible nightmare. After long debate, we decided that it was just a horrible dream.

All of a sudden, we heard someone’s scream near to us. We saw a lot of people at the water tower. We began to run to it. And after a while we were there.

There were a lot of crying, screaming and shocked people. What had happened in here? I said to you that I got a bad feeling about that. Still we went closer the thing that changed our lives.

We dived in the crowd so we could get a closer look.

I can’t still believe what we saw. It was so terrible.

There was a hanging body! A young girl with blond hair and dangerously pale skin. She has a skeletal, thin body. It looked like she hadn't been eating in a long time. Her eyes were pure white and dead. Her mouth was open. Her tongue, no, her whole mouth was bleeding. Somebody or something had cut her lips off and we saw her teeth and gums. Oh my. And the worst part… All of her fingers were cut off and her finger stubs were wrapped sloppily with dirty gauze.

The girl was wearing a black winter jacket, black pants, red sneakers and a red muffler.

My eyes are still watering when I think about it. It was a terrible sight.

That girl… was Moona… And she was dead. Horrible and unfair dead. I guess she fell down on top of the water tower. And she was hanged. I can’t believe it.

Those days were hard. We went to her funeral. But we were only ones from our class who were there. Some certainly didn't know her so well, that they would arrive there. And some were not able to.

Her father wasn’t there, which was weird.

But then we heard the truth. He was arrested for being a suspect of the murder. Police found his secret laboratory where he did his horrible action. They found an operation table with blood on it, a jar with ten fingers inside it and, um… oh, yeah! A list. A list of clients who bought some organs. Laboratory confirmed that all organs were Moona’s. Yeah, I know… that’s awful…

Well, the next things you don’t know, because you left after the trial.

Moona’s body was in terrible state. She had very high drug levels, fever and needle marks all over her body. Her father used her as a guinea pig, without her will. You see… she had a lot of bruises in her arms and legs. She got a fever because her fingers and wounds became infected… I guess that she was in pain.

But she was alive when she fell from the water tower. I know it because cops found a little note from her pocket. And that letter wasn't addressed to anyone. So, cops brought it to me. It was certainly written by her. Because fever and slow dead made her handwriting so very bad. Anyway, here's what the note says:

Hi you, who ever read this note.

I don’t have a lot of time so this letter will be short.

My father kept me in his laboratory and took off my fingers and some of my organs. I don’t know why. Maybe he sold them.

Anyway, I don’t care. No one's never gonna know me or even care about me. But I don’t give a damn. But who you ever are, I’m gonna escape and end my pain soon. Ya know… there’s no salvation for me.

I have a noose ready and I’ll wait good time to escape and hang myself. I decide that I will not die by his hand. He’ll burn in hell and I hope that he can feel the same pain that I felt.

But the time is up.

Goodbye. M

I don’t know how she could write that much with no fingers. That’s crazy, but she was Moona. She could do anything…

Okay, but I guess that’s the end. I hope that you reply me as soon as you can.

But see you soon, Jess. 

With love, Rose.

Sent at January, 5, 2007

Email is sent

To Jessie Anderson from Rosa Tailor

Jess.

Something is happening, something bad.

I’m going crazy. I've seen lot of stuff and I hear voices in my head. I’m scared to come out of my apartment. I’m scared that someone will attack me when I leave my room. I’m afraid when I go to sleep. I hear whispers, but I can’t see anyone. I afraid that will have nightmares of blood, flesh or about her. Come on, I know that you know of who I speak about. I know she’s watching me… she know what I did.

Answer me, okay?

With love, Rose

Sent at April, 10, 2008

Email is sent

To Jessie Anderson from Rosa Tailor

Hi.

Today I saw her. I saw her.

Moona. I saw her. She looks terrible. Her skin and hair were white and her eyes were black. Her fingers were cut off and she was so sad about it. She was like air, you know. Like air. Funny, huh?

Sent at April, 14, 2008

She’s mad at us. She said that. When she turns mad… her eyes turned pure white, her lips disappear and her mouth began to bleed…

She’s mad at us.

Sent at April, 16, 2008

She’s here. And she's mad. She’s mad at us. She said that all dudes she ever met were nuts. I don’t know either.

Sent at April, 16, 2008

Answer me, goddammit!!! Answer!!!

Sent at April, 17, 2008

You forgot me, huh? Your best friend! I hate you.

Sent at April, 30, 2008

…

Sent at December, 24, 2009

You let me die in there. And she said horrible things to me. I can’t forgive you. I will find you. And kill you, with the way like that man did to me. And when you join us, we can be best friends again.

Right?