My Daughter Died On Her Sixth Birthday…


I cannot describe to you how I feel right now. What I’m experiencing is so detached from the normal, I’m almost convinced I’ve finally gone insane.


My wife, Bea, died during childbirth. She was gorgeous, funny, intelligent – stubborn. A woman whose laugh was so loud, eating in restaurants was a challenge. A woman whose stare was so intense, it made my hands shake. I lost her as she gave birth to our daughter.


Of course, I could have resented Sam. For taking away what was once mine in a way nothing else can be. For taking what was so truly and utterly pure. But I didn’t. I knew Bea wouldn’t have wanted any resentment. She wouldn’t have wanted our only child to have a life ruined by hate.

But this isn’t about grief. This isn’t about the physical sucker punch of losing forever something you loved. This is about something far more sinister.

My daughter was lively, always running and screaming, leaping up and down the climbing frame – causing havoc in her classes. So for her sixth birthday, a trip with friends to the movies had left her so pent up with energy, I could barely keep up with her as she dipped and dodged between people on the pavement. She’d occasionally turn back, through the sea of people and shout “Daddy, come on!” in a tone that was almost petulant. I couldn’t help but love her.

I tried to chase her, I really did. She was too busy looking at me when she dashed out into the road, and the bus didn’t have time to stop. A sickening crunch, and the world fell silent. I cradled her broken form in my arms, too numb to weep, too hurt to move. All I could feel was the warm, crimson liquid gently seep into my clothes. In the state of shock I was in, I could just think about how I was going to wash my jeans. It sounds horrid, I know – but a loss like that tears everything away from you and leaves you with only the bare thought process that make us human.

The next week was a blur. I cannot place a single memory to a time, in between friends and family extending their condolences, and the howling sobs of mine that would break out at any moment.

I attended her funeral dressed all in black. By dressed, I don’t mean merely clothes, my very essence was dark. I couldn’t feel, or think and the day continued as I went through the motions, like a dying man treading water. Everyone wanted to tell me about Sam, and how perfect she was – what an angel she was, as if I didn’t know. As if I didn’t realise what a gift my own daughter was.

The man stood out from the rest, as he walked up to me and handed me this large leather book. I assumed, at the time, he was a parent of one of Sam’s friends, handing me a collection of their photos together. Or maybe I was too numb to even process his cold hands, and how he never mentioned my daughter once.

For a month, I was lost. I drank, and stayed in our now empty apartment alone, watching old boxsets – too numb now to even cry. It was only when my sister arrived, when she held my hand and talked to me that I began to come out of my shell. She’d sit and listen to the most inane things I said, and gently coaxed me out of my depression. Not completely, but enough for me to begin to live what was almost a real life again.

That was when I opened the book. I’d decided to remember Sam for all the joy she gave, and was prepared to reflect on her life without feeling miserable.

I opened to the first page. It was essentially a binder, full of Polaroid photos of my daughter growing up. I furrowed my brow. They were taken from a distance, blurred slightly – and I was in a few of them.

I began to feel sick, but hoped that the following photos would provide some explanation. I came up with every excuse of how the man obtained these photos, desperate to view the moments of my daughter’s life without a sense of trepidation. The photos grew closer and closer to my daughter’s birthday. I could see the day I gave her a tiny bike after she turned five, and the skinned knees that ensued. The book had so many more pages, that I assumed the rest were empty.

But there was a photo of her just before the movies on her sixth birthday – I could recognize the pink raincoat she insisted on wearing, and my hands on her shoulders.

There was no photo of the crash.

Instead, her life continued inside this book. Her seventh birthday had a photo of me and her in the garden, covered in paint – with a huge canvas on the floor and an extremely messy painting. Her seventh birthday.

Her seventh birthday.

The reality of what I was seeing hit me then and I slammed the book shut. I sat there, at the kitchen table staring at the leather. This must be some sadistic photoshop, I hoped, someone had taken the time to pull a horrid prank on me. I say I hoped, because essentially, I couldn’t believe the other explanation. If there even was one.

Gritting my teeth, I decided I had nothing to lose and kept reading.

I can’t explain the emotions I felt whilst I read accurately, listening to the sound of the page turning. I can try, but nothing could prepare you for something like this.

Her life continued, showing her losing her baby teeth, her first day of senior school. My turning of the pages became more frenzied, and I began to notice something. The photographer was getting closer. Closer to her. As she grew older – not in every photo, but a general trend – the photographer was getting closer and closer. More daring, perhaps.

She was beautiful. Stunning. As a teenager, she looked just like her mother, all curls and smiles. I grew older too, but the photos began to include me less and less.

Her sixteenth birthday was strange. A group of her friends, sitting outside, drinking from little plastic cups at a picnic. But there was someone in the background. Near the bushes of the park where this was taken, a dark figure stood. You wouldn’t have noticed him, if not for the small shadow he cast on the grass.

I leant back for a moment and exhaled. This was too weird. I’d been so caught up in watching my little girl grow up I hadn’t thought about how this would end. Moments like this, are so utterly surreal that sometimes you remove yourself from them. I almost felt like I was watching myself read these, like this was a dream, or a program on the television.

I continued.

The dark figure became more and more present in each photograph. I could almost make out features. His presence was towering, and as I turned the page I expected to see him disappear. But instead, as the photographs grew closer to her eighteenth (each birthday was marked by a caption underneath the Polaroid saying “Another year.”) she was no longer somewhere I recognized.

Instead, the photos were of her in a dimly lit house. Her face contorted by fear, striking all sorts of weird poses. Sometimes she would be dressed like an ancient queen or she would be dressed like a maid scrubbing the floors. The figure was there even closer now. His legs, or his arm would appear in each and every one. No matter how she was dressed, in every photo her face had this desperately pained expression. It killed me. There were bruises on her face. She looked thin, ill even.

I couldn’t do it.

This was sick. Properly sick.

My girl.

I soldiered on.

The last photo I looked at, before I slammed the book shut and swore to never, ever look at it again was of her eighteenth. The caption underneath read “At last!” in sloppy writing.

She was looking straight at the camera, crying. She was on her knees, dressed in a black evening dress – with an apple in her mouth and her hands bound behind her back. Her makeup was ruined by her tears. It was as if she was pleading me, begging me to help. But I couldn’t.

I closed the book and left the room, my whole body convulsing with sobs.

I couldn’t call the police, of course. She was dead.

The thing that keeps me up at night, isn’t the content of what I saw.

It’s that there were so many pages left.

Original Author: somethingstraange

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  • Commented on September 27, 2015 at 3:20 pm

    Great pasta, well done. The more sinister they are the better.

  • Commented on September 27, 2015 at 10:37 pm

    Loved this pasta! The ending was great and the idea was something I haven’t seen before, 5 stars :3

  • Commented on September 28, 2015 at 12:29 pm

    ………….i like this 🙂

  • pierce the sirens
    Commented on September 28, 2015 at 1:07 pm

    amazing, very well written.

  • Nyan
    Commented on September 28, 2015 at 1:35 pm


  • Commented on September 28, 2015 at 2:13 pm

    Whoa. This was great, man.

  • Commented on September 28, 2015 at 2:14 pm

    creepy as hell! 9/10

  • Commented on September 28, 2015 at 2:27 pm

    Omg, please do a 2nd part. I want to know what happens

  • kristopher
    Commented on September 28, 2015 at 7:38 pm

    i loved it it was so good and when she was tied up a evil sprite had got her a demon…

  • Commented on September 28, 2015 at 8:32 pm

    I’d love for you to make it to where there is a second part. And if you could go into more detail. I want to know who the man is! Definitely a great pasta.

  • DEZ
    Commented on September 28, 2015 at 8:35 pm

    This is really good!

  • Commented on September 28, 2015 at 11:28 pm

    oh, this is really good.

  • Commented on September 29, 2015 at 3:20 am

    It was good I want I part to personally cause at least I liked it I like very little thingssuicide

  • Commented on September 29, 2015 at 7:36 am

    Nicely done, man.

  • piff
    Commented on September 29, 2015 at 9:04 am

    uhh.. I don’t get it 0.0

  • Commented on September 29, 2015 at 12:55 pm

    This was a really good pasta

  • Commented on September 29, 2015 at 2:42 pm

    I need to know what were in those books gogdammit!

  • Commented on September 29, 2015 at 7:34 pm

    This was badass!

  • Commented on September 30, 2015 at 12:51 am

    I believe there is no need for a sequel. Leave everything off like this, sometimes it’s better not to know.

  • Commented on September 30, 2015 at 1:19 am

    Well written. I liked the outro the most, saying that it continued with more pages gave it an effect to me.

  • Commented on September 30, 2015 at 3:28 am

    I love the disturbing twist when he progresses through the phot book. At first I thought itw as going to be a ‘Weepypasta ‘but the story took a disturbing turn @ the end. I love those kinds of Creepypasta’s.

  • Commented on September 30, 2015 at 9:49 pm

    Creepy… <3

  • Commented on September 30, 2015 at 10:08 pm

    great pasta it was amazing! keep up the scary stuff. I must know where else the book goes! make a part 2!

  • Kyle Collins
    Commented on September 30, 2015 at 10:10 pm

    i f***ing love the ending: “The thing that keeps me up at night, isn’t the content of what I saw.”

    “It’s that there were so many pages left.” please do seqaual!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE

  • rory
    Commented on September 30, 2015 at 10:30 pm

    i liked this story but i’m curious about what happens next please write part 2 i would like that

  • Commented on October 1, 2015 at 3:35 am

    I’m 99.9% sure you stole this story. There’s an amazing author on here, who wrote this, and many with this same style. That’s pretty crappy on your part for stealing someone else’s work.

  • Commented on October 1, 2015 at 3:40 am

    I think I actually might have messed up and I don’t think this is stolen. I’m really sorry, I feel like an idiot. Great pasta, I liked it a lot. I think I’ve seen this before, so maybe someone stole it from you?

  • Commented on October 1, 2015 at 11:22 am

    I don’t know what to call this but it is a great pasta 5/5 stars for you

  • Commented on October 1, 2015 at 12:19 pm


  • Commented on October 1, 2015 at 2:06 pm

    Great story i really like the weird twist with the book and the pictures of her birthdays great story like to see more of it

  • Commented on October 1, 2015 at 3:01 pm

    i want to know what happens after part 2 please !!!!

    Commented on October 1, 2015 at 3:46 pm

    I like this one

  • cat
    Commented on October 1, 2015 at 5:34 pm

    I love this <3

  • Commented on October 1, 2015 at 6:55 pm

    Plz carry on in part 2 😀

  • Commented on October 1, 2015 at 11:19 pm

    Dude, this is great. Gave me the creeps. Felt like I was being watched.

  • Commented on October 2, 2015 at 1:51 am


  • Commented on October 2, 2015 at 2:52 pm

    This is amazing please make a second part? I love this so much!!

  • Commented on October 2, 2015 at 9:39 pm

    Please do a second one, please!

  • Commented on October 3, 2015 at 11:07 am

    Please. Make this an effin’ series of pastas. This is so well done.
    Thank you for sharing this delicious snack. <3

  • Commented on October 3, 2015 at 12:45 pm

    Do a part 2 where the dad wants to investigate the who the mystery guy is! I would have loved to make a part two myself but it is your story.

    Great story by the way. Very creepy…

  • Commented on October 4, 2015 at 12:00 am

    Brilliant x

  • Commented on October 4, 2015 at 1:57 am

    Very well done. Original concept that makes the reader face their own twisted imagination. The stranger sure had an odd notion of how consolation works…maybe he worked for the bus company, their way of saying ‘don’t sue us! We saved her from a heap of trouble’

  • Commented on October 4, 2015 at 3:52 am

    This story was amazing! I love the style of it and hope that a part 2 comes out very soon! Great work 😀

  • Commented on October 6, 2015 at 8:51 pm

    I need a to know what the remaining pages consisted of D:

  • Commented on October 7, 2015 at 3:48 pm

    Totally Captivating!!! You Left Us Wanting More!!! PLEASE DO MORE!!!!!

  • Commented on October 7, 2015 at 9:27 pm

    it was really intresting

  • Commented on October 8, 2015 at 5:28 am

    wow this was aa really vivid story please write a part 2

  • Commented on October 8, 2015 at 1:57 pm

    Awesome pasta! Creepy and unique 5/5

  • Commented on October 8, 2015 at 4:42 pm

    Awsome pasta- well written with few mistakes. 9/10

  • cma
    Commented on October 8, 2015 at 10:06 pm

    that was a 10/10. please write a sequil

  • Nightwing
    Commented on October 9, 2015 at 12:07 am


  • Commented on October 9, 2015 at 9:51 am


  • Commented on October 9, 2015 at 1:17 pm

    i loved this pasta. 10l10 dude. Please make a part 2

  • Commented on October 9, 2015 at 8:13 pm

    Do a second part!

  • preson
    Commented on October 9, 2015 at 10:25 pm

    part 2 me need now now now.

  • Commented on October 10, 2015 at 12:01 pm

    I got dared to read this at night huge mistake

  • Commented on October 10, 2015 at 12:56 pm


  • Commented on October 10, 2015 at 8:59 pm

    Hello, I’m a member of Chilling Tales For Dark Nights “Content Acquisition Team” for their new website “Simply Scary”. I would love to discuss the opportunity to have this story produced by us. This is a such a great creepy concept and very well executed. It’s always the ones that leave you guessing that stick with you and this fic does just that. Please contact me at if you are interested!

  • Commented on October 14, 2015 at 7:58 pm

    I love my gf

  • Him
    Commented on October 14, 2015 at 8:41 pm

    Wow, bravo. This truly was one of the best Creepypastas I have ever read.

  • Commented on October 18, 2015 at 6:39 pm

    I know that many people have already said this, but you are an amazing writer. You must make a part two please. Maybe his sister finds the book and finishes it or something. I think it had a great ending, but I also feel like it had too much of a hanger. I really want to know what happens. It kept me on my seat the entire time Also, I kinda feel like whoever was taking those pictures captured her in said pictures. Like if you keep reading the book, the more she gets tortured and the more you are allowing the photographer to get closer. Definitely one of my favorites now.

  • Mee
    Commented on October 19, 2015 at 3:02 pm

    Please do sequel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Commented on October 21, 2015 at 12:10 pm

    Please part 2

  • Ladyface
    Commented on October 24, 2015 at 11:00 am

    I read this on Reddit/nosleep, actually. I hope you’re the same author who posted it there.

  • Commented on November 6, 2015 at 4:49 pm


  • Commented on November 21, 2015 at 2:42 am

    OMG your pastas are the best!!!! I love all your stories!

  • Commented on December 23, 2015 at 3:55 pm

    PLEASE DO A PART 2 TO THIS!!!!!!!!!

  • Ann2015
    Commented on January 10, 2016 at 6:34 am

    What a GREAT Pasta!

  • Commented on January 28, 2016 at 12:32 am

    Tasha Edwards… Instead of making groundless insinuations, maybe you could do some research to prove it, then present it to the admin…

  • Commented on February 28, 2016 at 3:29 am

    I loved it. 🙂

    In my opinion, I don’t think this needs a second part. It makes the readers wonder what were the other pictures!

  • Commented on May 11, 2016 at 7:45 pm

    I give this a 10/1o. It kept me on my toes the whole time. I really wish you could do a sequel!!!! PWEASE!!!!????

  • Commented on June 4, 2016 at 7:25 am

    I adore this style of writing, the characters felt so vividly alive and real~

  • Commented on June 28, 2016 at 3:46 pm

    Oh my gosh. It’s so good. Please don’t stop writing! This story is original, short but not to short,well written, and overall it had a good ending! Make a part two, please!!

  • Jack T
    Commented on July 27, 2016 at 4:02 pm

    Definitley a great story! I’m dying to know what else could have happened if the author kept reading the book. 9/10

  • Commented on July 28, 2016 at 5:42 pm


  • Commented on July 28, 2016 at 5:44 pm

    Eh. But Poor little 6 year old

  • Somethingstraange
    Commented on July 28, 2016 at 6:17 pm


    I’m the original author of this story and was wondering if you could either take it down or credit me please!


  • Mommy Raptor
    Commented on August 5, 2016 at 4:17 am

    I’m sorry, I don’t get it.
    Did she actually get hit by a bus?

  • Commented on November 2, 2016 at 12:55 am

    The emotional opening gripped me and it has a very unexpected and intense ending.
    Great writing.

  • Locksertify
    Commented on November 18, 2016 at 10:22 am

    I was crying on the first part then as the story goes on.. wtf

  • Commented on November 30, 2016 at 2:26 pm

    Great story. Too bad it isn’t yours so you tehnically can’t write a sequel.

  • Commented on November 30, 2016 at 2:29 pm

    TashaEdwards1020 It says at the bottom: “Original author: somethingstraange” You should read the whole story.

  • kebra
    Commented on January 9, 2017 at 4:55 pm

    too much like insidious

  • Commented on January 22, 2017 at 9:01 pm

    Wonderfully written pasta, it was sad and sinister and rather realistic. Keep up the great work!

  • Commented on June 15, 2017 at 4:46 am

    Fucking stupid ASF not scary “what keeps me up at night” such a fucking cheesy remark get a life and get laid fag

  • Thicc nibba
    Commented on July 22, 2017 at 11:07 am

    Wow! That ending was so well done and completely up to assumption. That’s what I like, a cliffhanger. 5/5

  • Commented on November 4, 2017 at 9:45 pm

    Sooo good! One of my favorites

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