02 Apr Tinted Leslie
“Tinted Leslie”
Written by Craig Groshek Edited by Craig Groshek Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek Narrated by N/ACopyright Statement: Unless explicitly stated, all stories published on CreepypastaStories.com are the property of (and under copyright to) their respective authors, and may not be narrated or performed, adapted to film, television or audio mediums, republished in a print or electronic book, reposted on any other website, blog, or online platform, or otherwise monetized without the express written consent of its author(s).
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Margaret Dean started at the school on a Tuesday.
She was quiet, neat, and pale in a way Ms. Clemens noticed right away, though not enough to mean anything. New children came in nervous all the time. Some cried. Some clung to their parents. Margaret just sat down on the circle rug, folded her hands in her lap, and looked straight ahead.
About ten minutes into circle time, Sophia raised her hand.
“Who is that old lady sitting by Margaret?”
The room went still. Ms. Clemens looked over. There was no one there.
“What old lady, sweetheart?”
Sophia pointed to the empty space beside Margaret. “That skinny one.”
A few of the children turned to look. Margaret did not.
Ms. Clemens gave the class a calm smile. “There’s nobody there, Sophia.”
Sophia frowned. “Yes, there is. She told me her name is Tinted Leslie.”
Ms. Clemens laughed a little. “Tinted Leslie?”
Sophia nodded. “That’s what she said. She said she doesn’t like you.”
A few children giggled.
Ms. Clemens clapped her hands softly and tried to move on. Sophia did not stop staring.
Then her face changed.
The old woman rose from the floor beside Margaret without a sound. She was tall, thin, and bent in the middle, with gray skin drawn tight over her bones. Ms. Clemens was holding up a picture card when Leslie crossed the rug and placed one hand against her chest.
Ms. Clemens felt it at once.
A deep, unnatural cold moved through her body and settled in her heart. She gasped and dropped the card. Her hand flew to her chest, but she never saw what touched her. She only felt the cold spreading through her, and then the strength went out of her legs. She fell hard beside the circle rug, and she would never see anything ever again.
The children started screaming.
Sophia kept pointing.
Leslie stood over the body for a moment with a grim, satisfied expression on her face, as though she had gotten exactly what she came for. Then she turned, walked back across the rug, and took her seat beside Margaret as calmly as before.
By the time the other teachers came running in, Ms. Clemens was dead.
Only Margaret was still sitting quietly.
She was smiling.
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Written by Craig Groshek Edited by Craig Groshek Thumbnail Art by Craig Groshek Narrated by N/A🔔 More stories from author: Craig Groshek
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