Season 2, Episode 21.
Chilling Creepypastas (Ep. 13) "The Love Triangle" by WitheredHat
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The Love Triangle
I will never forget that cool night in October. It was the night that would change the course of my entire life. But in order for the story to make sense, we have to go back to when it all began. Chase Beckham was his name. He was my best friend, and he had been since we were six years old. We had met in Mrs. Seibert’s kindergarten classroom. I had forgotten my pencil box at home and he had been kind enough to share his own.
Throughout the years, he continued to be there for me through my parents divorce when I was eight, and again during the stresses of adolescence. Even better was that we lived on the same street, so everyday we would walk to school together past the surrounding wooded area that lined the block and talk about our days. It wasn’t until after my first breakup in high school, that it all began to change. Her name was Jennifer Baker. A stubborn brunette with too much anxiety for her own good. She was my first real girlfriend so things were rocky. And they stayed that way. Eventually she broke it off. I was hurt but I always had a feeling about her and Chase. They got along great when we hung out as a group, and after some time, they were dating.
It sucked, I’ll admit, but he was my best friend. Obviously the thing that had been missing from me, she had found in him. And if she was happy, then so was I. However, about a month later, things took a turn for the worst. In short, Chase dumped her from what seemed like nowhere, and after pestering him about it, he replied with a blank expression that she simply just wasn’t what he was looking for. I felt bad for Jennifer, and I noticed in the the hallways of Brookfield High, that it was really taking a toll on her already poor spirit. She stopped dressing up for school, and her hair was almost always in disarray. If not for Elizabeth Cook and her bright blonde hair and blue eyes, I might not have been able to let it go. But eventually my infatuation got the best of me, and she began to consume most of my time.
Unfortunately, for reasons unknown, my later relationship with her only lasted about a month and a half before she actually left me FOR Chase. Soon, I was old news, and Chase was on the front page. Their time together moved things quickly, them often spending every moment they could together. I, on the other hand was left alone. But it wasn’t until after he had agreed to take her to the Snoball dance in mid September that a small fire began to ignite from somewhere inside of me. Because, you see, he never actually took her to the dance. She had gotten out of her parents car, walked inside, and waited for her date who would never arrive.
When I found out, I was furious and I didn’t understand. She was a great girl after all; she had passion behind those bright blue eyes. After demanding why he had just left her hanging, he once again muttered the same words, “she just wasn’t what I was looking for,” and shrugged. Having no real reason behind his answer seemed to anger me even more, but things could always be worse. And they definitely got worse.
It was about a week after the Snoball dance when my first ex-girlfriend Jennifer committed suicide. Rumors soon spread circling the cause of her reasons why, and they all ended up at the same conclusion. A broken heart. In the days that followed, my mind had begun to view Chase less as a friend, and more of a mystery. What had he said or done to cause these girls such a drastic emotional collapse? It ate away at me.
October moved by slowly. Me, along with the whole school was in mourning. Meanwhile, as if to add to the flames, a new family moved in down the street from us. And of course they had a beautiful daughter. Her name was Emily, and she was just a year below us. It was love at first sight. Later, I found out that I even had a class with her. English, and it slowly became the only class I was eager to attend. We had so much in common, Emily and I. She enjoyed hiking, I did too. She was into puzzles, and I lived for them. We were perfect for each other. I just knew it. I didn’t know if she felt the same way yet, but I knew she would.
One day, when we all decided to go to the movies together, I noticed something that caused my whole world to shake. Chase had looked at Emily with a longing in his eyes. She too, had noticed, and not long after I had become the third wheel. Emily talked to me less and less. I dwelled on that look, until finally my mind just, well, snapped. It was only then that I knew what must be done. I wouldn’t give him the chance to hurt another girl. I Couldn’t. Not again. Specially a girl that I was sure was MY soulmate. So it was that cold night in October, that I killed Chase Beckham.
Before I left for school that morning, I had grabbed one of my moms’ steak knives from the kitchen drawer and nestled it safely into my backpack. I thought about the risks, but I thought of Emily more. This needed to be done, for us. When school finally let out, I joined up with Chase for the walk home. A home he would never return to. We headed around the final block that was surrounded by the thin patch of forest, and that’s when I took the knife out.
I asked him if he wanted to see something, before pulling it out quickly, and slitting his throat wide open. Quickly, I dragged his wriggling body past the tree line and into the woods. Once hidden, and with adrenaline flowing, I plunged the knife into his sternum and yanked with all my might until his rib cage burst open with a sickening snap. It was then that I ripped out his now lifeless heart, pierced the blade through it, and pinned it to a nearby tree. A maniacal laugh escaped my throat, and I looked him right in the eyes. “How does it feel Chase, to have your heart ripped from you?”
Passion surged through my whole body, and my mind once again drifted to the thought of Emily and I, and how amazing our life would be now. I had SAVED her, I thought. And as if nothing had happened at all, I strolled out of the foliage and onto the sidewalk, bloody and smiling, on that cool night in October.
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