Horror_Show
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 15, 2010
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nedAfpJV53w[/video]
A young girl who’s full name on her birth certificate Ellie Mae Shephard had been known just as Murph for as long as she could remember. It was a nickname given to her by legal guardian and adoptive father Mark. He had named her Murph after Murphy’s Law. The law stated that anything that can, could have, or will go wrong, is going wrong, all at once. Mark had found the young girl when he had found her in the middle of a murder scene. She had been hiding under a coffee table as everyone in her house had been killed. Her biological father had snapped after finding out his wife was having an affair and gruesomely murdered the whole family including the wife, her two older sisters and younger brother. The children had been killed by gunshots luckily enough but the mother had been tortured. For some reason young Ellie Mae had been saved and stood quietly fearful and shaking as a young toddler. Mark had been the first one to make contact.
That night he had never had contact with such a young infant but the girl refused to pull away from his grip. He was permitted to stay with her at the police station. She had no family members willing to take her and when social services got involved with his adoptive sisters help who was also working in the same department, was able to help Mark get custody. They both got shared custody over the girl within months. Mark and his Sister Riley had raised the young girl. She has stayed a lot with Riley as a child but often had a lot of contact with Mark. As she got older and went through adolescents and could stay home alone she moved in with Mark.
The girl was functioning as best as she could, she had a lot of demons and struggles but still was a good kid. She had a lot of emotional traumas, suffered from major depression, and kept to herself. She had just gotten her GED at age sixteen and had been taking online college courses until she was ready to go to a local university.
It was four in the morning on a Friday. Murph had just jolted awake covered in a cold sweat. She breathed out and leaned back into the bed rolling her eyes. “Fuck….” She breathed and rolled over being tangled in her sheets. She rubbed her eyes and had a splitting headache. She often had trouble sleeping. She kept having weird dreams of being little and reliving that night, sometimes it had to deal with Mark and other morbid things she couldn’t explain.