A Burning Memory
⚠️ Potentially Really Bad, Plus Very Obvious Child Neglect and Abuse Themes ⚠️
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A Post Appears on FearNet.Com, by a user known as L0ve_Mem0ries… one known for posting normally wholesome/funny things, Making Comments throughout the Site, or helping in Investigations…
But this Post was Different…
Named “A Burning Memory”, the Post detailed the following story
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Memory would be burning, fading…
Unknown… Forgotten… Unwanted…
But she didn’t disappear… not fully…
when she awoke… she found herself no longer in that void… but in a place that looked familiar, felt familiar… but did not recognize…
it was peaceful… yet… liminal, with rooms that feel off and endless amounts of halls… decor all around meant for entertainment and joy… and lights faintly buzzing above…
she wandered this place, passing by randomly placed decor and objects, furniture and playground stuffs…
even finding a bunny plushie she… felt like she recognized and decided to snuggle…
Memory looked around… wandering and exploring… alone but… not seemingly in any danger…
but… she did… wonder… she had a… feeling…
like… she wasn’t alone… or atleast she shouldn’t be… a feeling she couldn’t explain… a feeling she couldn’t understand…
Memory would wander through the halls… messing with some of the random stuff around…
when she finds a… radio… with a song that’s ready to play…
it would play a peaceful tone, and the singing voice, both peaceful and sounds like coming through an old rotary phone…
>![“No Surprises” by Juliana Chahayed]!<
”
A heart that’s full up like a landfill~
a job that slowly kills you~
bruises that won’t heal~
You look so tired, unhappy~
bring down the government~
they don’t, they don’t speak for us~
I’ll take a quiet life~
a handshake of carbon monoxide~
No alarms and no surprises~
No alarms and no surprises~
this is my final fit~
my final bellyache~
with no alarms and no surprises~
no alarms and no surprises~
No alarms and no surprises, please~
”
As Memory listens… suddenly a … flash of a memory… seeing… who she once was singing that exact song with her father… both their faces covered in static… as she sees the scene was in a forest, camping… her mother in the background… but unlike the other two who have their faces in white static, the mother would have black static…
Memory sits there… processing this moment of remembrance… a tear drop of blackness falling down her cheek… as she hugs the bunny plushie… closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them to see the specific room (not all of them just this one) became that same forest scene, though indoor with wallpaper of a forest scene on the walls of the room…
and Memory just moves to the camp site in the middle… and just relaxes by the campfire…
No Alarms… No Surprises (besides the room changing)
…just…
comfort and peace…
Memory would find herself wandering the halls again… taking off the oversized hoodie because she was starting to get a bit hot… noticing how her body doesn’t seem… complete… she basically has no belly section of her torso, her upper torso is just floating… (she can’t separate her upper torso from her hips and all that she sees in the opening revealed by the missing belly section is just a black void, she don’t see gore or bone, bc she’s technically not a living person, she’s a living memory, which is why she doesn’t look entirely human and she has the black substance)
Memory would wander into another room… one with… a different type of slide… a water slide… the room is even taller than the others for said slide… one she… feels like she recognizes…
Memory would climb up to the top of the slide… the water just appearing into existence going down the slide… and she decides to go down it… and as she does… she’s suddenly taken to a flashback…
she’d find herself as who she once was… as a little kid… sliding down that exact slide, watching the world outside, seeing all the people… looking behind herself to see her dad, hearing her say how proud she is of her for braving the slide… calling her “His Brave Little Cupcake”…
and as Memory reaches the end of the slide, she’d arrive back in the room, and just like the forest, it changed to an actual water park… like the one in the memory but… fake like the forest room…
But then she would realize she can’t swim… and would suddenly sink… and that’s when a bad memory suddenly shows itself to her…
She would remember going to her mom afterwards… trying to excitedly tell her about how she braved the biggest slide in the water park… interrupting her conversation with her friends… and her mother… not being too happy with her, yelling and eventually pushing the little girl into the water, being caught by her father… whom would basically tell her that Mommy doesn’t want to be bothered right now…
”But she always never wants to be Bothered by me…”
Memory finds herself saying as she wakes up from the bad memory… standing suddenly by the edge of the water… as she sees a blood covered black rose by the poolside… and she kicks the rose into the water, and it dissolves in the water…
(in the flashbacks, like in the forest, the faces had the same static, white for everyone Memory’s old self was close to, gray for people she didn’t know… and black… well… I think you can tell what black meant)
Memory would sit down on the pool edge, dipping her feet into the water as she looks out into the fake sun on the water park wallpaper… wondering… if one day…
maybe… just maybe…
she could return to normal… and she could remember her real name…
Memory would wander the halls again… snacking on something she found in the water park… when she… actually finds an actual Door at the end of a hall, one she… recognizes but can’t put her finger on… and when she opens it…
she’s transported to a memory… she would be a young teen… opening the door, when suddenly her friends and father surprise her, for her birthday…
Memory hearing them say her name but… it’s staticed over… Memory would find herself reliving that day… the happiest day of her life… Home Sweet Home, on her birthday when she turned 16…
having fun with friends, eating cake, opening amazing presents… including the… bunny plushie gifted by… not her dad as she thought… but… someone seemingly just as close… another girl at the party… one wearing bunny ears… maybe a best friend or-… and that was a kiss… definitely MORE than a friend…
but as the memory would seem to be reaching its peak of happiness… the mother comes home… and would immediately be pissed off about all this, as if coming home to a party just ruined her entire day… and eventually it would blow over into an argument between mother and father… and then, Memory hears the words… the ones that left her mother’s mouth… “I never even wanted that BRAT!…”
Memory instinctively closed her eyes, falling down onto the sofa… just… breathing heavily… until finally… it all becomes quiet… and she opens her eyes, to see a more liminal version of her home… almost identical but the feeling is just… off… and the black rose would sit ontop of a cake… blood going down the cake from the rose… as Memory picks it up… and tosses it away, it poofing into dust as it’s thrown away…
memory decides to stay in the house for a long while… just resting and… enjoying it as her home… finding all the old gifts from back then and other parties… as she hugs the plushie tighter than before… whilst sitting on her bed…
Alone… but at peace…
Memory would take a deep breath… before finally leaving the house area, wearing a new set of clothes that are much more comfy and less “overheating”…
She’d wander for a few hours, just exploring… sometimes looping back to some of the specialized rooms… which reveals to her it’s technically not infinite, just loops back randomly…
but then she finds… a dark room… one with… a gravestone… she slowly approaches cautiously… before pausing… standing at the foot of the grave…
R.I.P.
Madison Belks
July 7th, 1982 - July 7th, 1998
“Goodnight, Dad I love you!” Written as the final words… not even seemingly in an intentional final goodbye… and that’s when Memory… or Madison… would have a flashback… with the faces showing this time…
She’d remember saying goodbye to her friends awkwardly, her parents arguing in the background… being directly after the Birthday Party… as Madison would look back over there… before heading up to her room… just laying down in bed…
about an hour later… her father would come in… and calmly talk to her, comforting her…
Dad) “Now cmon lil Cupcake, it’s getting late…”
Madison) “Heh-… alright Dad… Goodnight…”
Dad) “Goodnight-“
Madison) “Dad I love you…”
Dad) “… love you too, Cupcake-…”
and Madison would go to sleep… memory suddenly splitting off… like a ghost watching a scene they cannot interact with… as time would pass to near midnight… and suddenly… the mother walks into the room… only thing visible of her face would be an enraged eye as she walks over to the bed…
…wielding a kitchen knife… and aimed for the skull and eyes…
…I think you can guess what happened, and it wasn’t just one stab either…
Memory would suddenly be pulled back out of the flashback… staring down at the grave as the rest of the room became a graveyard at night… before noticing she’s not standing alone… white glowing silhouettes of everyone she’s ever known, standing in mourning over the grave… all but her mother… whom she would see… another gravestone of… as flashes of… not Madison’s memory… but of her mother’s… getting caught by Madison’s dad… and the two getting into a physical struggle… only for her dad to accidentally kill her too that same night…
Memory would see the bloodstained rose on her mother’s grave… Madison’s blood dripping off of it… before Memory would stomp on the flower… destroying it… and the gravestone of Madison’s mother suddenly falls apart as the silhouettes would disappear… so many flowers and even the bunny plush sat by Madison’s Grave…
Memory would go back over… sitting down infront of the grave… and close her eyes… every one of Madison’s memory returning back to her…
but when Memory opened her eyes… she was no longer in those rooms… she found herself standing up in a… real graveyard infront of the real gravestone, with those same items all infront of it… looking over to her mother’s whom’s was damaged and covered in spray paint… that single wilted flower infront of that damaged gravestone…
Memory would look around, noticing she’s whole again, no more missing pieces… she’s not Madison anymore, but Memory still… and she’s… in the living world…
she would pick up the plushie… hugging it… as she wanders towards distant light of a town… her home town… passing by a tree with a Circle with an X through it carved into the bark…
Memory would wander to her old home… and see her dad… caring for an adopted son… when he suddenly looks outside… and sees memory… the two staring for a long time… before her father… opens the front door…
…and hugs her…
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That’s where the post ended, with a picture of Madison’s Gravestone posted with it…
People on FearNet were intrigued, wondering if this is legit and if so, how does L0ve_Mem0ries know the exact details…
Well it’s simple… L0ve_Mem0ries IS Memory… and she decided to stop hiding it after over a year being on FearNet… and the gravestones were also confirmed real too… a post by FearNet Moderator “Mous3” showed an image of both graves… and a small clip of Mous3 doing his usual “Unserious Charm with the paranormal” and basically kicking the Mother’s Gravestone
yes it hurt… it was worth it though…
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>![This is my First Text Story Here, and it is intentionally a more wholesome one bc why not, I hope this is all okay, and as far as I know I haven’t used anyone else’s creation in this, not knowingly or intentionally At least so if there is anything, lemme know!… also FearNet.com is a website made up by Me, as far as I know, that is basically an in-universe version this subreddit but much larger, its own website, and used to investigate the paranormal/Creepypasta stuff as-well as just usual subreddit-like shenanigans, and if Mods do decide it needs any tags or anything like that, feel free to, bc I probably didn’t realize that needed it when I posted this]!<