I posted a story here recently, I hope you all enjoyed it. I drew the main antagonist of the story, my own personal oc, a while ago before writing the full story <3 hope you like it !!
I never considered myself superstitious. Ghost stories, chain mails, cursed videos—those were for kids and conspiracy nuts, not people like me. I was the guy who rolled his eyes at “creepypasta” and joked about Bloody Mary in the mirror. All that changed the night I downloaded DollFace.avi.
I first heard about it on a dark web forum, one of those threads buried under layers of dead links and “NSFL” warnings. Someone dared people to watch a video that had just started circulating—footage of a streamer named dollface_diana being murdered on her own livestream. The comments were full of the usual edgelord nonsense: “Don’t watch if you’re weak,” “She deserved it,” and “This is the real deal, you won’t sleep.” I didn’t believe it, but curiosity is a hell of a drug.
The file was small. I expected a jump scare, maybe a staged prank. Instead, what I saw was…wrong. It started with Diana—real name, Diana Holmes—sitting in her heavily decorated alternative room, a ring light making her skin look almost plastic. She was doing her makeup, humming, glancing and replying to chat, The timestamp in the corner showed it was late, almost two in the morning. After a while, she started acting nervous, chat was flowing fast almost unreadable, she was glancing over her shoulder, pausing mid-sentence. The video went on for nearly an hour, dragging out her anxiety, the camera lingering just a little too long on her pale face.
And then, out of nowhere, there was a shadow behind her. The next few minutes were chaos—her scream, the sound of a struggle, the camera knocked sideways. The last clear image was her face, blood streaking her cheeks, mouth twisted in a silent scream. Just as the footage cut out, the video glitched, flickering with weird, corrupted frames. For a split second, her face distorted into something inhuman—wide, black eyes, a mouth stretched far too wide.
I closed the file. My hands were shaking. I thought about deleting it, but instead, I posted it to a private Discord. I told myself it was just for shock value, that it was fake, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t.
That night, I dreamed of Diana. Not the Diana from the stream—the other one, the thing with the black eyes. She was standing at the foot of my bed, head tilted, watching me. I woke up drenched in sweat, the room freezing cold. My phone was on the floor, screen lit up. A new message from an unknown number: “Share it. Or else.”
The next day, the nightmares got worse. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face—sometimes smiling, sometimes screaming. I started seeing her everywhere: in the reflection of my monitor, in the darkened glass of my window, flickering behind me on the TV when it was off. My phone kept buzzing with more messages, all saying the same thing: “Share it.” The file, DollFace.avi, kept reappearing on my desktop, even after I deleted it. Sometimes it was renamed—Diana_lives.avi, WatchMe.mp4. I tried to wipe my hard drive, but the file wouldn’t go away. My antivirus flagged it as “corrupted,” unable to quarantine it.
Things got worse when I saw the news stories—people who posted the video found dead, faces twisted in terror, eyes gouged out. One guy, an admin who made a meme edit with clown music, was found with his mouth torn open, cheeks slashed until his grin reached ear to ear.
I stopped sleeping. My skin started to itch, my eyes burned. I’d catch glimpses of Diana’s face, smiling at me from inside dark corners, peeking out from the edges of video thumbnails. I tried to tell myself it was stress, guilt, maybe even psychosis. But I knew better. Every night, she came closer. Every night, her whispers got louder. “Share it. Tell them about me. Make them watch.”
I started posting about it everywhere—Reddit, Twitter, even Facebook, begging people not to download the file. I thought maybe if I warned enough people, she’d leave me alone. But the messages kept coming. “Not enough. More.”
Sometimes, when it’s quiet, I hear her footsteps in the hallway. Sometimes, I turn on my webcam and see her standing behind me, just out of focus. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. If you’re reading this, don’t look for the video. Don’t search for DollFace.avi. Don’t share it—don’t even mention it.
Because she’s real. And she’s waiting.
I’ve come to realize that the life I dreamed of, the career I dreamed of my whole life isn’t going to happen.
I (21F) have always dreamed of being a performer. I love to sing, dance, and be on stage. I’ve done some performances throughout my life thus far and I’ve always loved it, but.. recently I’ve come to realize I’ll never actually be a successful musician. The realization came when my husband (21M) who is an aspiring musician himself, asked me to write with him. He handed me a notepad and started playing his guitar. I just sat there. Nothing coming to mind. It never has. I’ve never written a song. I’ve never been able to. I’ve attempted several times to just blurt whatever comes to mind out but nothing ever does. I can’t write melodies for sh*t, I can’t write lyrics, I don’t play an instrument anymore, I have nothing going for me other than my years in vocal training and my love for singing. It made me realize that it’s just never going to happen for me. Now idk what to do. I never gave myself a backup plan because I was always so sure it’d come to me and I’d make it happen, but I’m 21 years old now, and I’ve never made my own song. My husband has plenty of demos of instrumentals he wants to put vocals to once he finds a qualified singer, he even has an instrumental track that was released to streaming platforms. Sure it wasn’t mixed great but it’s something that he made and released. I don’t have that. I never have and now I’m realizing I just never will.
TLDR; i wanted to be a performer and musician but realized I have no idea how to make music so it’s never going to happen.
I had to chop my hair off at the end of ‘25 after having dyed it, bleached it and permed it. First photo is my natural hair before I did any dying or perming and where I want the length at again and the second picture is my hair now. The last photo is where it was around February this year. It’s definitely gotten longer, but I was hoping it’d be around where it was before I damaged it and had to cut it by Halloween :(( Plz help !