Urban Legends and Scary Stories!

Perfect Girl

Perfect Girl is a creepy story about a guy who falls in love with his neighbour.

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One summer, a girl moved into the house next door. She lived with her mother and they were quite poor. Their father left ages ago.

She was new in town and found it hard to adjust. Although we both came from different backgrounds, we became friends.
Not very close friends but I would go over to her house and we'd talk.

The moment I laid eyes on her I knew she was the perfect girl for me. Unfortunately, she didn't feel the same way. She was attracted to boys who were handsome and confident. It was clear I wasnt her type, so I decided to wait.

She didn't have any friends of her own to talk to, so she confided in me. Mostly, she'd complain about her life, telling me how her mother hit her, how the girls in her class were mean and excluded her. She also told me about a bow she had a crush on in school. He was very popular with girls in school.

As she complained, I just sat there and listened.

One day, the girl stopped coming to school. As it turns out she was being bullied. She told me that one of the popular girls in school had found out she had a crush on her boyfriend. The popular girl and her friends would bully her every time they say her. She said they even spread vile rumours about her to the other classmates and they were making her life a living nightmare.

I stayed quiet and listened while she vented her problems.

Her behaviour began to change after she joined junior high school. She stayed out into all hours of the night and began to smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol. I heard rumours that she was doing drugs too. She fell into a bad crowd and was even arrested with the police.

Her home life got even worse and she'd frequently quarrel with her mother in the middle of the night. All of the girls in school hated her. Someone sprayed graffiti all over her house, calling her horrible names and saying disgusting things about her. Someone even killed her pet cat and stuffed it in the letter box.

Eventually the girl dropped out of high school. She became withdrawn and locked herself in her bedroom. She stopped speaking with her mother (actually me btw) and went for days with out leaving her room.
She rarely even came out to eat.

She looked pale, sickly and painfully thin. Her mother took to leaving food outside her door. She'd only come out if she needed the toilet or in the middle of the night when her mother was asleep. It was a miserable life.

I went to see her for the first time in a long time. She refused to come out to see me even though I yelled through the keyhole, she refused to answer.

Her mother gave me a bowl of soup to take up to her. I caught a glimpse of her when she opened the door to take it. She was pale, drawn, haggered and emaciated. She looked like a wet rag that had been wrung out.

I went to see her everyday. after a while, the girl began talking to me through the door. She told me how she was constantly fighting with her mother about all of her old friends she had forgotten about. She told me how she'd been in with a bad crowd and went out with them at night. Stealing, doing drugs, and getting into trouble. She told me how she'd been arrested for stealing and she now has a criminal record.

She told me how her mother tried to help her at first, but when she wouldn't listen, she flew into a rage and beat her. The girls life had become unbearable. She wanted to die and she told me she had tried to commit suicide many times by slitting her wrists.

Just like the old days she continued to talk on and I continued to listen. Whenever she asked my opinion I just shrugged and made an innocuous remark.

As time when by, the girls mood gradually began to brighten. She even decided to come out of her room. It seemed like things were getting better and the future was looking positive. Her mother broke down into tears and thanked me profusely.

One day the girl went up to the roof of an apartment building and jumped. She wasn't very high and landed in a shrubbery. That was probably what saved her life (no sizzle). However, her  spinal cord became damaged by the fall (oof) and she was paralysed from he neck down. The doctors said she'd spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

When she got out of hospital, I went to see her.
She was lying in her bed, unable to move. She apologised to me all over and over again and wouldn't stop crying. She said she wished she hadn't survived the fall and said she was sorry for all the trouble she'd caused me and my mother.

I tried to soothe her and stop her crying, but it's hard to do that when someone's lying down. I embraced her awkwardly. She was weeping so much that her whole body was shaking. She couldn't even wipe away her own tears.

As I held her in my arms, I asked her to marry me.

"Really? Are you serious? Me? Really?"

She couldn't believe that anyone would want her. I had to propose loads of times so she made sure I'd meant it. I told her I'd always loved her.

She was always the perfect girl for me.

Even when she ignored me and didn't return my feelings.

Even when she was hanging out with a bad crowd.

Even when I had to listen to all her stupid problems.

Even when she became so thin she was hiding in her room.

Even when I told the popular girl she fancied her boyfriend.

Even when I was spreading vile rumours about her to her classmates.

Even when I sprayed graffiti all over the house.

Even when I killed her cat and stuffed it through the letter box.

Even now that she is lying there in her bed, small, weak and unable to move.

Even now I still love her.

Soon we will be married.