The Dice (Creepypasta)

I had just moved into a new neighborhood to be closer to my new high school. I knew I would miss my old friends, but my parents told me that I could visit them sometimes. For now, however, I was stuck with nothing to do until school started except play with my retarded sister.

She was always talking about "Creepypastas" and it annoyed me to no end.She didn't want to talk to me, preferring to spend time in her room talking to her imaginary friends, so I mostly watched TV or played games on the computer. That's right, my sister has imaginary friends at age 17. Anyway, my sister was lost in her imaginary world, my parents were using the shared computer to log financial changes in the database, and there was nothing on TV. I asked my sister if I could use her computer, but she just threw her pillow at me and screamed at me to get out.

So with nothing to do, and no friends made yet, I was sitting on my driveway and staring into the distance. There were three kids skateboarding nearby, and a girl sitting in the lawn across from my house. The girl was only about 6 or 7, and was playing with a set of dice and a coin. The dice were all different shapes and sizes, and the the coin and all of the dice were a weird gold color.

The girl had short black hair, pale skin, and a light blue sundress. She was rolling the dice and flipping the coin without much of a game that I could see. She seemed...lonely. I was thinking about going over and saying hi, when she noticed me and beckoned me over to her. I walked over in a trance, until I reached the girl. "Hello" she said, "What's your name?" "Jimmy" I replied. She smiled wider, and said "Mine's Alicia. Do you want to play with me?" "Sure" I replied, having nothing else to do.

She showed me her dice. Upon closer inspection, they looked...ancient. I'm not saying they were damaged, they were in near perfect condition, but they looked like they were made in ancient style. The dice had roman numerals, and the coin had a shining sun on one side and a crescent moon on the other. There were seven dice: a D4, a D6, a D8, a D12, a D20, and two D10s, one with 0-9 and one going up by tens.

I recognized them from when I used to play D&D with my friends in my old neighborhood. I looked up at Alicia, who was smiling. "Do you like them?" she asked in a cheerful voice. "They're cool. Where did you get them?" I asked, wanting to know where I could get some dice like that.. The smile faded from Alicia's face. "I...uh...don't know." she stammered. She picked up the D20 and rolled it. She rolled an 18, and all traces of doubt fled my mind. "Okay, I was just curious." I said. She relaxed and smiled again.

"So, want to play?" she asked again, reminding me. "Okay, how do you play?" I asked. "Watch" she said, pointing to the skateboarders. I did as she said, and she rolled the dice. One of the skateboarders was about to go off a ramp. Suddenly, the kid fell off spectacularly.

His face skidded across the concrete, and he screamed bloody murder. His face was mangled and had a look of extreme pain on it. While the other two skaters helped him out of the road and called 911, I looked back at Alicia, who was surprisingly calm. I looked down at the dice. The D20 had a 1 showing.

"Too bad. A little higher and he would have made it." she said, somewhat ominously. I staggered back in horror. "What?" was all I could say. "He only needed a three to make that jump." Alicia stated plainly. I ran, and she flipped her coin. A truck rushed past me, barely missing me. I looked back, and saw her smiling. I turned around and never looked back. The next day, I asked the people who live there where there daughter had gotten those dice.

They said they didn't have a child. I told my sister about the girl, and she said that it would make a great Creepypasta. I agreed to let her post this, and I have been less dismissive when my sister talks about Creepypastas. They could just be people like me, living their lives, until weirdness finds them. As for Alicia, I never saw her again, but I can't shake the feeling that she's still out there. Rolling her dice, controlling all but what we decide. The GM of reality.