Tell Me Your Story 4

I Am Four

I Am Four is a story submitted by a user on this website named lanablue711. It’s about a teenage girl who finds a little girl who is lost.

I Am Four

One: A young man was found murdered in the park. He was missing an arm. Written in blood on his forehead was the number 1.

Two: A middle-aged woman was found dead in a crashed car by the side of the road. Her legs had been severed at the knee. Written in blood on her forehead was the number 2.

Three: The dead body of a teenage boy was found on the street. His arms and legs had been chopped off. Written on his forehead was the number 3.

Four: It all began on a cold and breezy day in November. I was walking home from school when I noticed a very small girl who seemed to be lost. She was dragging her feet and kicking leaves with her head bowed down.

“Hey, are you lost?” I said, tapping her shoulder.

“Yes,” she replied, wiping her head. The first thing I noticed was that she had two black eyes.

“Are you alright?” I gasped.

“No, I’m so hungry,” she said.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“I am Four,” she replied.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

The little girl stared at me blankly. “I am Four,” she repeated.

I took the little girl’s hand and walked down the street. The little girl began to sing to herself. It was a cute little song, but for some reason it made me shiver. She grasped my hand even tighter.

“One two three four,” she sang. “One two three four.”

We walked in silence. It was almost dark when we reached a dark, shady cabin in the middle of nowhere.

“Thats it?” I said. “It looks like nobody lives there.”

“Yeah,” she replied in a deep voice. “One, two, three… and you are four!”

Everything happened so fast. She lurched forward and bit into my throat. Her eyes were glowing red. I screamed and fell backwards, hitting my head against the ground. She dipped her fingers in my blood and then held up her finger and licked it off. I could feel her fingers on my forehead. She was writing the number 4 in my own blood.

That was when I realized, she wasn’t four. I am four.

Slowly, the life ebbed from my body and everything went black.

Four: The corpse of a teenage girl was found near an abandoned house. Police believe that most of her insides were eaten by animals. Written on her forehead in blood was the number 4.


  • me: hey little girl
    me: what’s your name?
    little girl: I am 5
    me: no, silly, you are dead.
    little girl: ?
    me: *shoots in face with shotgun*
    me: ASTA LA VISTA! (terminator reference by the way)

  • me:”walks””sees a girl”oh hey there,what’s your name?
    girl:i am five
    me:”laughs”you are so adorable,i asked for your name not age
    girl:i said i am five!
    me:okay okay,five,are you lost?
    girl:yes,will you help me?
    me:sure “sarcasm”
    me:”stabs the girl”I KNOW YOU ARE EVIL!”runs”

  • Wow, Good job!! Make me curious to find the answer. Thumbs up for the writer.
    @water spirit: thats nice story for the “five story”.

  • wow! I knew it! little girls are plain evil. lets take my 7 year old sis as an example. She’s jealous that I have a iphone and ipod, so she HID them both, and I couldn’t find it.

  • Freaky!!! And she was trying to help ‘I’m four’ oh and littlemissscary24 I know all little girls are not evil but my 6 years old sister, IS Evil!!! I’m so nice o her (I buy her a lolly after school and all) and then I get my laptop stolen as a thanks.

  • Five: I was on my way to the market. The air was a chilling one today, though my coat was nice and warm. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was being watched.

    “Can you help me. I’m lost. I don’t know where I am.” a frail voice whispered from behind me. I spun around to see a little girl, shaking profoundly.

    The little girl looked extremely familiar, but I couldn’t place my finger on it. “Of course I can. But first I must go to the market. Can you come with me?”

    The little girl nodded and reached a hand out to me. I took her hand and started to slowly walk, so she wouldn’t fall behind.

    “Do you know your name?” I asked her.

    “I am five!” She smiled to herself, holding up her free hand with all her fingers outstretched.

    “No, sweetie. I asked for your name.”

    She frowned at me, her long bangs covering her eyes and most of her nose. “I. Am. Five.” She repeated with gusto on the number five.

    I stared at her for a while, then nodded. “Okay, five.”

    Not soon after, we reached the market and I sold my eggs and bought some strawberries for the both of us. Five gratefully took a strawberry from the basket when asked. As we ate, I let her guide me to the park she said she liked to go to.

    “Follow me.” She growled and ran off, sending me scrambling after her. Five was fast for a girl her age. Hell, she was fast for my age!

    After a while I found her deep in the forest of the park, singing softly and eerily to herself. “One, two, three,” She’d sing, twirling on three, then continuing, “four and five, all by me.”

    “Five, what are you doing?” I asked, walking up to her. She looked at me through those thick brown bangs of hers, and flipped her hair away. I gasped in horror at two gaping black holes where eyes should have been, and red spots in the middle. I finally recognized the girl.
    Five was me.

  • I’m the little girl’s friends I became 7 death I know everything she does the person who dies get to have the choice of who she kills I made my choice my sister who got all the attention died yesterday you want to be next hehehe

  • 1st !!!!!!!! Hey I read this story on the tell me your story section Im so glad it got chosen I really like this story. Good job lanablue711 great job. =)

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