Sweet dreams

"That пицца was bomb" Jakob сказал(-а) as we walked upstairs to our room. "I liked the pineapple and pepperoni one, yum" I сказал(-а) as we walked into the room and put our sodas down on the dresser by the closet. "Ew why can't Ты just stick with pepperoni" Jakob asked, "cuz its boring like you" I сказал(-а) falling back onto my bed, "jackass" Jakob сказал(-а) sitting on his. Just then the drinks fell off the dresser causing both of us to look over and see the closet door open some. "Ariceli come here" Jakob сказал(-а) as I got off my постель, кровати and crawled onto his as the door opened slowly.


TO BE CONTINUED

My name is Aricelia Freedman. I am 13 years old and this is the story of how Jeff the Killer changed me and my brother into a creepypasta.

"Mom this place is creepy!" I сказал(-а) walking into my new house couphing "and not to mention dusty" I continued. "Ari please try to enjoy it. Itll mean a lot to me and your father" mom said. "Mom hes not OUR father, hes YOUR fiance" my brother Jakob сказал(-а) walking into the house "and sorry I have to side with Ari on this one. This place is WAY creepy" jakob said. "And whats the point of getting a bigger house if were gonna have to share a room" we both сказал(-а) angrily. "Both of Ты calm down! Now lemme Показать Ты too your room so Ты can be all settled in by the time Gray gets home" mom сказал(-а) as we let out annoyed moans but followed our mom upstairs anyways.


TO BE CONTINUED