As I walked inside this crusty, dusty ass fucking house, I keep feeling like someone is watching me. I hope not cause I scratched my ass a few seconds ago and that would be AWKWARD. I grab out my camera and start recording and talking about the history of the house, in which I generously researched for my teacher.
"So, apparently there has been like SEVERAL deaths in this house, meaning it could be extremely fucking haunted-" I paused for a second. "Aw fuck, now I'm gonna have to edit that part out."
FUCK
I heard something fall in the kitchen.
"Oh HELL nah." I looked around. "This bitch wants me to investigate for the progression of this story ig."
I started walking towards what I presumed was the kitchen. I flash my flashlight across the kitchen. Then, I found what was the culprit. A cat was trying to eat something out of a half-opened can of chicken meat.
"What the hell cat! Ya fuckin' scared me half to death." I talked to the fairly skinny cat.
I stood in silence, as if waiting for a response, and then I felt like someone walked behind me.
"BRUH WHO'S THERE?!?! CMON COME OUT" I sporadically flashed the light around, trying to find what just scared the absolute shit out of me.
"Bruh. You can't be doing that ghosts! I have a fragile heart!" I lied through my teeth and humoured my fear to make myself feel a little bit better.
I put my bag on the counter and turned on my phone and opened the 'Necrophonic' app.
"Hello, is anyone there?" I asked.
gₑₜ ₒᵤₜ...
"What was that?" I couldn't hear the words over the static blaring in my ears.
🅶🅴🆃 🅾🆄🆃
"Oh fuck me- nah I'm gonna come back tomorrow with some friends, fuck this shit. i am fucking GONE" I start rushing out of the creepy ass house-
...
I left my bag on the counter...
fuck.
i am an idiot
I turned around and started to go back, my eyes darting, searching through the darkness for anything that could harm me. I go back into the kitchen and pat where my bag was- Its not there.
"What tha heeelllll??" I say under my breath.
I shine my flashlight everywhere until.. I see a female figure in the hallway with my bag.
I didn't need my tripod or that anyways.
I fucking get out of there as fast as I fucking can.
I can always come back tomorrow with Shannon and my friends.
??? POV
Huh... That's a first. Usually they try and convince me for their stuff back..
What do they even have in here?
A tripod, battery pack, and a camera battery?
Didn't really come all that prepared hey? I think I might sell this, I may get a lot of cash from this stuff.
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How was the 2nd chapter of season 2??
i actually totally forgot i started a season 2
thats why it took so long for an update
anyways thanks for readingg
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Creepypasta X Reader /Lost in the Woods\
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