Shyanne {a Shyanne creepypasta origin.}

This Same Offer Again

"That was amazing," I said as I flopped down onto Jeff's couch.

Jeff stared at me in some sort of expression that looked like a cross between pride and terror. "Um....What'd you say happened?"

"I killed him," was my instant reply.

"Who?" Ej asked me.

"Anthony."

"Um, okay." I could tell that they had no idea who I was talking about and I rolled my eyes.

"He's just someone I knew," I explained while twirling my knife.

"Um, okay," was Ej's response.

I turned to Jeff. "Can I stay here for a few days?"

Jeff didn't say anything and just looked at the tv.

"Are you sure yo don't want to come to the mansion, there's always room for someone new."

Jeff laughed, "room for everyone?"

Ej seemed slightly offended by Jeff's question and looked at him. "Slender asked you repeatedly if you wanted to live with us, and each time you said no."

Jeff put his hands up as in saying that he was innocent, which I found amusing. "I asked a while back, and he seemed irritated, to don't get mad at me."

Ej huffed, "what ever. So do you want to come?"

I shook my head no and turned back to Jeff. "Can I stay here?"

He sighed.

"Please?" I gave him puppy dog eyes and 'the lip'. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

Jeff sighed again. "Why not? You can stay in the room your sister stayed in the last time she was here." I started doing the happy dance. "Don't do that," he told me. I stopped dancing. "There's some clothes in the closet, and a hair brush too. Just, don't go in my room."

I gave him a confused look. "How will I know which room is yours?"

He laughed. "Your sister asked me the same question. Believe me, you'll know which is mine."

I nodded and walked up the stairs, gripping on the side of the wall, pleading my ankles to not go out on me again. When I got to the top of the stairs there was a few doors. And sure enough, there was one door that stood out. The paint on the door was ripped in specific places, knife holes as well. Jeff was right, I would know which room is his. I opened a door that, carved in small letters said SALLY. Okay, this was my sister's room. I opened the door. There was a hair brush on a desk beside the bed, and I began combing the bloody tangles out of my hair. There was a lot. I opened the closet and pulled out a gray dress that was clean. I smiled and put it on. It fit fine. I started to close my eyes to go back to the apartment to get some more of my clothes, then I thought better of it. The police must be swarming that place like bees. There was no way I was going back right now. I layed down on the bed and closed my eyes and fell asleep.