My Life in the Creepypasta House

The Beginning

I'm laying in bed, sleep in sound when a suddenly....*CRASH*

Me: *talking to myself* what the fuck was that sound?

*yelling from down stairs*

BEN: WHERES MY XBOX CONTROLLER? HUH JEFF? WHERE THE FUCK IS IT? YOU HAD IT LAST FUCKER NOW GIVE IT BACK

Jeff: I DONT HAVE IT YOU LITTLE SHIT NOW PISS OFF

BEN: NOT UNTIL YOU HAND IT OVER ASSHOLE

You pissfully flip over your covers and put on your slippers and make your down stairs, and you see the living room is a mess. There's a broken lamp on the floor, the coffee table is flipped over, there's drops of blood around the floor. Jeff is on one side of the room, cuts on his face and in his sweat shirt with blood soaking through, and BEN is on the other with cuts on his face and his green Tunic ripping.

Jeff : WHAT THE FUCK MAKE YOU THINK I HAVE IT

BEN: CUZ YOU WERE PLAYING MY XBOX LAST *BEN lunges towards Jeff with his sword in hand and cuts jeff shoulder, and jeff stabs BENS arm as the rotate around the room, now in opposite places*

Me: *now furious* GUYS KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF! WE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP UP HERE *making my way down the stairs*

Jeff: this little midget ass fuck thinks I have his Xbox controller!

BEN: *still yelling* YOU DO NOW WILL YOU JUST GIVE IT BACK SO I CAN PLAY IT IN THE MORNING?

Me:*looking around, sees remote on top of tv* BEN, SHUT THE FUCK UP IT WAS ON TOP OF THE TV THIS WHOLE TIME, NOW BOTH OF YOU CLEAN THIS PLACE UP, AND IF I HEAR ANYMORE SHIT FROM YOU TWO IM GONNA OPEN A CAN OF WHOOP ASS ON BOTH OF YOU*

Jeff and BEN: *in unison* fineeee.

Me: good now Jeff, give me your knife, and BEN your sword.

*they both hand them over at the same time*

*I make my way back to my room, and plop down on my bed and get comfortable again. I pick up my phone off the nightstand and unplug it. I squint at my bright phone, as my eyes are not used to the light. When my eyes finally focus, I see the time is 12:37am.

*starting flash back*

It's 12:37am, as I am running through the woods trying to outrun the cops thay are hot on my trail. I see an old run down building and burst my way in to there. Finding the perfect hiding spot, even there dogs didn't find me. A couple hours later, they drop the case.

As I'm now calmly walking through the woods catching my breath, I hear a twig snap behind me, as I turn around, I manage to make out a taller guy, with a black sweat shirt, wearing a blue mask with this black goo stuff dripping out from where his eyes should be, before I pass out.

I wake up tied to a chair, my eyes take me a minute before they register, and I see the same person standing with -- wait, is that SLENDERMAN!?!