There.In.That.House <a creepypasta survival story>

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I woke up in a strange place. A man was kneeling next to me. I yelled out, and attempted to get up, if not out, but the man calmly pushed me down again.

"Calm down, I'm just trying to bandage your wounds."

"But.. Wh.. Where am I? What is this place, where is Penny? And Antonio?"

The man got up again.

"Don't worry, your friends are fine. You were the only one who took injury, and trust me, you will be okay."

"But.. But..."

"Rest now, you need your strength for the walk home. The people out there? Don't worry, none come near my home. "

He then walked out, so I had the chance to get up, and look around. The home was not all that big, a shack, in fact. In a corner was this for I was on, and at the foot of the bed, a box with some pretty random items within. A cardboard refrigerator box was across from the cot, and inside, was a rifle, a hatchet, a shotgun, and enough bullets to survive a war.

I awkwardly walked out of the shack.

"Uh.. Sir?" I asked shyly.

"I'm up here"

I looked around, and found a ladder to the roof. I climbed it, and found the man, with, his..

"Um.. Uh... Wow.. Why do you have an assault rifle? Sir?"

"First off, you oght to learn my name, or, well, the name I use. I call myself Wolf."

Wolf. Oh, well. Could be worse.

"And... The guns?"

"Oh, right. I have a few, but this one and my pistol I have with me at all times. I think by now you know what is out there."

An awkward silence.

".. Well, now, how bout you join your friends for some breakfast, then I'll take you guys home."

I nod, and go down the ladder. I went around the shack, and found my friends sitting around the fire.

Both looked up when I approached, and I was tackle hugged by Pen.

"Oh my god! Are you doing alright?" Pen asked me.

"Yes.. Yes, I'm fine. Now please, get off of me."

She quickly apologized, and got back to her seat, which was a log. I sat down too, and took the breakfast Antonio made for me, in case I was unable to get up.

"Uh.. What is it?" I ask, poking at the meat suspiciously.

"Relax." Said Wolf. "It's only vension, deer meat. Better than beef, I'll say, though it's been around.. Four... Years since I last had any."

"Oh, well.." Asked Pen

"How long have you lived like this?"

"Four years. The strange people came two years later, but I had already used my remaining money on ammunition for hunting. Despite how much I have, I recycle whenever possible."

"Well, that's cool." Pen commented.

We continued to eat our vension, while Wolf told about the hunting, and the people he has seen, and even of a bear he had seen around these parts. We learned where the house was in comparison to the house, (several miles south east, in fact) and how long the walk would be.

When we finished our food, we bid him farewell and made our way home, which took a while because of my limping, due to my sore foot from tripping. We got home safely, before nightfall, thanks to a map Wolf gave us that he drew himself. It was really accurate, if well drawn wasn't the word.

Trust me, nothing happened, we didn't quite find anything...

When we got back Cody flipped out about us all being okay and whatever, while I somehow managed to get myself upstairs alone.

I loosened my grip on the thing I did find on our hike, a couple dirty string dolls.

Now I could look at them more closely. They looked home made, like how... How she made them. They looked like...

They looked like Cody and Antonio, but dolls with blood on their chests.

Could it..?

I carefully hide them away. I don't believe they look like the two, it might just be my mind messing with me. However, I don't know how they might react.

No. Jen is the last person who could ever be out there. She's probably at home, her own home, probably.

She's too old to live with her parents now.

And that is that.

Who likes Wolfie?

And what is your guesses on who will survive? I like knowing!

(I already planned out who's gonna die... So choose wisely..)

>:3