"Come on... Come on..."
I close the book and watched as Antonio attempts to use an old propane stove.
Fail.
Antonio swore a bit, before looking to Penn and I.
"Damn.. Well, looks like we're having barbeque tonight!"
"Yay." Penn answered, unenthusiastically.
Since Antonio is a lazy old man, Penn and I were the ones searching for firewood.
"This looks dry.."
"Aubrey?"
I picked up the branch, then glanced at Penn. She had no trees behind her, and the setting sun was directly behind her, causing a beautiful glow to her golden blonde hair. It always occurred to me that Penn was very pretty..
"Aubrey, what?"
Whoops, I was staring.
"Oh! Err, you called my name, what?"
"Right, I just wanted to point out those flowers. They were pretty, I wonder what they are, or if I have time to pick some.."
"Black eye susans." I say automatically. Then, I turned back to my collection of firewood.
There was something in the distance. Something unnatural.
"Hey, Penn..."
"Wha?"
But I was already walking, and picking up speed, towards the thing in the distance.
What could it be?
From here it looks like a map, though it could be a trap. Hmm... Paper.. Could it be a lost cat poster?
I finally am in front of it. None of the above...
It looks like a terrible drawing.
On paper,
Not notebook.
But...
I stared, dread filling up within me to the overflow.
The page hunt.. I believe.. Has begun.
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There.In.That.House <a creepypasta survival story>
DiversosWhen Aubrey, known by his friends as 'Merry,' and his other homeless buddies got together, they all (or most of them) decided to make shelter in an old abandoned house in the well known Wisconsin wilderness. With some trouble, they get the house tog...
