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

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:flashback:
Jennifer was always outside at the time, so she was always able to see it, especially at her younger cousins' farm house, where it would set under the mound in the distance. She had tooken the boys out this time, so they could see it too.
"See Auby? Cody? Isn't the sunset pretty?"
She would get a happy response from Aubrey, but Cody would just stare into it, saying nothing.
She had always noticed Cody was different from the rest of his family. If his shaggy, brunette hair that cover his left eye wasn't enough, his personality pointed it out.
He was not shy, but Cody avoided all other family members, except Aubrey. He got especially quiet by his father, even Aubrey gets nervous when his father was in range. Jennifer never quite got why...
"See that? Now when you two grow up, you'll both get some girlfriends as pretty as that, ehh, Cody?"
Aubrey would groan, though on the inside he was laughing, Cody would smile knowingly, though probably no one heard him whisper
"Though I might not see the day...

:end le flashback. Thank you, thank you. Much applause.:

Jenn was so nice, I can't believe I forgot that day. I looked back at Penny, and together we walked back to the house, in awkward silence of the new news. It was also time to retreat to the house for the night.As we walked back, she had took hold of my hand.

I pretended I didn't notice.

The next morning, while searching the fridge, we discovered something.We were..again.. Low on food, or we needed meat or something, so Penn sent me to slaughter a deer and bring it back.

It sounded nuts, but I walked off into the woods and went to search for a deer. Walking through the woods, I had time to think.

Perhaps we are getting the deer for more meat in the house, as so we could fortify ourselves? But it seems they could easily get into the house, so so much for that plan. I was personally thinking we should make a run for it, to Wolf's, perhaps. He has all those rifles and things, not to mention his hospitality. I think my idea is more sturdy, so to say, unless Penn likes the old house that much...

I made it to the stream, then crouched down.

A buck had made its way there, where it drank peacefully from the stream. I slowly approached it...

Then all of a sudden, there was a blur of something humanoid slamming into the deer. The buck screamed in pain, and collapsed from the weight.

I quickly retreated to a nearby shrub. The figure now got up and brushed herself off. In her right hand, she had a large pair of scissors, dripping in deer blood.

Her mask was white and knit, with two button eyes. When she removed her mask to adjust her fiery, red hair...