Creepypasta House

The Past Is What Makes Us

   Bubbles: Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank you all for reading this book. It sucks and it's my first but I still get support. Thank you and enjoy this weeks chapter!

--------------------------------Start of Chapter. Jeff's POV---------------------------------

    "Ugh..." I sigh. After my last kill I ended up soaking my sweatshirt in blood. Just great. "This is just perfect..."

    I walk into the mansion and head up the stairs. I open my door and stop. I make eye contact with Meg. She's sitting on my bed, holding the picture.

  "You little!" I yell and grab it out of her hands. She jumps backwards and hits the wall. "What... What did you see....?"

    "I...." I can tell I startled her. "I saw a family... Who are they?"

    "Were. Who were they..." I correct her, sighing. I sit on the bed and hand the picture back to her. She looks at me, unconvinced, but then takes it.

    "Well, who were they then?" She questions me. I rub my head and look over to the closet.

    "My family..." I say, after a while. She looks at me, startled. Everyone here, including her, know how most of us CPs don't like talking about our past. "They were my family..."

   "Were they...." She starts. Thinking for a while, she looks at the picture again. "Were they murdered in front of your eyes too?"

    "Huh?" I look at her, confused. Her face instantly turns a deep shade of red. "Murdered... in front of my eyes... too?"

    "Nothing!" She grins, nervously. "Did they not die?"

   "No... They died...." I glance at the picture. "I killed them..."

   "Excuse me!?!?" She jumps up from the bed.

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    Jeff looks at the picture and frowns. "I killed them..."

    "Excuse me!?!?" I jump up, scared. "You... killed your own family?"

   "Yes." He stares at me. (He can't really blink. I guess he'd have to stare...) "I did."

    "W-Why?" I shake my head. "Why would you?"

   "I don't wanna talk about it."

    "Oh." I look at the picture again. "Did you have two brothers?"

   "No. Just one. That's me." He points to the the older boy. "Before.... this" He gestures to himself, smirking.

   "Who're they then?" I cock my head, confused.

   "That's my dad..." He points to the older man. He points to the older woman next. "That's my mom..."

   "Is that your brother?" I gesture to the younger boy. "What's his name?"

   "Liu." He suddenly gets up. "I'm.... gonna go." He walks out of the room quickly.

   "Do all the CPs have a dark past?" I mumble to myself. "I guess... They all are.... killers and insane freaks...."

    I sit on the bed and just stare at the wall, thinking. The door opens and Jeff comes back in holding a bottle. He takes a drink from it and sits back down.

    "Are you drinking alcohol?" I look at him, disgusted.

    "What? Did you want some?" He looks at me, confused.

    "Eww!" I scoot away from him. He just laughs and takes another sip. "I'm not even old enough to drink!"

    "So?" He shrugs. Then he looks at me, serious. "Now. I told you a bit of my past. I wanna know some of yours."    

   "Uh...." I blush. I turn to look at him and he's right in my face. "Ah!" I jump backwards and he laughs.

   "Tell me. Or...." He holds up the bottle and shakes it a bit. He'll make me drink.

   "Fine. I'll tell you only a little though." I frown. "All I'll say is that my mom died in a car accident and my dad was murdered in front of my eyes."

   "Woah..." He slowly shakes his head. "Who would do that? At least kill the kid too...."

    "Shut up." I glare at him.

    "Wait. Who were you living with then?"

    "My stepmom. My parents divorced when I was five." I shrug.

    "Hmm." He looks at me and smirks. "You didn't tell me much though. Take a sip, loser."

-----------------------------------Author's Note-----------------------------------------

     Bubbles: Hey everybody. Just wanna say one thing. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO DRINK!!!! It is super bad for you. I just made Jeff drink because.... You'll see.

     Jeff: What're you gonna do?

    Bubbles: Like I said. You'll see. Anyway. Have a cupcake and keep dreaming.

     Meg: He better not kiss me...