The Mansion (A creepypasta story)

Peter's Story Continued

(In the last chapter.... We took the mystic elevator down to the gymnasium in the basement where the last zombie was. Lil' Sis's eyes widened in fear as she saw...)

"... Mom's dead body, or at least the remains of it, shoved in a corner along with the zombie feasting on it. She hugged me close, crying silently into my white, bloodstained shirt. That thing noticed us after a few minutes. It started to advance o-"

"Old Man Peter, are you almost done yet? I'm really hungry.", My friend Gage, cut him off and everyone groaned. Gage is one of my only friends that isn't some psychotic killer, A.K.A. creepypatsa. I managed to become one a few years back but, Gage has no idea although he does ask why I always hang out with scary looking people. I tell him that we've been doing cosplay.

"Shut up, Dude! Have some respect!", I scolded him while giving him a death stare and my other friends followed in suit.

"Sheesh, I'm just sayin'. You know how long his stories take.", He said throwing up his hands defensively.

I sighed, "Please continue Mr. Akimoto." Gage opened his mouth to retort but he shut it as soon as I glared at him once more.

"It started advancing on us when Lil' Sis handed me her dagger before hiding behind me,", Peter said as though Gage hadn't interrupted, "The zombie was about three feet away. It smelled like rotten garbage that has been cooking in the sun. I stared into it's empty sockets and it stopped. 'You shouldn't have done that!' I screamed. I let tears run down my face as I charged at it. The zombie just stood there, dumbfounded, as I cut off its arm, 'That's for Mom' I yelled. I chopped off its other arm, 'And that's for Jimmy!'. I spun around ignoring the awful stench. I kicked it in the back and it fell over unable to get up. 'And this is for the rest of your sins, you demon!' I spat letting the tears flow even harder as I stabbed the zombie over and over until my sister ran over crying. 'Peter! Peter, it's okay now. It's dead.', she said. I nodded and we ran upstairs and pushed on the front doors. They let out a groan while only moving an inch forward. Lil' Sis and I slammed against it again and again, each time making the doors move forward a bit more. We gave them one last heave and they gave away to the light of day. We ran down the hill crying with tears of joy. When we got back home, our neighbors looked at us with fear and confusion. One of them walked up and said, 'We were all told that your family was dead. Are you ghosts?', he asked tilting his head slightly. My sister and I just laughed and shook our heads. I raised my Lil' Sis on my own since neither of us wanted to go to an orphanage. And here I am today.", Peter concluded his story and gave us a look that said he was hiding something. "Promise me, children, that you will never go into that mansion."

"Promise", we all said in perfect sync.

"Where's y-*tic*your sister?", my friend, Toby, asked in total curiosity. I could see that he didn't mean any harm whatsoever. Peter dropped his head and wheeled his wheelchair back into his dusty, old, light brown house.

"Well, that was an... interesting... story.", Jeff said.

A/N okay, I know this chapter is really long but, hey, it was worth it cuz I finally brought in the pastas! Just because I feel like it, I will be doing an ask the author sort of thing. You ask me questions and I'll answer them to the best of my ability.