Zack [ Creepypasta ]

Chapter One - "Who are you?"

( Zack's POV )

It was midnight when I looked at my watch. I closed the History textbook I was reading, I got a big test on History tomorrow. I need to know something. I sighed and stood up to close my light switch to go to sleep.

Then, I heard a sound of something moving downstairs, it sounded like footsteps, I don't know how I'm able to hear it because it was very faint. I brushed off the negative thoughts that started to fill in my head. It was probably just Mom making coffee, she sometimes stays up late to do her work in the study room.

I lied on my bed and pulled the covers to warm myself. I hope I remember what I had studied for tomorrow's test. Dad will kill me if I get a C again. Not to brag but I get good grades but I'm running slow and Dad was furious when he saw that I got a C on my last History test. So I better work up that grade.
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BANG!

I immediately rosed from my bed and looked around my room. What the hell was that? I looked at my watch and saw that it was 2 in the morning. Who the hell would be awake at 2 in the damn morning?

Fuck, maybe there's someone trying to get in the house. I need to get to mom.

I tip-toed to the door. I opened it and saw the most frighthening thing in the whole world.

It was Otis. Our dog. God, I hate this dog. "Damn, was that you Otis?" It barked fiercely and ran away from me.

What a weird dog.

I went to my parents' bedroom to check if they're alright. I saw my dad snuggling with my mom and I sighed im relief.

BANG!

Umm, okay. So, it wasn't Otis. I walked slowly downstairs to the kitchen to find mom's fine chinas on floor, broken to bits. "Hello."

I did not say that. I turned around and saw a boy, he was.. he was 'smiling'? Actually, his smile is carved. Literally. He had pale skin and I can tell that he does not have any eyelids. How the heck can he sleep?

"Um, Hi.." I trailed off. He lets out a creepy laugh. "Who are you?" I asked. You know, I must be crazy, trying to make a conversation with this guy. I even wished I was mute.

"Jeff. Jeff the Killer." Jeff? Jeff the fucking Killer is in my house and I am talking to him? I am totally out of my mind! "Seriously?" God damn it! Of course, he is! Stop talking, you stupid mouth.

"Positive. I want to ask you a question." He says in a low voice. "Sure thing, man." The fuck am I saying? STOP TALKING, OH MY GOD.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" He asked, looking at me straight into my soul.. Okay, that was dramatic.

I looked at him from head to toe. To be honest, he doesn't look that bad. He would look presentable if he had eyelids. I'm seriously okay with his carved smile, it totally fits him!

"Yeah, you look beautiful. I'm not even joking." I said. He looked shocked but didn't say anything.

We stared at eachother for a couple of minutes.

"So, was it necessary to break my mom's stuff?" I asked, trying to make another conversation. He looks at me in disbelief and groans.

"Why the fuck aren't you scared of me?" He asked, obviously angry. I can't be scared of him, I can't be terrified of those cute hair bangs. "Because you're so cute. I like your hair." I said as I stepped closer to him to touch his hair.

He pushes me back on the kitchen counter. "Go to sleep." He whispers. I giggled and nodded my head. "You were supposed to scream." He said in stressed tone.

"Why the hell would I scream?" I asked, really curious. "Because you're horrified seeing me!" He yells-whispers to my face.

"But I'm not scared!" I whined and pouted at him. Playing with Jeff is fun! And cute! I don't why people are so scared of him!

"I'm going to kill you.." He whispers evilly. He smirks and takes out a butcher knife."But we had a great conversation. Do you hate me?" I asked while pouting cutely, I hope.

He looks hard at me and shakes his head.

"That's it! You're coming with me!" He yells angrily. "To where, Jeff?" I asked as he picks me up bridal style.

"Oh, shut up!" He says as he carries me into a forest near the neighbourhood. He's so cute when he's mad.
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We arrived at a really, really big mansion. It could fit a town full of people. I'm not even kidding you right now.

"Where are we, Jeff?" I asked and his body shooked dangerously. "Stop acting like we're friends!" He yells at me. I winced at the tone of his voice and stepped back and looked on the stone floor. "Sorry." I muttered quietly.

"We're at the Slender mansion." He says after the sad silence. It really wasn't a slender mansion, if you get what I mean.. I have no friends!

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, hoping he won't scream at me this time. "Because you made me mad." He simplified.

"I'm sorry for making you mad." I apologised. He sighs. "This never happens." He mumbles. "Anything could happen!" I said and smiled widely at Jeff.

"You're insane, kid." He says to me. I smiled and followed Jeff into the mansion. "Thanks for the compliment, Jeff!" He groans.

"Slender Mansion, is it The Slenderman's house?" He nods his head and named all the people who lived in the mansion including him.

"You should be scared back there." He said. "I'm not easily scared, Jeff." I replied. "That's the problem." He says.

"Why didn't you just killed me?" I asked.

"You want to die?" He answered me with another question. "Not really. I don't know actually."

"Are you afraid of blood? Are you afraid to kill someone?" He asked. "No and no." I said.

"You're perfect. Ever dreamt of joining the Creepypastas?"
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YAY CHAPTER ONE! What do you guys think? Should I continue the story? Bc I don't know.

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