"So, how're the others doing?" I asked Jack. "Oh, they're... alright. It was better when you were with us, because you could stop all of the arguments, but soon we'll all be back on track!" He responded. I glanced back at him and saw that he was thinking. His smile was really nice. I turned back to the front and sighed. "I don't really remember anything... can you tell me what exactly happened?" "Well, there were these weird things that we thought were giant chickens, but then we saw that they were actually men with guns. You told them to get out and put up a good fight, but then one of them hit you in the face with his gun butt, and you fell and hit your head hard on the ground." "Oh. That's why I remember monsters, probably." "We're here!" He pushed me over to the front steps. "Oh. This may be a slight problem. I'll just have to carry you in!" He came over to me and scooped me up out of the wheelchair. I could feel my face become hot as he looked down at me. I covered my cheeks with my sleeves. "The others will be so happy to see you!" He beamed down on me and we smiled together. Jack grabbed my wheelchair and we went inside. It was pitch black. I heard him put my wheelchair down and felt myself being put back into it. "Guys! Rosie's home!" Jack shouted. The lights blasted back on and everyone paraded down the stairs. "WELCOME HOME, ROSALYNN!" Everyone chimed. I felt my smile grow. "Thanks, guys! I missed all of you, even if I can't really remember exactly what happened... also, I'll need all of you to come up to me and say your names. I can't remember who's who." They all just smiled and nodded in response. Kinda creepy, but nothing I wasn't used to. "There's cake on the table over there, along with some punch. Oh, and I'm Jeff." "Nice to meet you. Again. I think." He laughed. "You too." Jack and I went to the snack table and got some pretzels and chips. I looked over to the others and they waved at me. I waved back and looked at Jack. He was staring into the punch bowl, so I poked him and he flipped it over. It was all over his shirt. "...Oops. WELP, I'm gonna go get cleaned up." He said while sliding to the stairs. "Weirdo!" I called to him. He stuck out his tongue. I suddenly remembered the Creepypasta Jack and became a bit saddened. Was it all really a dream, when it felt so real?
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Laughing Jack
HorrorRosalynn was having a normal week until her neighbors started screaming... I wonder what's happening? MADE BY ASHLEY This story was made in like 2015, please forgive any awkward choices.
