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Chapter 24: Sleepover

(F,n) POV

Adrien and I walked back to the park quietly. Questions I left unanswered were stuck in my head, but I felt that I would slap him if I got all of them out. Anger and frustration just does that to you sometimes. It's just that... I feel like something bad gonna happen later. Adrien was on his phone again, so I had to help lead him so he doesn't, you know, bump into anything. Why is he on his phone so much anyway? I've never actually seen him go on his phone until today.

I'll question him later. Soon, my small line of vision saw phone lights, and four of them. Excitedly, I grabbed Adrien's hand and started running. I didn't look behind me, cause it was dark and my house was unlocked, I think. Either way, I should hurry. I heard them call our names, and I shouted back, earning a yell from a house close by. Whoops. Hopefully that was the bad feeling in my stomach.

~Timeskip~

Now, the six of us were at my house. Thankfully, I wasn't robbed or anything. What's this feeling in my stomach then? I looked at the group, and I glared a bit at Adrien as he blushed a bit, remembering the last time he was here. Tch. I still have to get him back. I felt my face warm up a bit thinking about how Adrien asked me out. That boy confuses me. He makes me hate him and love him all at once.

"Um... Cryst- (F,n)? Earth to (F,n)?"

I got out of my brain, and Alya was waving her hand in my face. Oh right, the sleepover. I laughed sheepishly and walked father into the house. I gestured them to follow, and went to the guest room. I asked them to wait a bit, and opened the door, peeking inside of the supposedly empty room. As usual, it was empty. Good. Actually, horrible. What's the horrible thing that's gonna happen? Stupid me. Don't forget your friends are here.

"Ok guys, this is where the boys will sleep. There's two beds, but I have sleeping bags, so choose who sleeps where. Set your stuff down quickly and we'll go to my room. Alya, Marionette. You guys are sleeping in my room."

I got out of the way to let them in, holding in my breathe for some reason. The queasy feeling something was gonna happen didn't go away. Nervously, my eyes darted around my barren hallway. Marionette and Alya were behind me talking and waiting for the boys to finish setting their stuff down. I caught nothing. Everything seemed normal. Shit. Okay, maybe I should calm down. Nothing's gonna happen.

~Timeskip~

Everyone set there stuff down and sat in a circle in my room on pillows. The lights were off and I had built a circle of candles in the middle of us. The creepy atmosphere was perfect for scary stories. I held a flashlight in my hand, grinning evilly. Marionette had a pillow in her hands, and so did Nathaniel. Phobia and I came to an agreement to scare everyone so she could have some dinner.

"So there was a babysitter and a little girl. The babysitter had tucked the little girl in bed, and went to the living room to wait for her parents."

I paused for dramatic effect.

"Five minutes later, the little girl came running and screaming to her babysitter. When the babysitter asked what was wrong, the little girl responded saying there was a scary clown statue in her room."

When I paused, it was dead silent.

"The babysitter tucked the little girl in bed again, and promised the little girl she was going to move the creepy clown, which was in the corner of the girl's room. Closing the door behind her, the babysitter called the little girl's parents. She asked if she could move the clown somewhere else. The parents said that they didn't have a clown statue."

I paused again, and Nathaniel was hugging the pillow tighter. Cinnamon roll.

"The baby sitter hung up, and then heard a deep, dark laugh from the little girl's room. But when she opened the door, the bed was already soaked in blood, intestines coiled around a barely recognizable little girl, and guts splattered against the wall. The clown statue was gone."

I put my hands behind my back, making a peace sign behind me, to Phobia. That was the signal. Alya was laughing, saying it wasn't that scary. Hehe. Just wait. I heard Nathaniel scream into the pillow, backing up.

"C-CLOWN STATUE!!!"

Everyone else and I looked behind me, and there was a creepy clown statue in the corner of the room. Adrien laughed.

"(F,n)... You really wanted to scare us huh? Good try."

I did my best to act, which is pretty good.

"I don't have a clown statue... Did someone else randomly bring it?"

Marionette nervously laughed.

"Stop lying (F,n)... You could put the statue away now."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"But I really don't have a clown statue! I'm serious!"

A deep, evil laugh resonated within the room. I went to Adrien and held his hand quietly. His hands were sorta clammy. The candles blew themselves out, making the room a dark abyss. A bit hesitantly, I let go of Adrien's hand, wanting the scare to go further. I walked quietly to Phobia, or rather, she flew to me. I whispered my idea to her and she giggled, then hid me with an illusion. She created a clone of me, looking dead. Fake blood was on the walls, and it looked like I was stabbed. I feel so evil.

Perfect.

Phobia lit up the candles again and locked the doors, creating a sound proof barrier around my house. Oh Phobia, you're so awesome. I heard everyone screaming at "my dead body." It was really funny. I wonder when they'll figure out that the fake blood was just ketchup. Why would they taste blood? I don't know but it might happen.

Everyone was crying basically now, and I think Phobia had a pretty good dinner, so she made the deep evil laugh again and blacked out the room, causing more screams. She cleared everything up, made me visible, and turned on the lights, putting away the candles. I pretended like nothing happened, before the scary stories.

"So how about a scary story? Huh? Why are you guys crying? Are you ok?!?"

Marionette hugged me tightly, followed by Alya, then Adrien, then Nathaniel and Niño. I laughed a bit.

"Did you guys really want to have a sleepover that bad? Wanna hear a story called "The Babysitter and the Clown Statue"?"

In unison, everyone but me screamed 'no.'

"(F,n)... How are you alive?!? You were just on the floor dead!"

I tilted my head at Niño, and looked as confused as possible. I tried not to laugh.

"I died? When? I think I'm still alive."

They all let go, and I laughed.

"Seriously, I'm still alive. What happened to you guys?"

Nathaniel seemed suspicious now.

"The dent is still there."

My eyes widened.

"What dent?"

He pointed to the wall, and there was a small 'N' on the wall. What the...

"Nathan, why did you write on my wall?!?"

He put his hands up in defense.

"I wanted to carve the words never trust clown statues because I always see clowns and it freaks me out ok?"

Sure. I crossed my arms. Sure. I checked the time on my phone, and it was 1:36 in the morning.

"Guys, we have to sleep now. See you in the morning guys!"

Niño muttered how he was supposed to sleep, and I pushed them out, laughing a bit. Nathaniel was the last one to get out, and the most reluctant.

After the boys were out, Alya and Marionette were already in my bed, leaving some space for me. I was at the edge of the bed, and shared a quick wink with Phobia. I told them 'good night', and turned off the lights, and went to sleep feeling the slightest bit guilty.

(A.N. Desole! Je fais parler en francais parce qui Je ne suis pas beau. Desole mes amis! Je besoin de mediciments! Au revoir! Je regarde le readers dans chapter 25!)