When YouTubers Come Out to Play [DISCONTINUED]

3- Susan

Phil's room was very nice looking, and very clean. I felt almost like I was invading his privacy, but all thoughts vanished as I hit the pillow. Sleep felt good.

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I woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat. I stared at the wall I was facing, occasionally shifting my gaze to something else, like the camera that was pointed towards the bed. I heard footsteps outside in the hallway. Dan must have finally gotten up to go to bed.

I pulled the duvet back over my head and tried to go back to sleep. I thought about nonsensical things. Why did Dan have a square mug? The houseplants were all shriveled and brown. Phil had told me they probably were; Dan was as bad at remembering to water them as Phil was.

I gave up on all hope of sleeping and went into the kitchen to get something to drink. I opened the glass door and pulled down a Hello Kitty mug. "That's a lot of mugs," I muttered, filling Hello Kitty with water. As I leaned on the counter and sipped my water, my thoughts turned to Dan. He was very tall, and his curly hair was kind of attractive. Not that I was paying any attention to that. I definitely approved of his black t-shirt, but the shorts were an interesting choice, seeing as it was pretty chilly outside.

The clock on the microwave said it was 1:40am when I left the kitchen. I walked back to Phil's room and lay on his bed, trying to sleep.

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I was woken up when something hard hit my back. Then something heavy fell on top of me, swearing profusely.

"Susan, what the frick? Why are you in the hallway outside my door?" Dan said.

I pulled Phil's duvet off the top of my head and looked at him. His hair was messier than yesterday, and he was very shocked to be lying on top of me. "I don't know. Last thing I remember I was in Phil's bed."

"Well apparently you sleep walk or something.

"Sorry," I offered.

"No, its my fault. I should've looked where I was going." Dan climbed off of me, and offered his hand to pull me up. I took it.

"So, did you find out anything from your research last night?" I asked, swatting my long hair out of my eyes.

"Yeah. According to WikiHow, you can't beat the game." He sighed.

"What do you mean you can't beat the game? Everything has to end!"

"It does end. In your death." He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "The object of Slender: The Eight Pages is to find eight pictures. The different places I read said that each time you get a page, Slenderman gets closer. If you manage to get all eight pages before he catches you, you've 'won,' but Slenderman still kills you."

I stared at Dan for a minute. He stared back. "Do you want breakfast?" I suddenly asked. "I'm famished, don't know about you."

Dan laughed. "I'd love some. All we have is cereal, though."

"I can't remember the last time I just had cereal," I said, heading towards the kitchen.

"You're never going to stop the amnesia jokes, are you?"

"Nope."

We each fixed a bowl of cereal before going to the lounge. Dan only handed over his cereal after I'd begged for a minute. It was only a few days being away from that place and I was joking and smiling. Something told me I hadn't done that in a long time.