At the party, you meet this clownish dude who has a great sense of humor. He can make you laugh by saying just about anything. Even when he says uh oh when I come over to you two with a mischievous look on my face. "We're playing a game," I say. "Oh a game," L.J says. As if he was thinking I had something more horrifying planned. "We're playing seven minutes," I say. L.J bursts out laughing. "And our guest is choosing first," I say with a glare. He stops laughing. Your eyes widen. "Alright, choose an item," I say, holding the hat up to your face. You reach in, feel something like a... rubix cube? "woo hoo!" You hear L.J and watch him pump his fist into the air, and assume the cube is his. This is gonna be a fun seven minutes, you think.
He drags you to the closet, slamming the door behind you. "The door is my job," you hear me mutter from outside. L.J goes down on you like a starved dog. You let him. You like any guy who can make you laugh. Much too soon, the seven minutes are up, and I knock on the closet door. I hear banging and crashing from the inside, so I say, "I'll just come back later then, right? Maybe tomorrow morning."
YOU ARE READING
Creepypasta 7 minutes in heaven
FanficHey! Thanks for reading fellow reader! If you have a story you want me to read, send me a link. I promise I will get the time to read it! Thanks. This isn't mine I do not take credit. It belongs to https://www.quotev.com/HoheoTaralnaRonderoTarel ...
