Life at Creepypasta Mansion

Chapter 1

...Life at Creepypasta Mansion...

Chapter 1.

Crash! I awoke from my slumber with a racing heart.

"Who's there?!"

"Hoodie! You gave us away!" scolded an unfamiliar voice.

"Well I'm s-sorry but n-ninja-sneaking is Masky's thing, n-not mine!" said another unsure voice. "I'm s-so v-very sorry, Slenderman."

"It's alright, child," said the first voice," but you definitely need extended training. Masky!"

"Yes sir!" said the one I assumed was Masky.

"I'm taking Hoodie back to the mansion, now. You take care of Erica."

I jumped out of bed and basically karate-chopped the light switch and was absolutely astonished at what I saw:

A boy with a black and white mask like the one I saw in Marble Hornets entry 18.

Another boy with a hooded jumper covering his face.

And a tall, faceless man like... Like Slenderman!

"Do not fear us, child, " said the man without a face.

"You said my name was Erica, how did you know?"

"I know many things..." He replied in a hushed tone that made him sound like a gentleman, "And I believe you know who I am."

Suddenly, without warning, long, curling black tendrils snaked their way up the faceless man's back, and spread out around the entire room, which was really quite small, but the sight was still shocking.

"You- you're Slenderman!"

Slenderman's eerie, black tendrils drew back to- to wherever they came from, which I did not know- nor did I want to know.

"Yes, child."

"W-wow! She knows!" said the hooded figure in disbelief, "I wonder if s-she knows me..."

I just stared at the three of them, breathless. Speechless. I wasn't sure what to do. I could've ran away, or notified the police, but instead, I just stood there.

"Hoodie," I said suddenly as I finally regain the ability to speak, " you're Hoodie. And you're Masky!"

Masky's eyes widened as he drew his gaze from my open bedroom window.

"I am," he said as Hoodie chuckled behind me.

"I have to ask," I started, "Why are you here?"

Slenderman ushered me into my armchair, "Well, Erica, may I call you Erica?"

"You may."

"Thankyou, Erica, you see, we understand you have some pictures on you phone. Some pictures you took in the woods. Am I correct?"

"Yes."

"The pictures you took, you were planning to send to the government, yes?"

At this point I happened to be feeling quite light-headed.

"Yes."

"Well, we can't let you do that."

"Why not?"

"I'm sure you've noticed that these pictures contain images of a dog. This dog happens to be Jeff's pet-"

"Wait, Jeff? As in, Jeff the Killer?"

"Yes."

"So, this dog just happens to be... Smile Dog?!"

"Yes."

"And that website, Creepypasta.com, everything posted on it is... real?!

"Yes."

My brain couldn't take much more of this. I fainted.