Life at Creepypasta Mansion

Chapter 2

...Life at Creepypasta Mansion...

Chapter 2.

This time, I was awoken by another unfamiliar voice.

"Erica, are you awake?"

"I am now. Who are you?"

"I'm Jack. Eyeless Jack."

"Wait, the whole Creepypasta thing, that wasn't a dream?"

"Hahahaha... heh... no."

"Okay, I'm still confused. I am going to find answers, and no one is going to stop me."

I jumped out of bed and froze for a moment. I wasn't in my bedroom any more. I was in a rather large room that was painted an extremely deep shade of red.

"My head hurts."

Bounding down the hallway, I paused in front of a very small door, and pressed my ear against it. I could hear music. Sweet, sweet violin music, reverberating around the room. It was so lovely. I wondered to whom this room belonged to...

"You'll find out later," said Slenderman from behind me, making me jump. He took my hand and led me to the dining room.

I couldn't explain what I saw. The entire room was chaos! Jack and a familiar looking boy with blonde hair and green clothes- much like an elf- were playing knuckles over who gets the last piece of garlic bread. I could see Hoodie playfully picking at his steak with a bent fork, while a disturbed-looking kid with jet-black, ashen hair, and pale, pale white complexion, sat in the corner of the dining room, sharpening a knife and lifelessly stabbing the air around him. Everyone in the room looked about my age. Slenderman sat me in the chair next to Hoodie and raised his wine glass, tapping it softly with a teaspoon.

"Attention, attention!" he said.

"Slendy, why you gotta be so formal?" asked Jack.

"For the millionth time, I prefer Slenderman. Anyways, we have a guest, tonight! I hope you make her feel very welcome. This," he said with a gesture towards me, "is Erica."

"Uh," I said, still not knowing what was going on, but going with it anyway, "hi?"

Everyone at the long table stared at me. I felt so vulnerable.

"Hi," said the blonde-haired boy cheerfully, "I'm Ben!"

Somehow, I knew his name was Ben.

"Okay, if you're Ben," I started, "then you're Jeff!" I pointed at the boy in the corner, still sharpening knives.

For a moment, he didn't notice me. Then, he slowly looked up at me and said, "It's rude to point."

"Heh, yeah," said Ben, "that sounds funny coming from you."

"Shut up," said Jeff.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said, shut your face, before I shut it for ya!"

Jeff stood up, dropped the knife sharpener, stomped over to where Ben sat, and stabbed the freshly sharpened knife through the table, inches away from Ben's hand.

I stood up too, "Hey!"

"Helloooooh," said Jeff using a seductive tone, " Are you from Tennessee? 'Cuz you're the-"

"Yeah, yeah. Like I have't heard that one before."

"Yeeeeaaaahhh, but it sounds better when I say it."

"Here we go again..." said Hoodie.

"No, Jeff, no it doesn't."

Wow. Jeff the Killer just flirted with me. I wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or not.

Before Jeff could retaliate, a red and black dog the size if a small bear had bowled him over, causing Jeff to topple sideways.

"Er, I think I know who that is."

The oversized dog after giving its master a massive bruise, bounded up to me and much to my surprise, sat directly in front of my feet. I leant down to scratch its head, thinking it was going to rip my hand off, yet it didn't. It was the exact same dog I had caught in my photograph from the woods.

"Look, Smile likes you," said Ben.

"Yeah, I guess he does."