Chapter 19

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...Life at Creepypasta Mansion...

Chapter 19.

~Jane's Point Of View~

Jeff continued to shuffle names, ask pointless questions and give pathetic dares.

"Ooooh! Erica, here's a cute one, who is your current crush?"

He stared at Erica with evil eyes, mocking her with his mind. I wanted to punch him so hard right now, but I've lived him him long enough to restrain myself. More than once. He was my worst enemy, after all.

"U-um, well...uh... This game is boring and stupid!" Erica concluded. Perfect answer.

"You're right," I agreed, "let's do something else."

"Seven Minutes in Heaven!" suggested Jeff.

"NO!"

"Pleeeeeeease?" He pleaded, making puppy dog eyes at all of us.

"Fiiiiine, whatever," I said.

"Good! Okay, guys, put something in the bag."

"We know how to play..." stated E.J

"A-are you sure this is a good i-idea? This c-could end badly," said Masky.

"Just put something in the bag."

"But-"

"JUST DO IT!"

~FIVE MINUTES LATER~

Every boy had put something in Jeff's bag, something which everyone knew was theirs. Clovey beat me at rock-paper-scissors, Erica beat Clovey, Sapphire beat Erica and Scarlet remained undefeated, which put me at the bottom of the ladder, making me first in line for a Seven Minutes in Heaven.

"Sucked in," muttered Sapphire under her breath.

"Was that really necessary? No, no it wasn't." I replied, burying my hand in the small, brown burlap bag.

"Please don't be Ben... He makes me play video games," I pleaded.

When I pulled out her hand, it was in a fist.

"I bet it's Ben," said Sapphire."

"Shut up!" I snapped, unclenching my fist slowly, to reveal a silver ring with a black and gold stone embedded in the silver.

Jeff's smile immediately disappeared when he saw the ring.

"Jeff..." I said, "Don't tell me this is yours."

"Okay, I won't."

"It's yours, isn't it?"

"Yep."

"Damn."

Jeff walked upstairs and turned right, into an empty broom closet.

"Best of luck," said Clovey.

"D-don't kill each other," said Masky.

"No promises, Masky!" I called back as a walked slowly up the stairs, taking as much time as I could.

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