Life at Creepypasta Mansion

Chapter 20

...Life at Creepypasta Mansion...

Chapter 20.

~Jeff's Point Of View~

As I waited in the small closet, with my arms crossed, I heard gentle footsteps approaching the door.

"Oh, I forgot something!" Jane said, running back downstairs.

"What?" asked E.J.

"My knife!"

Well, I couldn't blame her. I brought mine.

The door opened, letting light spill into the tiny room. I made a hissing sound, covering my eyes with my hands.

"Seriously?" commented Jane, sarcastically, "Are you seriously melting?"

"Are you seriously that revolting?"

"Oh, shut up! I could hit you with comebacks all day, so I suggest you stop here!"

"Just shut the damn door."

"Ugh," said Jane, turning to close the door, "happy?"

"No."

"Well too bad."

"Jane, could you just shut up? Lets get through the seven minutes without shoving a blade down each other's throats. Whataya say?"

"No promises," she replied, "is what I say. You know, sometimes I wish you were really melting."

I pulled my knife out from behind me and pressed it against Jane's neck. She didn't even react. I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "I never chose to be locked in this closet with you, so try and make my job easier by keeping your big mouth SHUT!"

"Hey! YOU wanted this play this game! it was YOUR idea! And, what job?!"

"Not stabbing this knife though your damn neck!"

Jane grabbed my shoulders and rammed me into the other wall.

"I THINK I'M HAVING AS HARD OF A TIME AS YOU ARE!"

~Erica's Point Of View~

While Jeff and Jane were locked in the closet, the rest of us remained in the living room, keeping track of time. After about three minutes the screaming started.

"Oh dear, Masky, should we get them out?"

"I think so."

Masky and I sprinted upstairs and practically yanked the closet door off it's hinges. What we saw in the closet was not very surprising.

Jane was lying on the floor, underneath Jeff, who had his knife ready.

Masky sighed and knelt down beside Jane. He leaned towards Jeff and took the knife out of his hand.

"Jeff, not today."

Masky stood up, and folded his arms. Jeff, as slow as possible, drew his gaze to Masky, and started laughing softly.