Creepypasta ramblings

A life crisis with murderurs

Ashley and Andrea sit on the couch watching a movie because Ashley can't even stand on her own yet. "Hey, where's Hoodie?" Andrea asks. "I still need to thank him." A few minutes later the door opens and Hoodie walks in. He's covered in blood. "W...what d...did you d...do?" Ashley asks. Hoodie smirks at the girls. "I took care of it." "Took care of what?" Andrea asks. "Her mother." he replies. When Andrea sees Ashley frown instead of smile she gets worried. "What's wrong with you? You just asked me to kill her and now you're like this." "I'm fine." Ashley says, walking out of the room even though it causes extreme pain. Andrea follows her outside. "Why are you upset, Ash?" "It's not because she's dead, i did ask for it but i dunno, Hoodie doing it... He likes me and I think I might like him but that made me realize what he really is, what these people really are. I guess it kinda scares me too." Andrea noticed Hoodie frowning at the door. "He's upset now, you should talk to him about it." Andrea tells her. "I can't. I'm gonna go to bed." Ashley stumbles inside, forgetting to hide the pain from her friends. When she almost reaches the stairs, she stops to take a break. Suddenly, Hoodie picks her up and carries her upstairs. He takes her into a different room than Toby's and puts her on the bed. "Why did you take me here? Who's room is this even?" "Mine." he says, putting a blanket over her. "But I don't-" "Just go to bed." he cuts her off. Then he walks out of the room.
Andrea's POV
I watched as Hoodie took Ashley to his room. I stood there waiting for him to come back out. He did. "She's not mad that you killed the bitch, she's just emotionally conflicted right now." He nodded at that, still looking like a stabbed puppy. "I'll make some cheesecake." he ran down stairs looking so pleased with himself. "Why is that the only other thing that brightens his mood, besides killing." i sighed, walking to the kitchen to make a cheesecake.
"This is why i lied to her for these 3 months." I groaned into a pillow. "She'd immediately ask me if you were the bloody painter, and then point out that i'm not dead. Then for proof i'd drag her here. I'm an idiot." I was at my mental limit, I just couldn't comprehend half of this anymore. "Andrea, love, your guilt is gnawing at your conscious. This happened with the plastic bitch..." "She deserved that" "But you're just feeling it so much more now as it's your best friend." Helen was gently trying to sooth me. "I know but it's not like i can just dismiss the fact that she's going through one of her weird periods here. I feel like she's going to question herself into a corner and the poof." the room went silent. "This isn't the time to be thinking like that. Heck there never should be a time with you. If you want we could keep an extra close eye on her, untill your uneasiness shies away." "Oh Helen please do that if you can, i'd feel so much better." i hugged him, feeling relieved that I wouldn't have to start my insomniac streak back up "You're welcome, now i'd like to breath." I released him and layed back down on my bed. "Now i'm staying with you until you fall asleep." "That's fine by me."