Creepy pasta: Iris and creepy pasta

Run away

There was my escape plan.

Iris pov

It was now getting dark and I hadn't done much for the whole day. I figured out my plan, played with Sally, ate lunch, talked to Slendy, played games with BEN and walked Smile around the forest.

Everyone had had their supper and were sitting in the lounge. I walked up to my room and sat in there by myself. I lay on my bed trying to decide what time I should try and leave. not try. succeed.

I picked up my phone from the floor and put some music on. loud enough to drown any unwanted noise out. I started playing crucify me by bring me the horizon.

I loved music. It's what's been keeping me alive for all these years. I was lying on my bed thinking about the music and lyrics.

There is a hell believe me I've seen it

I laughed when I heard that. 'This is hell and believe me I'm in it' I thought.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. I could only just hear it and I went to my door to see Jeff. Great he's going to tell me to turn it down.

'Hey' he said whilst leaning on the door frame.

'Hi' I replied shyly. I didn't want to look at him. I always got a weird feeling when we made eye contact.

'Mind if I come in?' he asked

I snapped my head up far too quickly and cause whip lash. I rubbed my neck hoping he didn't notice.

'Uh yeah, sure' I said.

He walked past me and lay down onto my bed.

'Can you turn the music down?' he asked not even looking at me. he kept staring at the ceiling.

'Sure' I said and sat on my bed and picked up my phone and turned the music down to a faint back ground noise.

'Lay down with me.' he ordered. it took me a few seconds to process what he said; I just looked at him with a confused face.

'Lay down with me.' He repeated.

I lay down next to him with a bit of space between us. The silence was awkward for me but probably nice for him. I turned to look at him, to take in his actual appearance.

He had pale skin what looked hurt but soft, his black hair was shiny and went to about the end of his neck almost touching his shoulders. His black hair was shaggy and some of it covered his eyes. His eyes we black and around them looked like he put black eye liner on but I soon learned that his eyes were burnt. he didn't have much of his eye lids left but still enough to blink or shut them. The weirdest part about him was his smile. his real lips were thin, chapped and pale but his ever lasting smile creeped me out. It reached his cheek bones and it got thinner the further it was up his face.

I realised I was staring far too long and I turned my head back to look at the ceiling.

'How are you?' I asked randomly

'I'm alright, and yourself?' He laughed, probably how stupid I sound.

'I'm ok.'

'No you're not.' he said simply 'you want to go home'

I turned over in shock. what do I say? He knows!

'Um' I waited a few seconds thinking 'no I don't, my home is terrible'

'Why were you looking at your room today then?'

'It's a free country?' it sounded more like a question than a statement.