"JACK!" Phoebe screamed from her room. Jack had bolted, and I soon followed. I walked into Phoebe's room to find her gone, and the window open. "What the hell? I thought we were the only ones who use the windows." I say, looking away. "Oh god they did this." I looked at him with my head cocked. "Uhm, who is this 'they' you speak of?" He looked at me. "The others. Like me." I opened my mouth but he interrupted. "We're called Creepypastas and we kill people for pleasure or for food." I nodded in understanding. "Why do you kill?" "It's a mix of both I guess." I nodded and walked out into the kitchen. "Alrighty then. Are we gonna go find your girlfriend or what Jack?" He shot me a look. "Why the hell do you care about her?" "She's my friend, Jack. Now do you want help to get her back or no?" "I want to save her, but you'll just be an add on, not help." I nodded and looked for a good kitchen knife
