A Different Girl

A Talk From Slenderman

As Jeff walked back home he couldn't stop thinking at all about her. ' She's so pretty... and she's not even scared of me! That's awesome! whoa whoa Jeff... she's just a girl. You were supposed to kill her. Ugh..' he sighs and shakes his head.

He yawns and opened the door where every creepy pasta lives. He walks pass everyone and didn't say a word but some got suspicious. No new blood on his white hoodie. How could he have forgotten about that!? Jeff started to freak out, he walks fast into his room. He closes the door and locks it.

When he looked up he yelps in surprise, Slenderman was right in front of him. Arms crossed, " So, you didn't kill her? " he said coldly. Luckily he had no face, so no one could see how angry he was. Jeff gulps, " Well.. um.. uh.." he tried to think of an excuse. But he knew that it wouldn't be so simple and that Slenderman would never believe him. He sighed, " Yea.. I didn't kill her. So what? What are you gonna do hm? "

Slenderman growls deeply, " Don't test me Jeff... you know very well I can kill you fast. I have the advantage. " Jeff sighed and unlocked the door and opened it," Out. " he said.

Slenderman slams the door with his hand making it close. " Listen Jeff, you better kill her. That was what you were planning to do so do it! "

Jeff stares at him in anger, " Or what!? " his hands turn into fists. His knife in his hoodie pocket.

Slenderman chuckles darkly, sending cold shiver down the spine into anyone. " If you don't kill her Jeff, You're no longer staying here. We kill people, that's what we do. That's what we are good at, if you don't kill her then people will think that we are weak. That we are something not to be afraid of. We are fear, we are the creepypastas. So tomorrow you will kill her." He leaves Jeff's room.

Jeff was shocked, he didn't expect this from anyone. Though he should have seen it coming. He sighed and rubs his head, running his hand through his black hair. He sat down, he touched his chest. He felt weird, ' What is this emotion? Sadness?' He thought very confused.

Why was he sad? Was he sad that he had to kill the only person that didn't scream or seem scared of him at first? He shakes his head, ' It will go away tomorrow.' He thought again and took out his knife setting it on his nightstand. Then takes off his hoodie and shirt.

He laid down on his bed, ' She's just one person, what could she possibly do to me?' He slowly drifted off into sleep. His thoughts on her and that's where his dream went. A fantasy about or with her.

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Sorry it's short