Creepypasta House

Chapter 1

Hello my name is Layla Miller. I'm about to tell you the story of my life, more specifically how my life changed dramatically. I don't know why it happened to me, because I was no one special. Did you catch that, I said "was". I'm not anymore. I'm wanted everywhere now for murders. But I'm going to fast let me start from the beginning, shall we?

It all started on October 31st. I know, Halloween. I had just gotten off from school and was walking home. Back then my house was only 7 blocks away from school and to avoid being on a crowded bus and having to deal with annoying people, I chose to walk. It was a Friday so I was happy about the weekend. I walk home with my headphones in my ears listening to Antidote By Faith Marie. I hum along, singing the words in my head. Just at the end of the song, I walk into my familiar driveway.

 I take my Ipod out of my pocket and pause my music, I take my headphones out of my ears and wrap them around my Ipod. I take the key out of the side pocket of my backpack and walk up to my door, unlocking it. I walk inside and immediately go to my room and set my bag down. After that I walk into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I stop in my tracks when a note written in my parents handwriting stuck to the fridge catches my eye. I tilt my head to the side and walk towards the fridge, picking up the note. It read.

" Dear Layla,

Your father and I have left to go to see your cousin Avery who's having a baby shower. We both know you wouldn't want to go so we didn't bother to ask, we will be back on Monday. We expect you to be responsible and don't have friends over and take care of yourself. DO NOT FORGET TO FEED FARRA! I mean it Layla you have to be on top of things like that. I have also put a list of 10 chores on the back of this paper that I expect to be done. Other than that we love you very much. Be safe. And don't burn down the house."

I smile at the letter and turn the paper around and read down the list of chores I want to get done as soon as possible, so I can relax the rest of the evening.

1.Vacuum 2.Sweep 3. Mop 4.Dust 5.Dishes 6.Laundry 7.Clean the Counters 8.Clean the Bathrooms 9.Clean Farra's cage 10.Take out the trash.

Hmm not too much at most it will take 2 and a half hours. I start right away and vacuum and dust my living room, sweep and mop my kitchen, do the dishes, clean the counters, fold dry laundry and start another load, and clean my parents and my bathroom. By the time I had got to the part of the list where it said clean Farra's cage it had only been a hour and a half. I feel proud of myself for cleaning so fast and I take my baby Farra out of her cage and play with her as a break. Farra is my baby ferret if I didn't say before. After about 10 minutes I let her run around and clean her cage out. I put her back in once I'm finished and go to take out the trash.

I walk out the back door and sling the trash bag over my shoulder. I walk silently to the dumpster that's not too far away from my backyard. I stop in my tracks and feel my heart stop when I see dry blood coating the payvment leading to the dumpster. I feel myself start to shake violently making me almost drop the trash bag the rests on my shoulder. I walk slowly towards the dumpster and with my free hand and I reach out to grab the dumpster lid. The lid is coated with a thick layer of dry blood and it makes me hesitate but I gather every ounce of bravery in me and place my hand on the lid. My warm hand comes in contact with the cold blood and in a hurry I push the lid of the dumpster up and what I saw then I could never forget. My eyes widen as my eyes focus on the bloody lifeless bodies of my parents. I drop the trash bag and put my hands over my mouth gasping at the sight of my dead parents. I feel my eyes fill with hot salty tears and know that my life will never be the same. Not without them. I turn on my heels and run full speed towards my house. I stumble inside and slam the door shut behind me, locking it in the process. I run to the front door and almost fall back when I see it wide open. I then hear my bedroom door slam open, and I slowly turn around making sure no one was behind me. I then run into the kitchen and grad the sharpest knife I had for self-defense. I hear footsteps coming in the direction of the kitchen and I turn to look at the person in the entrance of the kitchen and I gasp when I come face to face with the most horrifying sight I've ever experienced. In the entrance of my kitchen stood what looked to be a teenager boy. His hair was charcoal black, he was wearing black dress pants and a blood stained white hoodie, his skin was a deathly pale white. His facial features are what scared me the most. He had no eyelids and around his eyes were black, the most disturbing feature was his smile. He had cut into his face a smile that went from both cheekbones.

I was so taken back by the way he looked that the next thing I knew he was behind me choking me. I claw at his arms but it had no effect because his arms were covered by his blood stained white hoodie. I start to hear ringing in my ears and my vision was beginning to be clouded by black dots. Over the ringing in32 my ears I hear someone yell.

" JEFF! Put Layla down. Our job is to take her back to the house and give her to dad." I hear a voice say. The next thing I know I'm dropped to the floor and the first thing I do is gasp for air, coughing in the process. I look to see where the voice that saved me came from. In the entrance of my kitchen and there stood a boy in a green hoodie that has blood stains on it, and black pants. Just like the first boy his face was disturbing. He had blonde hair and he had no eyes. Just black holes with a red substance seeping out of it, I think it was blood. The boy with the blonde hair smiles at me and waves like he wasn't breaking into my house and his friend didn't just almost kill me. He walks over to me and holds out his hand indicating that he wanted me to take his hand. I don't know why but I put my hand in his and he helps me to my feet. I look back to the boy in white hoodie. The blonde boy walks over to his friend and puts his arm over his shoulder.

" Apologize bro." Blondie said. The boy with black hair glared at me for a moment before letting out a long sigh and drops his head.

" Sorry Layla." His voice giving me nice chills. I then realize that they know me but I don't know them, in a way that scared me but I pushed the thought away when I saw the sad look on the black haired boy's face. I don't know why but I reach out and grab his chin, tilting his head back up to meet my eyes.

" Hey don't worry about it. I forgive you." I say with a reassuring smile. He smiles back at me but instead of being scared I was happy that he smiled back at me. There was something about his smile that gave me a odd feeling, I don't really know how to describe the feeling but one thing I knew for sure was I liked the feeling.

" Shall we hit the road guys and gals." Said the blondie. I look back at him, the smile still lingering on my face, and nod. We all go in the direction of my front door and I look at the boys in front of me. At that moment I suddenly take in what was happening. I stop in my tracks making the boys stop and look at me, with confusion written all over their faces. I was ready to walk out of my house with complete strangers, wait no, killers that murdered my parents. But one did save my life, but the other tried to kill me. But I don't know them, but yet I feel safe with them. My feelings were all over the place and I was so confused. I thought I was crazy for even considering going with them. That's like going out in the middle of a dark ally and begging people to kidnap you.

" What's the matter? You coming Lay?" The black haired boy asked, turning to me. I look back and him and say the first thing that came to mind. Which was pretty dumb if I might add.

" May I know something about you, if your gonna be taking me somewhere?" I ask looking at them. My eyes widen when I had heard what I had just said. I had just gone over how bad of an idea it was to go with these 2 boys but yet I still didn't say I wouldn't go. I'm starting to think I'm insane. They look at eachother and nod and turn back to me with soft smiles.

" I'm Ben, I'm 17 years old and I'm a creepypasta." Said the boy in the green hoodie. " And this is Jeff, also 17, also creepypasta." Ben says pointing to the boy with black hair. Jeff waves at me. At that moment I don't think I was in control of my own body cause I walk forward and join them and we walk out of my house and into the night. Going where? I didn't know.