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Just another night

~Readers POV~

The phone began ringing, interrupting (fave show) and forcing me to leave the comfort of my couch. I shuffled over to the phone, the obnoxious ringing testing me to see if I could resist the urge to throw the damn thing across the room. Instead, I picked it up and grumpily answered, "What?"

"(Y/N), you're missing out! This party is rad!" I heard my best friend say on the other line, rap music blasting in the background with a mixture of shouting and laughter.

"No," I simply replied. "I don't like people."

"You don't like anything," she whined. A little giggle escaped from her lips, and I heard her telling her boyfriend to stop. I rolled my eyes.

All those bodies packed together in some kids house, banging their heads to music I don't like, taking shots, and topped off with the smell of smoke and sweat doesn't really have any appeal to me. I'd rather just sit at home watching (fave show) on Netflix undisturbed, especially if my parents are out of town. No one here to tell me I have to do something productive.

"I don't want to, (friends name)."

"God, you're so boring! Okay, I'm gonna go and enjoy this party and have fun unlike you! Bye!" she said in a playful voice before hanging up. I sighed, walked over to the (pantry/fridge) to grab some (fave snack).

I trudged backed over to the living room, plopped down on the couch, and resumed the show.

This was a heavenly summer night, not being out somewhere surrounded by judgmental eyes and perverted thoughts. Staying home, wearing the most comfortable (fave color) sweater and (complimenting color) sweatpants in the world while sitting around doing nothing was bliss. Apparently, I was the only person at my whole school that thought so.

The night dragged on. (Friend) didn't call to bother me again, my parents checked up on me only once, and I was getting tired of my Netflix marathon. I brushed crumbs off my pants and pushed my (h/c) hair out my eyes before turning off the TV, heading upstairs to my room. I took my laptop off my dresser, flung myself onto my (fave color) bed sheets and pulled up the tab I was last on: Creepypasta Wiki.

This was one of those things that, surprisingly, none of my friends liked. I was left alone to be creeped out in the dark of night, regretting ever reading any of them so late, but it was all fun. They were addicting, too. I had read all the popular pastas like Slender, Jeff, Zalgo, and even some of the lesser popular ones. They didn't scare me that much, though, so I had to read them at night to really get a kick out of them.

I was rereading some of my favorite pastas while also checking out some of the ones that were just a paragraph long. I looked up pictures of them, got freaked out, then added "anime" after their name in Google. It helped calm me down, and if I could be honest, I was somewhat of a fangirl. My attentive (e/c) eyes scanned the images head to toe, admiring the art and wishing they were real. I had to keep reminding myself that they were cold blooded killers, but I eventually stopped telling myself that so I could just enjoy fangirling in the peace and quiet of my empty home.

My alarm clock struck 4:00 am. "Shit," I muttered to myself, not really caring that much. It was the last week of summer, after all. Might enjoy staying up late while I can.

My eyelids fluttered shut, ushering me to gently place my laptop on the ground and pull my bed sheets over my head. I did just that. My (h/c) hair flew in all directions, draping my (e/c) orbs in a curtain of (thin/thick) strands. I blew them out of my face with a single blow, and began to slip away from reality.

~???'s POV~

There she was, drifting off to sleep yet again. Nothing murderous about her. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact that she has an odd fascination with us. I don't know why Slender would send me on a mission to fetch someone like her! She seemed more than perfect to kill. Silky hair and gorgeous eyes, a very pleasing figure... if she wasn't wanted by the boss so much then I most definitely would've attacked by now. Oh well, here comes the fun part.