Creepypastas

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Mom thought I was still in prison, so she wasn't expecting me home.

"Jeff, show her to yours and everyone else's room."

"Fine," Jeff said, standing up. All the other Creepypastas stared at me like I was a zoo exhibit.

Jeff lead me up some wooden stairs, then into what I assumed to be his room.

"Well, this is nice."

"Yeah."

"It's hard to believe killers like you live so normally."

"Yeah, I guess. Anyway, this is my room."

"Woah."

Jeff's room had posters of rock bands such as My Chemical Romance, Evanescence, and Green Day

His bed looked to be a king-size mattress. I felt it and realized it was a waterbed. I looked up at him in amazement.

"Well? I can't sleep uncomfortably if I'm to be fully awake most of the time killing people.

"True. So, you like rock?"

"Yeah,"

"Awesome."

I looked around more to see a red rug on either side of his waterbed. His closet was off to the right. 

He had a window on the left, to which his bed was next to, only separated by a rug and nightstand. The nightstand on the right held a black lamp and a water bottle, so I assumed that was his main side.

I turned around to see Jeff right behind me. I let out a little squeal of surprise. He just smiled.

"Jeff! you scared me!"

"Hah."

"What's so funny?"

"You," Jeff responded.

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

"Aye..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"So, how do you like my room?' Jeff asked, sitting on his bed. I sat next to him.

"It's very neat."

"Heh, yeah."

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Well, even though you know all the creepypastas, they don't know you."

"Okay."

"So, you want them to meet you?"

"Sure."

"Okay, follow me," Jeff said.

"Okeydokey."

I followed Jeff to a door. He knocked.

"Yo, EJ!" he called

A gravelly voice replied, "Yeah?"

"I have someone I want you to meet!"

"Is it that girl?"

"Yep."

"Okay, come in."

Jeff opened the door. I saw Eyeless Jack with his mask off. He had gray skin and no eyes, obviously. Black goop ran from his eye sockets. His teeth were sharp like a shark's.

"I'm (Y/N), the new creepypasta trainee," I waved awkwardly.

"Hi. EJ, although you probably already know all of us."

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