Jefferman the miller

In the beginning

I sat sat at my desk. I held my head in my hands. I was tired because I was up playing Five nights at Freddy's. If I kept doing this I would fall asleep in class. If that happens I would fail, and I'm a strait A's student! The bell rang and I grabbed my bag. I walked down the hallway, slow as a slug.

"HEY! STUPID BRAINS! WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!!!" Kids yelled insults like this as they passed me. It was Friday and everyone ran to the busses, everyone except me.

"Yo! what up homie!" I gave rose an annoyed look.
"Yeah I should stop the gagsta act."
"Rose! It's funny but I'm tired!"
"Aww! Is little James tired! What's wrong little boy? Too much FNAF?
"Yeah......" we walked in silence all the way to my buss.
"See you later slowpoke!" She ran to her buss and I got on mine.

On the ride home I wrote down jokes.
What's a ghosts favorite type of ice-cream? A Boo-nana split!
What's a pilgrims favorite type of music? Plymouth Rock!
Whoever invented the nock-nock joke, should get a no-bell prize!
What do you call a person without a body and a nose? Nobody knows?

The jokes I made were cheesy but fun. On my stop I got off and caused an uproar of insults to follow. I ignored them concerning myself with my zipper instead.

The door was unlocked but no cars were in the driveway. I walked in and it looked like someone ransacked the place. My first thought was we've bien robbed! It should have bien to call the police.

"Hello?" I asked. "Is anyone there?" I closed the door and walked forward into the house. Bam! A body slammed into mine. I looked at the hooded figure. He lifted his head and looked at me. A smile was carved into his face, his skin was pale as snow, and his hair was jet black and greasy. I ran to my room in fear of this grisly figure in my house. After the door was locked I saw it. A small brown package with a string bow sat on a table. It had my name on it, literally! I snatched it up and opened it. I dumped its contents onto my bed. A knife and a card fell out. I examined the knife and read the card.

Dear Mr.Miller,
I request you at the Creepypasta mansion to help me on a mission. I included a knife in my gift, do with it as you wish. You will receive a suitable outfit at the mansion. You of corse don't know the way so I sent Jeff to guide you. I hope Jeff doesn't cause any trouble for you or your family. Speaking of family, say goodbye forever. Once you live in the Creepypasta mansion you can never return. Grab a pillow and blanket, pack an overnight bag, and pack anything to keep you occupied.

Sincerely,
Slender Man

I teared up. The thought of leaving my family was scary. I cried to myself at my terrible fate. I packed a bag and my laptop. I held the knife in my hand. I opened the door an shuffled down the hall. I flicked on a light and saw the boy at the end of the hall. The letter said that he was Jeff.

"Hello! I'm Jeff." The boy stood up and extended a bloody hand.
"Hello. I'm James." I touched his hand and he grasped it and shook. He stopped as he saw the look on my face. He let go and I looked at my now bloody hand.

"Who's blood is this!?" I half asked half screamed.
"Not who but what." That sentence sure was comforting to hear. I wiped it on my clothes an we started off. It took about an hour to get to the door of the mansion. We entered and I was greeted with the smell of decay.

Everyone looked at me as I entered behind Jeff the insane.
"Hey guys! This is James!"

I really wished that Jeff had kept quiet.