Chapter 1

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The mother pressed the knife against her skin, the beautiful red liquid dripping out of the wound and onto the floor. She couldn't take it anymore, the pain of loosing her husband. But she had to stay alive, she just did. She had her baby twins she needed to look after. She looked down at the twins by her feet, smiling a bit. They would need a nice couple to look after them. Sucking the blood from her wrist, the mother wrapped her wound in a bandage, picking up the two children. She put them in a basket, wrapping them up in blankets and warm hats. She added a few pairs of clothes in there too, just in case the new couple didn't have any for them to wear. She left the house, leaving the door unlocked and opened, every light inside and out turned on.


Molly ran as fast as she could, her spiky brown hair flying behind her, her green eyes wide in terror. She had to convince them she wasn't a vampire, those damned vampire hunters! She just had blood lust! As she ran, she started to pant. She had never been that good at running long distances. After a few more minutes of running, her lungs started to burn from the strain. She quickly climbed up a tree, sitting on one of the higher branches. The vampire hunters ran right under the tree she was in, not bothering to stop and she where she had ran.


She peeked out, seeing them continue to run in the same direction. The dogs they had with them kept howling, as if they were still on the trail. Molly laughed at the dogs' stupidity, slowly climbing down. When she jumped down to the forest ground, her phone started to ring. Answering it, she said, "Hello, momma." "Hey sweetie," came the sound of her mom from the other end of the phone, "Are you almost home? We're gonna be locking up soon." "I'll be right there," Molly responded, hanging up and starting up a jog to get home quicker.

When she got home, the smell of cinnamon muffins was filling the house. Sneaking into the kitchen, she reached her hand over the edge of the counter to grab one. Her hand was smacked away, making her yelp in surprise. "You know the rules Molly, those are for breakfast," her mother scolded jokingly, pulling the muffin tray away. Molly growled playfully, standing up and turning to walk off to her room. She bounced up the stairs, in a good mood after the nice meal she had earlier. Se thought for a second, trying to recall what the blood type was. Then she remembered it was AB, but couldn't remember whether it was positive or negative. They both tasted the same to her.


Once she was in her room, she closed the door and looked around, screaming when she saw a black and white clown standing in the corner. When the clown laughed, she immediately recognized the sound as that of her sister Lilly. Lilly took the mask off, wiping her blue eyes because she was crying from laughing so hard. She shook her head, her blonde hair flying all over. "I scared you good, Moll Doll!" Molly growled at Lilly, pathetically throwing a notebook at her. Lilly laughed, swatting it away. "Get out of my room," Molly muttered, rolling her eyes, "Your creepy freakazoid habits are scary."


"Creepypasta isn't a habit," Lilly said, slowly walking around Molly, "It is an uncontrollable thirst for the adrenaline rush of fear and terror, along with the unexpected pleasure you get with it." "Sounds like bloodlust," Molly laughed, shoving Lilly. Lilly fell back, crashing into the wall. "You should try reading some Creepypasta some time," Lilly said, standing up straight and brushing the invisible dirt off of her, "I read it, that's why I'm so sleep-deprived." Molly rolled her eyes again, sitting on her swivel chair and rolling over to her desk to look it up. "Creepypasta, you said?," she asks, going to Google and looking it up. Lilly nods, pushing Molly out of the way so she could take over control of the laptop. She looked up a video on YouTube, plugging in the headphones and handing them to Molly. "I promise there are no jumpscares in this one," she says, crossing her pointer finger over her heart.


Molly looked the video over, reading "The Origin Story of Laughing Jack" as the title. "Laughing Jack is the one I'm dressed up as," Lilly explained, gesturing to her bizarre costume. Molly put the headphones on, playing the video.


When the video was over, she was holding the headphones against her head, her hands shaking and her eyes the size of dinner plates. "No wonder you don't get any sleep, you're afraid that these scary guys will kill you in your sleep!," she said, throwing the headphones onto the desk. Lilly laughed, saying, "Have you seen my room lately?" Before Molly could answer, she was dragged into Lilly's room, nearly fainting when she saw all the scary people around her room on the posters. Even though they were posters, the eyes seemed to follow her around the room as she walked. "You're crazy," she whispered to Lilly." "Maybe it would be better if I said Creepypasta was an addiction, not a thirst," Lilly laughed, looking around at her posters with a proud smile. Molly shook her head, backing out of the room. "You're crazy Lilly," Molly said again, running back to her room.


Once again in her room, she flopped onto the bed, looking around in horror. Would those creepy guys get her, now that she knew about them but wasn't a fan? No, that was crazy. No way they were real, right? Letting out a sigh, she laid her head down, slowly drifting off to sleep.


The mother left the house, looking over her shoulder as she did so. Her children started crying, but she quickly stopped their noise by rocking the basket that held them. The snowy wind whipped around them, the cold flakes stinging the mother's face. She walked to her car, fumbling for her keys before unlocking the door and opening it, sitting the basket in the passenger seat and closing the door to rush around to the drivers side. She got into the car, buckled in, and started the car, casting a sad look at her two babies. She was sure going to miss them.


Molly woke up in the morning, greeted by the Jeff the Killer guy she saw on one of Lilly's poster last night. "Go to Sleep," he growled, raising the knife above his head. Molly was right, they were going to kill her!!!!!


(((((Okay, so here it is. Chapter 1! Yay! So very happy! The italic writing is a different story, sort of. Yeah, a different story. But both of the stories tie together, as you'll see! If you know what it is, don't say it! Please??? Oh, and like I tried saying in one of my other stories, this is not a Creepypasta Fanfiction. There aren't any Creepypasta characters at all until waaaaay way way into the story; and when there is, it is only one and he is only in there for a short time. So spoiler, it isn't really Jeff....)))))

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