My name is Aricelia Freedman. I am 13 years old and this is the story of how Jeff the Killer changed me and my brother into a creepypasta.

"Mom this place is creepy!" I said walking into my new house couphing "and not to mention dusty" I continued. "Ari please try to enjoy it. Itll mean a lot to me and your father" mom said. "Mom hes not OUR father, hes YOUR fiance" my brother Jakob said walking into the house "and sorry I have to side with Ari on this one. This place is WAY creepy" jakob said. "And whats the point of getting a bigger house if were gonna have to share a room" we both said angrily. "Both of you calm down! Now lemme show you too your room so you can be all settled in by the time Gray gets home" mom said as we let out annoyed moans but followed our mom upstairs anyways.


TO BE CONTINUED