Jeff after a شاور

"That پیزا was bomb" Jakob کہا as we walked upstairs to our room. "I liked the pineapple and pepperoni one, yum" I کہا as we walked into the room and put our sodas down on the dresser سے طرف کی the closet. "Ew why can't آپ just stick with pepperoni" Jakob asked, "cuz its boring like you" I کہا falling back onto my bed, "jackass" Jakob کہا sitting on his. Just then the drinks fell off the dresser causing both of us to look over and see the closet door open some. "Ariceli come here" Jakob کہا as I got off my بستر and crawled onto his as the door opened slowly.


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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 کہا 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 کہا 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 کہا angrily. "Both of آپ calm down! Now lemme دکھائیں آپ too your room so آپ can be all settled in سے طرف کی the time Gray gets home" mom کہا as we let out annoyed moans but followed our mom upstairs anyways.


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