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 a dit 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 a dit 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 a dit angrily. "Both of toi calm down! Now lemme montrer toi too your room so toi can be all settled in par the time Gray gets home" mom a dit as we let out annoyed moans but followed our mom upstairs anyways.
TO BE CONTINUED
Aricelia and Jakob