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"That pizza was bomb" Jakob a dit as we walked upstairs to our room. "I liked the pineapple and pepperoni one, yum" I a dit as we walked into the room and put our sodas down on the dresser par the closet. "Ew why can't toi just stick with pepperoni" Jakob asked, "cuz its boring like you" I a dit falling back onto my bed, "jackass" Jakob a dit 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 a dit as I got off my lit 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 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.


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