Creepypasta-FanParty

You followed Lisa out to a car in the parking lot. A shiny black Rolls-Royce, black leather interior. Lisa unlocked the doors, got behind the wheel, and turned on the ignition with the press of a button. Fancy. You slid into the passenger's side, fastening your seatbelt. The interior smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, leather, and disinfectant spray. A monitor on the dash booted to life, displaying the temperature outside; 74 degrees Fahrenheit. As Lisa fastened her seatbelt and pulled out of the parking lot, she nudged you on the arm playfully. "What a day huh?" You gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah." "So, I have a bunch of questions.  First,

Jeff had given you a set of clean clothes and directed you to the shower, which was in a separate room downstairs. The building you were currently in was an apartment, much cozier than the dilapidated warehouse. It was lightly furnished. Two bedrooms, one bath, with a small kitchen and living room. While the hot water ran over your skin, you thought about when and how Jeff would kill you. If you were just some ordinary victim, why hadn't he killed you already? Why was he keeping you alive? Was he really so strict as to only kill healthy victims? Ones that could try to run, or struggle? You took off the bandage a noted the intricate stitching

You could hear a voice. No- Two voices Nothing you could make out. Just incoherent conversations. Pain, then numbness, then more pain. In residual waves. You couldn’t move. It stayed this way for what seemed like forever. Your eyes wouldn't open, but you still heard that familiar voice, then another. After seemingly an eternity had passed, your eyes slowly opened. Thankfully there was no blinding light or pain. Just a foggy feeling in your head and a tingling sensation in the tips of your fingers. You were lying on a small bed, wrapped in blankets, with a real pillow under your head. Your eyes finally focused enough that you could see

Listening to this: https://youtu.be/4veUhkwfuXE while reading is highly recommended. Narrator P.O.V. You could hear... Music... You couldn't understand why. Were you still alive? Your eyes opened slowly. Next to you a familiar song rang out. It was beautiful. You knew exactly what it was. Your body was on the cold concrete floor and you could see the outline of BEN's tunic in the corner of your vision. The pain in your chest was still there, but it slowly faded, as if you had taken painkillers. You turned and saw BEN there, holding a blue ocarina to his lips. But that song. "BEN?" You called. BEN's attention quickly went to you. He

"This is my fault." He whispered. The bullet had just missed your heart, but the blood pouring on the ground meant a dead end for you. You didn't know where the nearest hospital was. Heck you didnt even know where you were. By the time you got there you would die from blood loss. The shock from the wound began turning to pain. But this was for the best right? It's what you had asked for. "BEN its okay... at least you stopped. I didn't want you to do anything you'd regret. Here-" You touched your wound and blood smeared or your fingers. You held it up to him. "Now you can be free." BEN expression hardened. He pushed your hand away. "Don

You watched in shock as the broken grey pieces hit the floor like rain. You quickly ran to him, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. "BEN wha-" BEN simply moved you aside and smiled down at Alex. You weren't sure why, but something about BEN's aura seemed off. "Stupid human. Did you actually think I could be killed?" "Stay away from my sister." Alex growled. "______ is mine." BEN said simply. Alex's face contorted angrily. "You don't belong in this world. You should have died all those years ago when you drowned you goddamn abomination." That was the last straw for BEN. He took a step towards Alex, fists clenched. "It's really simple act

"W-Why would you..." Alex face was cold, his eyes narrowed. He took a step closer, crushing the remains of your cellphone under his boots. "This isn't a game ______. This is real." "Stay away from me."You said, backing away slowly. Alex shook his head and walked over to the sofa. He grabbed a round object and brought it into view. It was a roll of duct tape. "Looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way." He said, unraveling a foot of the tape and walking towards you slowly. Panic set in and you ran for the front door. Alex however was much quicker and blocked your path, twisting your arms behind your back. You screamed and thras

What...? "BEN, you're not making any sense..." You said, backing away slowly. Your head hurt. What was he talking about. What did "us" mean? BEN's shoulders slumped. "I don't expect you to remember. We were only little kids at the time." What happened between you two that you couldn't remember? "Just tell me, please." You whispered. BEN looked hesitant. He balled his hands into tight fists on his lap until his knuckles were white. "I'll show you." The green and red lights came again, but this time they surrounded only you. You looked up at BEN and furrowed your brows, but he just nodded curtly. In the next moment, you were in darknes

You awoke to the smell of pancakes and bacon. Sitting up slowly you looked around the room. No sign of BEN. He was probably sleeping in your phone. Actually.... Do people like him even need to sleep? Not wasting time pondering over it you slid out of bed and combed through your hair. You grabbed your phone and headed downstairs to find the source of the delicious smell. Alex was in front of the stove, flipping over a perfectly tanned pancake. He turned around and spotted you, smiling. "Morning little sis." "Morning big bro." You said teased, yawning. You sat down at the breakfast bar and rested your head in your hands, watching Alex cook