Jeff in a bath of blood

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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 đã đưa ý kiến angrily. "Both of bạn calm down! Now lemme hiển thị bạn too your room so bạn can be all settled in bởi the time Gray gets home" mom đã đưa ý kiến as we let out annoyed moans but followed our mom upstairs anyways.


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