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House of Horror RP
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It's been a long time..the creepypastas need new stories. They need to go on in history as they always have, with new tales. But that means taking on new trainees....new people and otherwordly to strike fear in their hearts. And you are one of them.
Creepypastas-
The Creepypastas waited just outside of Slenderman's mansion. Jeff, his freshly cut smile from ear to ear, Eyeless Jack's mask dripping fresh black-er, whatever it is that comes from his eye sockets, Laughing Jack giggling to himself, his hands full of candy, and all the other creepypastas you have heard of. At the front of the group stands Slenderman, white face completely blank (literally) with his long, thin arms crossed behind his back. "Welcome," he says. "Creepypastas of this new generation."
The Little Girl is in her innocent form, so she appears to be a normal human being. She staggers forward, a blank look on her face. When X-Virus scoffs, "She's just a human. Can I kill her?" The Little Girl frowns. Slenderman shakes his head. "No, you cannot. This Little Girl is not human, in a sense." He gestured to the group of new creepypastas. "None of them are." He turns back to look at you. "Are you ready to become the ones who now strike fear in the hearts of human victims?"
Humans-
The forest is dark, and the wind chills you to the bone. The leaves on the trees shake as if even they know that something lurks in this forest that is more dangerous than anything you've ever seen. Every step you take seems to echo through the unnatural silence. No birds chirp. No animals call out. Everything is early still, as the wind dies down. The darkness seems to want to swallow you up, but nothing comes from it.
“To make you annoyed.” A male voice says.
“UGh.. at least you’re honest. But why this forest? It is rather eerie.”
“No such thing as ghosts. No need to be scared.”
“YOU will be a ghost if I get out alive.”
“Why are you so scared of this forest again?”
“People have died here legends say.”
“Legends are stupid.”
The Little Girl looked at each of them, then spoke in a low, raspy voice, as if it was rather difficult to. "I am known as The Little Girl. I am an undead, come back from the land of those who do not live. I am much more than I apear to be."
The Little Girl scoffed. "I don't need this, but I don't care either way."