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"That pizza was bomb" Jakob dicho as we walked upstairs to our room. "I liked the pineapple and pepperoni one, yum" I dicho as we walked into the room and put our sodas down on the dresser por the closet. "Ew why can't tu just stick with pepperoni" Jakob asked, "cuz its boring like you" I dicho falling back onto my bed, "jackass" Jakob dicho 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 dicho as I got off my cama 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 dicho 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 dicho 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 dicho angrily. "Both of tu calm down! Now lemme mostrar tu too your room so tu can be all settled in por the time Gray gets home" mom dicho as we let out annoyed moans but followed our mom upstairs anyways.


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