2 weeks later..
Jane sally and I set off to get what slenderman asked us to do.
We went into the house they rescued me from... well I wouldn't say it was a rescue but... whatever. Why did I ever get caught up in this? We decided to split up. I went my own way. I entered a room with a perfect made up bed.
"Jeff...." unknown voice came from a corner of the room.
I looked to the corner of where it was, no one. Weird. I could almost hear deep breathes. I took out my knife as I stood there waiting for someone to appear.
I heard footsteps behind me and turned fast... I saw what looked like a clown. But there was no color in him just.. white grey and black.
"Who are you?" not frightened but concerned. I held out my knife,
"I am laughing jack.." he said, but I never heard of such a name. Is he a creepypasta like me? Is he stronger then I? no he cant be. Who the fuck is this guy and where did he come from?
