Life in the forest ( Sequel to Never to be seen again )

Chapter 1: Leaving

I fled the burning town, blood on my whole body. I coughed and continued down the street to the forest. People followed me, screaming and cursing. I didn't blame them. After all, I did destroy their homes, kill their families, and run away. But I didn't have time to be ashamed. I had to get there.

I ran into the closest patch of trees and tried not to trip. The blood reeked, but I didn't want to take off my hoodie, due to the freezing rain that started up. I shivered and ran even harder, weaving through trees and bushes, silently cursing the painkillers. They made me this way, and nothing would ever go into my stomach ever again. I already lost Liu, and I wouldn't lose EJ. He was the only thing I had left.

I stopped in a clearing, about the size of a football stadium. A giant mansion stood in the middle of it, casting a long shadow across where I stood. The moon shone brightly like a spotlight onto the strange building. A dirt walkway led up to the steps from the place I just came out of. The mansion door suddenly swung open and a little girl in a pink dress ran out to greet me.

Her hair was brown and wavy, in a pink dress, and there was a teddy bear in her hand. But her face was covered in blood that she kept wiping off with the back of her hand. She smiled at me and waved. " Hi! Come play with me!" Then she ran back in.

Not knowing if I should follow, I ran with her and closed the door behind me. Inside was a long dark hallway, and the air was warm, a welcome relief from the rain outside. I followed her until the hallway opened up to a kitchen and a living room, on the left and right. The rooms were empty, but clean and well - decorated.

I didn't know why I was here, who the little girl was, where I was, whose house this was- you get the point. But I felt drawn in. Like someone was dragging me farther into the mansion, past locked doors, black walls, up stairs, and eventually into a cold, spacious room that smelled like bleach or chlorine. I didn't even pay attention to the door that slammed shut behind me. I snapped around, only to see an office / library. Books lined the floor-to-ceiling shelves, and papers were stacked neatly on the desk. The room was dark, and little light came in from the large window behind the large leather office chair by the desk. It felt abandoned, yet filled with a presence.

And then I felt it: The unbearable pain in my cheeks from where I cut the corners of my mouth, ear to ear. My head throbbed, my legs were numb and tired, and I needed rest. Cuts and bruises colored my ghostly skin, and I needed a shower- really bad.

Before I could ask if anyone was here, the door opened again and I slowly backed away from the tall, faceless beast closing the door and walking towards me. I felt the wall behind me and knew I had just trapped myself. The thing stopped a few feet away from me, and folded his arms.

" Well... welcome to my mansion- Creepypasta Mansion. Please, sit." A chair stood waiting in front of the desk. The thing sat down in the other one and gestured to it. " Sit."

I reluctantly, and cautiously, sat down in the chair and tried not to stare at his non-existent face. He took a paper from the top of the small pile and read it. The clock on the wall to my right ticked, and eventually he laughed and handed the paper to me.

I read the title: Jeffrey Woods wreaks havoc on small Wisconsin town!

I read on: An article on what happened. I put my head in my hands and read about what a terror I was; killing over 50 people in a matter of hours.

" What's this?" I asked, not paying attention to the fear in my voice. The man clasped his hands and explained.

" You are now, officially, a Creepypasta. Your mind has been twisted to my use. What is remarkable is that you are not afraid of me, but my daughter, Sally. And yes, she does bite. You feel alone, frightened, but more or less for your future. You have injuries that need to be taken care of. Zero can help you. Wash up for dinner, then we shall talk more after the meal and introductions. Not only are you an addition, but another useful tool. We will make you unstoppable. You are excused."