CreepyPasta RP {Sign-ups and RP}

June Stern sat on her bed. Staring into space wearing her black long sleeved shirt and black short shorts. She had brown hair with hints of blonde, only because at one point she had blonde highlights, but when she got them fixed to look better, the woman who did her hair who rarely even looked at what she was doing, completely messed up and made almost Junes whole head blonde. She fixed it but as summer approached, her head revealed more blonde. She was unnaturally pale in the face, and the slightest touch of her cheek would make them go red. She had the most beautiful eyes, she was born with white eyes, then they changed to blue eyes, then green. The color they are now, green with a slight tint of hazel. Her eyebrows were rather bushy and she hated them, but most people would say they are perfect, especially since she never once waxed them, plucked them, or even cut them. Her eyelashes were naturally black and perfect. She was thinking, thinking about the killings in the town she was staying in for the summer. Her parents decided to go on a trip all summer, though she was shocked at this since her parents never get along at all. They rented a house, the room June was in was rather strange. It had an eerie feel to it. She knew someone had this room before her but, the feeling was like, this person did things... things that were bad. Every time she walked into the room, a chill would run up and down her spine in at least the matter of time her heart beat once. She didn't like it, but shrugged it off. She had just arrived and was laying down on the bed. That's when she saw something, on the ceiling. Her brows furrowed as she stood up adjusting her glasses. She blinked but still saw it there, her eyes couldn't lie to her, she had very good sight at times, even though she has glasses. She stood up on the bed and looked at it, a small carving. "Go to sleep..." she read aloud in a whisper to herself. She rolled her eyes returning to resting, sitting criss cross as she sighed. Her mind empty on what to do. She feet hidden beneath the fabric of socks, onto the carpeted floor and walked out her door, the weird cold feeling leaving her, as she walked down the hallway to the stairs and entered the main room on which the door stood. The fighting of her parents were louder, their voices that started slowly rising as the many cold letters that formed into cold words fell out of their mouths. She tried to ignore them but never could, it was as it her parents had shotguns, the guns that shot many bullets increasing the impact on their target. the bullets were the words, and the words hit her while still hitting their actual target and not the shelter that blocked them. She sighed walking into the kitchen, pulling out a packet of cookies from the boxes they brought and walked back upstairs. She wanted to just yell shut up to her parents, but her father would probably beat her, or smash a bear bottle across her head as he had done many times. At one point, she was out for nearly two days. She returned to the door, freezing before entering. She hated the feeling, she walked in. The feeling creeping up her spine like a spider running up it at impossible speed. She set the packet of cookies on her bedside table and moved the blankets of her bed aside for the first time since she's entered the strange house. About to crawl in, something caught her eye. A spot of brownish, just as small as a crumb slightly revealing itself from beneath a pillow. She moved it looking at it, what in the world could this be. Her brows furrowing once more, this was Janesville Minnesota, it was filled with murders. Then she felt horrible at the thought of murder in this house. Her phone then played music, making June jump a bit. She sighed in relief and picked it up answering.
"Hello?" June asked, her adorable voice speaking into the phone.
"Hey June, I was wondering if I can come over?" Her friend asked, Angelina. She was obsessed with things like The Grudge, or the creature from a game their favorite gamer played a few times.
"I thought I told you, I'm out of town." June said a bit disappointed at her friends short memory.
"Oh, sorry, where are you?" Angelina asked.
"Janesville Minnesota." June replied looking out the window.
Her friend went silent, worry quickly spreading through June.
"Janesville... Minnesota..." her friend echoed June after about what seemed 5 minutes of June repeating her friends name.
"Yeah?" June asked, why had her friend seemed so shocked. Not in a happy way but, in a frightened way. "Do you know who lives there! J-" Angelina started saying, June groaned cutting her off. "Don't you dare start with that again! I told you he's not real! Why would you love such a freak anyway!?" June asked. Her friend was not only obsessed with the creature known as Slender man, but his stupid fake friends. Sadly the names were embedded into Junes mind. Jeff the killer, Jane the Killer, Sally, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack. Her friend went on and on about how these creatures could be real, June rarely listened. "Alright, June, I dare you to read Jeff's story, I know you think he's pretty cool..." Angelina said. June groaned, "fine, I will now, talk to you later." she said hanging up before Angelina could go on anymore. She tossed her phone onto her bed hearing her parents yelling, they must have started really going at it a while ago. June got into bed as the sky was black, and plugged her ears trying to go to sleep.

June was awoken by her phone vibrating in front of her face. She lifted it up looking at it, a text from Angelina. Did you read it yet? Angelina had asked. She sighed not even bothering to respond. "Oh yeah, I have to read the stupid story..." she said pulling up her laptop. She looked up his story, once she began, she couldn't stop. Her stomach growled, her eyes finally unlocking from the digital page to the unopened pack of cookies. She grabbed them and eat the cookies one by one as she read the story until the end. She was slightly shaking, almost unnoticeable but noticeable at the same time. She stared at the picture, the story seemed real, yet the picture was fake. Probably because no one could actually get a picture of him. She couldn't help but do research. scanning through articles, things about Jeff. Thoughts of him, how he felt, that urge. She felt the same everyday, every day even before she got to this place. She froze on the words Janesville Minnesota which made her eyes look to the words before it. Her eyes widened as she shut her laptop and pushed it away trying to get away from it. "no... no no no..." she repeated. She clenched her head, "he lives here... here!" she said, her voice cracking into a high pitch. Finally, that urge, and unknown feelings, blazed as her parents silenced. She looked up, worry in her eyes. She ran for the stairs, stopping at the sight. On the wall, written in her parents blood, "Go to sleep..." she whispered seeing a man hidden beneath a white hoodie finishing it. Her eyes scanning the man, the words being remembered in her head. "Black pants... sneakers... and a white hoodie..." she whispered slightly, aloud into the air filled by silent chuckles. Her breathe came out silent yet fast. The mans hand froze as he slowly turned his head, black raven hair that was rather long and burnt like. His hand held a butcher knife covered in blood. And her parents bodies had been pinned on the wall and now laid leaning against the wall limply as smiles had been carved into their faces. "no, get away!" she yelled running back to her room and shutting and locking the door. She leaned against the door starting to cry in fear. Hearing the door knob attempted to be turned, she started to head for the window. Hearing banging, she unlocked the window and kicked out the safety screen. She heard a bang as she looked back seeing a hand had created a hole through the door, and reached for the doorknob unlocking the door. June was frozen, she couldn't move as the door opened. She whined, only able to slide to the corner, Jeff walked up, a knife to her throat as he looked at her revealing his face. "Go.... to... sleep..." he said moving his knife as it went black.

June bolted up in bed panting, looking at her laptop, she had been listening to the Jeff the Killer story, sighing in relief that it was all a dream. The go to sleep was what was said in the story. She wiped the sweat from her forehead.