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I have been working on a few of my stories over the long period of absence, but I can assure you, I am very much alive.

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For those who are following me, I wanted to let you guys know that I am working on THREE of my most popular stories based on reviews! Here they are;

-Undertaker's Flower

-A Slender Love Story

-and this one: Stuck!

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Anyway, Hope you enjoy this story, and I will be updating my stories more frequently now that I have most of the plots planned out.

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Chapter One:

"Are you tired of-click!"

"Car insurance-click!"

"Sharing is-click!"

"Bad for your health!"

I snorted as I flipped through the channels, listening for bizarre yet hilarious sentences.

"Um, Jasmine? Will you please keep it on one channel?" my younger brother complained. "I'm getting dizzy watching the channels change so fast."

My younger brother, Ty, was a eight year old boy with curly brown hair, light-toned skin, and dark eyes that would remind you of Hershey's dark chocolate. He was, surprisingly, one of my best friends. I know, I know. It's very odd for a seventeen year old to be best friends with her younger brother. Not the first time I was told this.

I, on the other hand, has long auburn hair that was normally pulled into a loose bun at the nape of my neck. My eyes were a light brown, and I've had some tell me that they had gold streaks in them. My skin was a bit darker than Ty's.

It was a Thursday evening, and Ty and I had school tomorrow.

"Alright, buddy. Time for bed." I said, switching off the TV.

Ty stayed put. "But I'm not tired."

"Remember that it is going to be Friday tomorrow. I promise that we'll stay up as long as you want tomorrow." I said. Ty pondered this a moment, then sighed.

Holding out his hand, he curled it until only his pinkie stuck out. "Pinkie Promise?"

I hooked my pinkie with his. "Pinkie Promise."

I took Ty up to bed to tuck him in and left, leaving the nightlight on and the door opened a little bit.

As I ventured through the dark house, my mind wandered to my parents.

Ty and I were alone, and have been for a good part of our life. You see, my mom and dad are entrepreneurs, and are always out on business trips. They were home long enough to make me, and when I was ten, they had Ty. After he turned 2 years old, they left for Europe. It's been five, almost six years since I have seen them.

I opened the door to my bedroom and switched on the closest lamp to me. The dim, yellow light bounced softly off the lime green walls. My room wasn't what one would call a normal teenage GIRL'S room. Along the walls were shelves, full of video games for game consoles from the Wii to the Playstation. On a smaller shelf rested a large flat screen TV and TV box. A queen-sized bed wrapped in many shades of green sat in the middle of the room against the far wall. A bit big for just me, but I enjoyed the elbow room.

However; above my bed hung my prized possession: An extra large poster, featuring all of the Creepypastas. And, before you ask, I am a believer that they are real.

I curled up under the sheets after removing my socks, and was asleep in record time.

! #$%

THUMP!

I shot up in bed with a cry of surprise. Sleepily I blinked my eyes, listening for another thump. When it didn't come, I passed it off as a figment of my imagination.

THUMP!

I sat up once again.

I was not imagining that.

I jumped out of bed, making sure to grab the baseball bat by my bed. I slipped down the stair quietly after making sure Ty was okay.

Nobody was down there, but the TV was turned on.

I see what's going on here. Ty wanted to get a little more TV time in before bed, but something must've spooked him, so he ran upstairs before I could see him. But he made the mistake of leaving the TV on.

I laid the bat against the couch and turned off the TV.

Chuckling to myself, I figured that I might as well cut the kid some slack. I proceeded to walk towards the stairs, when a cold piece of metal was held stiffly against my throat.

"Scream, and I'll kill you." a voice said.