"Ah, Creeper, good to see you. Turns out, you were right. We found her, she's hiding somewhere in this room."
The sound of glass crunching could be heard.
"I'm always right."
He snapped, growling deeply.
"Yeah, Pinny."
Laughed another.
"Oh, Jennifer,"
Teased another voice. The footsteps seemed to spread out all over the room. I flinched as the sound of boxes were being slung onto the floor.
"I wonder where she could be."
Mocked the calm voice. There was a loud and heavy sniff, and I knew it was, Creeper, trying to smell me out.
"I can smell you, Jennifer."
He said. Footsteps came in my direction, as the sound of boxes smashing stopped. My heart was beating so loud in my ears, I'm sure that they could hear it. The footsteps got closer, and I could hear inhuman breathing nearby.
I scooted against the corner as far as I would go, clinging tightly to the pen. My knuckles were bone white, and I started to shake all over.
It can't end this way,
I thought to myself, staring at the brown boxes infront of me, like a wall. Another sniff, way louder this time, and longer, seemed to come from right behind the boxes. I froze, staring at the boxes, silently pleading to not be found.
Two boxes slid away from each other, revealing a vertical peep hole. Hungry eyes stared into mine, and hundreds of small fangs smiled at me from behind the boxes.
"I found you."
He whispered, smiling a smile full of piercing teeth. He knocked all of the boxes over with a raging growl, towering over me. I stood up, back pressed into the corner, holding my pen out with both hands.
"Stay back, or I'll-I'll,"
I stumbled over my words, staring into the sneering faces of the monsters.
"Or you'll what? Draw us a picture?"
They thundered in laughter, grinning at the pen in my trembling hands. Creeper snatched it out of my grip, and held it up, observing it. He glanced at me with a thin toothed smile.
"Cute."
He chuckled, dropping it onto the floor. I tried to find an escape route, but there wasn't one. They were all grouped around me, blocking me from freedom. There was no answer to this question, no light to this darkness, and no way out. I was cornered.
Creeper reached out a hand, as if going to touch my shoulder or something.
"Please, don't kill me."
I pleaded, blinking a couple of times, looking around the room. They chuckled, and the man in the blue turtleneck seemed to step up.
"Oh, my dear, we wouldn't dare dream of it. We'd like to have you for dinner sometime, first."
The monsters laughed, eyeing me.
"Um, no thanks, not very hungry."
I excused, not getting his actually point. They roared with laughter.
"Now, if I can just, uh, go to my room, I'd be much obliged."
I tried to slip past them, but Creeper stepped in my way.
"Leaving so soon? I thought we should get to know each other, first."
He grabbed my wrist, and I tensed.
"Jason, Michael,"
He ordered, jerking his head in the direction of a man with a hockey mask and a man in a blue jumper with a white mask on. They came towards me, and I tried to step back, but Creeper had his hand in a tight grip on my wrist.
"Please, no, wait, NO!"
I yelled, as Jason and Michael picked me up off of the ground. Creeper let go, and led the way down the attic stairs. I flailed in their grasp, but they were too powerful. My legs kicked only air, and I jerked my head in every direction, trying to get out of their grip.
"LET GO!"
I shrieked, squirming as hard as I could. Cruel laughter replied back to me. They took me down the stairs, and to the living room. Boxing was still on, but the demonic man turned the TV off. Everybody crowded together in the living room. Jason and Michael stopped infront of the couch.
The burned man stepped forward, smirking at me. I stared back, not knowing what to say. He seemed to know that I was utterly, speechless.
"It's rude to stare."
He smirked even more, as I adverted my eyes to the floor below me.
"Frederick,"
Scolded the man with pins in his head. Frederick growled at him, narrowing his eyes into slits.
"Don't call me that, pincushion."
He glared heatedly at him.
"It's Pinhead, thank you very much."
Frederick grinned.
"Well, Pinny, I prefer, Freddy."
He stepped back, grinning at me. Jason and Michael let me go, and I fell onto the sofa, bouncing once on the couch cushions.

I thought it would be interesting to make it to where, Creeper, could talk. Makes the story more exciting and, morbid. Haha. :)