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It was wintertime in Burgess, and Jack and Jamie had just come in from a "To the Death" snowball fight. The two of them were currently flopped over on Jamie's bed, trying to figure out what to do next, considering the fact that Jamie had technically "died", according to Jack.

"Jack?"

"Yes, Jameson?" Jack said with a grin.

Jamie scowled at his nickname, but, nevertheless, continued.

"Have you ever listened to a Creepy Pasta?"

"… A what now?"

"A Creepy Pasta. It's like a scary movie, but you don't have to watch it, you just listen to or read it."

"Um… well in that case no I have not."

Jamie flipped over and grinned at him. "Do you want to?"

Jack hesitated. "Are you sure that your mom would-"

"Mom's not gonna be back for hours, and I know how to get into her computer."

Jack just stared at him.

"Come oooooooooonnn, Jack!

"Well, I guess it's okay, seeing as you're dead and we don't have anything else to-"

"I'm only dead 'cause YOU cheated."

"How dare you accuse me of cheating."

"Jack you got the wind to help you!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Jack you-"

"You're sure that you won't get too scared?"

Jamie nodded enthusiastically, and the two of them headed for the computer room.

- (5 weeks later) -

Jack was flying through Burgess, trying to make a hail storm so that he could give that annoying cat woman down the street a heart attack or something, when he heard a blood-curdling scream.

Jack almost had a heart attack or something when he realized who it was.

"Jamie!" Jack yelped, before zipping of at Easter Kangaroo speeds to his best friend's house. He burst through the window, staff at the ready. "Jamie what is it? Nightmares? The Cat Lady? NIGHTMARES AND THE CAT LADY?!"

Still wrapped up in the covers, Jamie shook his head wildly.

Confused, Jack asked, "Well then… what is it?"

Jamie pointed a shaky finger at the door on the other side of the room and whispered:

"Jeff the Killer is in my closet!"

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