Leila's  P.O.V.

My friends were oblivious to the noise. What do I do? Could it just be one of the pastas at the mansion, perhaps there's an emergency there and they just came to get me. Yeah, yeah. that's reasonable. The footsteps grew closer with each passing second. No, there wouldn't be an emergency there. Maybe there is. No, yes, WHAT DO I DO? I panicked and grabbed Jeff and Silva's wrists, then threw them in the pond that's was in the center of the park, away from the trees. Oh no.. I dash over to find that all three of my friends are in the pond. Silva must've grabbed onto Wylie in self-defense.

"What the hell!" Silva exclaimed, wiping her eyes and standing up. Wylie and Jeff did the same.

"I think I hit my head." Jeff said, placing his palm on the top of his head.

"Why'd you take me with you?" Wylie confronted Silva. She only shrugged.

"I got scared." I laughed nervously and they all glared at me before getting out.

"Why'd you throw us in there?" Jeff asked.

"Uh, you two, Silva dragged me with her." Wylie added.

"Uhm.. You see, I .. uh.. was getting claustrophobic?" I said in more of a question form rather than a statement. "I'm sorry."

"Aw, that's alright just give me a hug!" Jeff held his arms out and moved towards me.

"But Jeff, you're still wet." i said backing away.

"I know." He said deviously and ran toward me. I bolted off, struggling to retain my true speed. Wylie and Silva just laughed. After a couple minutes of this going on, Jeff grew tired and we walked to his house.

"Welcome, to mi casa!" He said, opening the door. He lived in a one-story home with 6 rooms, including the kitchen, living room, bathroom, dining room, master and Jeff's room. We walked into his room to reveal that he had a light blue and white sheeting for his bed. He also had a desk with a... a weird looking box thing. And  white dresser. Jeff sat down at the desk while Silva sat on a blue beanbag, and Wylie sitting on the bed.

"Wait guys! We're still not completely dry!" Jeff yelled jumping up and panicking. Silva and Wylie stood up also while Jeff pulled out some temporary clothes they could wear. He gave Wylie some baggy blue sweatpants and black wife beater, Silva some boxers and a white wife beater, while he wore blue seat pants and a black shirt. They then commenced to sit back down in their spots. I only laughed at them.

"What's this, Jeff?" I asked pointing to the box on the desk. He gave me a bewildered look.

"Do you live in the woods or something?" I nodded and this caught Silva's and Wylie's attention.

"Seriously?" Wylie asked. I, once again, nodded.

"That's why she's never seen a movie!" Silva exclaimed flopping back into her bean bag.

"It makes so much sense now!" Wylie said.

"Let's watch a movie!" Jeff told us.

"Which one?" Silva questioned Jeff, peeking at him. He sat up and looked her in the eye.

"'Drag Me To Hell.'" Jeff told us.

"I think we should go easy on her." Wylie said. Jeff merely shook his head.

"She threw us into the pond." Silva said in replacement of Jeff.

"Fair enough." We got what they called 'Dr.Pepper' and popcorn which seemed to give me a slight headache due to the sugar. Throughout the entire movie, I asked various questions. At the end when (SPOILER ALERT) the main character got dragged down through the train tracks, I couldn't retain my laugh any longer. (END OF SPOILER)

"How did you not get scared?" Wylie asked.

"It's my favorite horror movie..." Jeff said, looking down in shame. I shrugged.

"I don't really get scared by anyth-"

"BOO!" Silva screeched behind me. I smiled at her.

"Oh hey, what're you doing?" She sighed.

"You're awesome."

"What time is it?"

"Uh... 5:38." Wylie answered.

"That's great! I can stay for another hour or two!" We smiled at one another before Silva looked like she just remember something and got up to go to the 'computer.' The screen lit on and multiple scenes played.

"Whoa." I said amazed. Silva pulled up a chair for me and sat me down.

"Don't get too close to the screen, you'll mess up your eyes!" Jeff told me, his mouth full with popcorn.

"Ahuh." I said looking at the screen. The screen went black and gray words appeared on the screen.

"What you be on?" Wylie asked.

"The creepypasta homepage." Great...

"Ooh, did you find a new one?" Wylie questioned. Silva nodded.

"There was this one posted, although they don't have a name for this one yet. She sounds awesome. Get this, she uses a sword from an anime. Specifically from Sword Art Online, the Elucidator." An Elucidator? That's my sword! She's not talking about me is she?

"Interesting, continue." Jeff told her.

"Well, it says here that she kills people by slicing them in half. She was said to be in Tennessee and Dakota so far. She's also a ... DUN DUN DUUUN proxy."

"So she follows under Slendy?"

"Yup! Isn't that so cool?" At least I'm cool?

"Yeah, what's her outfit?" Wylie asks.

"It doesn't say, the one person who say her only caught a glimpse, and apparently she was with Hoodie."

"Do you think there's some lovin goin on there?" I rolled my eyes.

"Probably!" Don't act suspicious, do not act suspicious.

"What's a CreepyPasta?"

"It's a 'short story posted on the internet to unnerve the reader.'" Silva informed me, reading off of the web page.

"Do you guys actually think they're real?" I asked.

"Of course!" They all exclaimed at once. They then went into a conversation into who was their favorite. I looked over at the clock. 6:12.

"Shoot! Look at the time!" I said grabbing my backpack. "I have to go guys! Thank you for having me over!" As I was about to leave the room, Silva called out to me.

"Give me your phone number." She told me, pulling out a tiny rectangle from her backpack that looked like a mini computer. None of their backpacks got wet due to them dropping the bags mid-air.

"What's a phone?" She sighed.

"You should've say that one coming." Wylie told her.

"I seriously got to go guys. Bye!" I walked out.

"Later!" I heard them shouting after me. I smiled my devious smile as I felt my sting. Time to kill. I frowned. I need to make a pit-stop at m house first to get my sword. I smiled again. At least it'll b later, then more people are likely to be out, yet less witnesses.

(A/N: Would you like me to kill over Leila's murderous vibes? As in skip over whenever she goes to kill or o you want me to write those in? I'll be going by Majority Rules. Thanks for reading!)