~Sarah's POV~

I ran to EJ's door. I knocked on the door and waited. I had something I wanted to tell EJ.

No response.

"EJ?" I called.

Again, no response.

Now I was worried. EJ always answered the door when he thought it was me. Something was wrong.

I swung the door open. EJ's things where wrecked. It looked as if they had been knocked around by someone fighting with EJ. I looked around. My gaze fell on a paper on EJ's pillow.

I snatched the paper and read it. My heart shattered. It was a ransom note from my uncle, Jeffery Manson. Son of Charles Manson.

Yes, Charles Manson as in the serial killer. I didn't like the fact I was related to them. I mean, uncle Jeffery was pure evil. Same with his father. I mean great uncle Charles was the reason Helter Skelter happened.

Great uncle Charles and uncle Jeffery weren't even Creepypastas, and yet they were just as evil as any evil Creepypastas I have ever met! I hated my uncle and great uncle. I didn't know what they would do to EJ, but I was afraid. Afraid they'd kill him. Being a Creepypasta means you had another life.

I looked down at the DVD in my hand. I had made a video of EJ and I for his Deathday present. I popped it into the DVD player.

After watching the DVD, I read the note again.

My dearest niece,

    If you want to see your precious EJ again, you must come home. I will meet you by the treehouse you and I built.

             Yours truly,
                     Uncle Jeffery.