A/N: picture of Ben's knife up there.

----- Siren's POV ----

"This is weird... We've been walking on the same trail for 5 minutes now, and we still haven't found the others."

Ben stopped in his tracks looking around his surroundings. He didn't seem worried, but he had a look on his face. "What's wrong?" Ben ignored what I said and kept looking around.

This is really creepy...

"Ben!" Ben looked over to me and shushed me. "Shh... Siren be quite." I shut up and looked around me uneasily. Ben suddenly froze in place, as if he saw something terrifying. I walked over to him, I reached for his hand and whispered, "Ben... What's wrong?"

"This is bad... This is really bad.... How is this possible?!" Ben said as he gripped my hand. I started to become a little frightened. "Ben, what's going on? Please tell me!"

Ben quickly covered my mouth and stared at another path close to ours. The moment The bush started rustling he quickly teleported us in the tree above us. Ben looked down with a very grave look. As we saw some figures approach, Ben reached for his pocket.

"It's so weird, look at this!" One figure said. He had on all black but had a blood trail from where he was walking. "These footsteps just stop here." Another figure that looked like a really scary version of the rake showed up next to him and said, "Well, can you tell who's footsteps they are?"

I looked over to Ben with a terrified look.

Ben took out of his pocket a small knife. Ben lets go of his hand on my mouth and whispers in my ear, "stay here.... Don't move.... I'll take care of it." I grabbed Ben's arm and whispered, "What's happening? Ben!" Ben shushes me and says, "Shhh! It's fine. Your fine. Just please stay here."

Ben hops down from the tree catching their attention. "Well... Look who we h-" Before the man in all black could finish, Ben threw his knife at the mans throat. Thick blood gushing down the mans neck, staining his shirt as Ben takes the knife back out. I looked away due to how gory it was.

After the screams stopped, I looked down to see both of their bodies on the ground creating a bloody puddle. Ben wipes some of the blood of his chin and looks up at me. To be honest with myself... I was scared. Not of the men, but of Ben.

Ben looked really scary. Like a murder straight out of a horror film. "Siren? A-Are you okay?" Ben stared at me with a concerned look. "S...Siren?" I nod without saying a word. Ben's expression changed to a scared look. "S-Siren! p...please don't be mad at me." I looked back at him and said, "W-Why would I be mad? ...You saved me... I guess." Ben kept his expression while yelling, "Please come down! Siren! Siren! A...Are you afraid of me?" I shake my head and say, "N-No... I'm afraid of heights... I told you that before didn't I?" Ben chuckled with a slightly faked smile. 

He teleports up and brought me down. I step out of the puddle of blood quickly. Ben watched me with an uneasy look. "W-We should probably find the others now..." I say looking down. "Y-yeah... Um I don't think thats a good idea."

"Why is that?" Ben rubs some of the blood off his hand onto his pants. "I-I don't know what's going on, but its obvious its not safe here... Its just really strange..."

"B-But I-" Ben interrupts me. "Siren. These people right here are Creepypastas." I look up and say, "W-What?" Ben brings his hair back and says, "I-I don't know either... I thought me and the others were the only ones... But I can only sense Creepypastas. And if these people were humans, than it would've been a lot easier to kill them..."

"You don't think Alex created more do you?" Ben sighs and continues his thought, "But I killed them... You cant kill a Creepypasta... Can you?"

"Ben, Do you think Alex created these people while he was gone?"

"No... Alex wouldn't make people like this.... B-But alex is the only Creepypasta creator! More than one would cause havoc all across the world... Alex is the only Creepypasta creator... R-Right?"

A/N: Sorry about the long hiatus. I'm also sorry for not telling you. But I'm going to try write more chapters now that summers almost over.