I stepped inside my house, leaving my bike into the garage. I took the sketch journal inside. I looked around for Keith, if he's anywhere. As I stepped into the living room, I heard a blood-curdling scream.

It was as if it was from a woman. but I wasn't really sure. I looked around, until looking to the left, I saw Keith, on the family laptop. He stared at the screen, with eyes wide open, as if he was surprised by something he saw.

I turned to look at the screen, and saw an 16-bit game being played. Keith seemed to be choosing a character, although there was only three. They were in slots, but two of them were unusable. The one in the middle was useable. The playable characters were familiar. I looked at the first slot, which was a dark character, as if a silhouette with fur, and with bleeding eyes. The character, however, didn't look right. The useable character Keith was about to use was a red echidna character. It took me a few moments to realize the game he was playing when a weird, but terrifying video game laugh came on.

"Keith! Why are you playing that?" I asked him, pulling him away from the laptop, but he was too heavy. He started moving his character, which I found out was Knuckles. The fox character in the character selection was Tails. The other one that wasn't used yet was Doctor Eggman.

Then, on the screen, it started to change. At first, when Knuckles was running on the game platform, the platform became bloody. I know it's a game, but an old game shouldn't behave that way.

I went to the side of the laptop, putting the sketch journal on the laptop desk, and ejected the Sonic.exe disc out of the laptop. Keith just stared at the laptop screen, although it's only showing the wallpaper of the laptop.

"Um, Keith. You alright?" I asked as I waved my hand in front of his face, which got his attention at last. "What? Oh, yeah. Just playing the game. Seems rather funny than odd," Keith told me, sounding more surprised about game, as if having a big interest in it.

"You know that game might kill you. Probably us! I just found out," I said, running to upstairs to check out the journal. As I got to my bedroom, I heard Keith's voice downstairs.

"What's that book thing you have there with you? And also, did you find any information about Sonic.exe?" He asked me. I walked out of my room, going to the end of the hallway and seeing Keith down the stairs.

"It's just a gift from a friend at school," I lied. "And also, that game will kill you if played."

I heard him walking into the living room, turning on the television. I walked to my room, setting the journal down on my desk. I sat down as well, opening the journal. I turned to the first page, which has the words written in black ball-point pen: SKETCH JOURNAL BY MR. CREEPYPASTA.

This kid's the creator of Creepypasta? I thought, turning the next page. It was a sketch of a tall figure. The figure had a dark suit and tie, blank face, and long arms sticking out. He had tentacles coming out of his back. Above him, was a word written: SLENDERMAN.

"Slender Man," I muttered myself turning the next page. The page also had a character too. This one was a teenager, probably looks like it, wearing a jacket. He also had orange glasses, and what seemed to be a bandana. He held a bloody ax in each hand. The words above him: TICCI TOBY.

"Ticci Toby." I flipped to other sketches, showing horrifying characters. "Jeff the Killer, Smile Dog, Ben Drowned, Masky, Hoodie, Sally, Suicide Mouse, Squidward's Suicide, Eyeless Jack, Heartful Lou, Laughing Jack..." Each character I saw, examining each one, interested me a lot. Then as I flipped to a bunch of pages, I saw a blank page.

The last one was Zalgo, but the one I got to was blank. I had no idea how long I was looking through this journal for, so I checked outside the window, nighttime. I looked at my alarm clock, which was 9:03 PM.

"Already?" I told myself. "Glad today is a Friday." I sat down on the chair to my desk, grabbing a pencil. I wanted to create a Creepypasta character, then I'll give it back to the kid, I thought. Then he'll know how much I started to love Creepypasta.

I started drawing, but nothing came in mind, so only one Creepypasta character came up in mind. Slender Man, I thought out, then started drawing the head, which was basically easy. Then the suited body. Then the long arms and legs. Then the tentacles coming out of his back. Easy sketch, but then I heard a soft, but loud noise downstairs.

It was a knock on the front door, then I heard Keith open it. "Um, hello, who are you?" I heard Keith say to the person at the door.

"I'm Eric Knudsen, a friend of Rick's. Anyway, I just want to talk to him, then I'll leave."

"Yeah, he's upstairs. I know he isn't asleep, but still. Anyway, won't you come in?"

"Thanks."

Who is Eric Knudsen? I thought. I don't know a kid named Eric Knudsen. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I decided to look normal, and draw in the journal. As the person came into the room, I almost dropped dead.

It was the kid I met at the park, with the journal I stole from him, well, I wouldn't consist it being "stealing". He stared at me, then came up to me.

"Hey Rick, just came here to ask you something. Have you seen my journal? I checked my pocket and noticed it's gone, so I came here to ask-" Was all he could say before he stopped. He turned his head to his journal on my desk. "YOU STOLE MY JOURNAL?" The kid shouted at me, grabbing it off my desk.

"I just borrowed it, to know more about Creepypasta. And to make a Creepypasta character in your journal," I told him, sounding worried. I have no idea what he's going to do to me. Hang me? Give me the Colombian Necktie? Burn me on a cross? Those sound too gruesome for that to happen.

"Draw in it? Rick, did you draw in this?" He asked me, holding up the journal. I nodded, as my only response.

"Rick, what did you draw in this?"

"Just a sketch of Slender Man, but why?"

He gasped in shock, his mouth hanging out open. He backed away, sitting on my bed. The kid had a hand over his heart, shocked and mostly terrified at the same time. "Why would you draw him? Don't you realize that he's the most evil one of all?" He told me, his body shaking.

"It's just a drawing. What's wrong about that?" I asked, before his journal started shaking again, but this time, more violently. We all stood still, looking at the book.

"Is it supposed to do that? Why is it doing that?" I asked, but the book started shaking so bad, it started shaking off the ceiling and walls, like a bouncy dodge ball. It came flying to the window, crashing through. The glass window shattered, the pieces falling to the floor.

The kid and I looked out the window, feeling the cold breeze blowing on our face. The book landed on the roof, almost falling off. It opened up to my drawn sketch of Slender Man, by itself. I only done nothing, just stood still and watched. The pencil ink started bleeding out like blood squeezing out from a deep cut. The ink started to glow. Not like glow in the dark, but like a beam of light.

The glowing ink started to form into something huge. It formed into something terrifying. Us looking at it, we stood in fear, staring into its blank face.

"It's Slender Man!" The kid shouted as Slender Man jumped off the roof, taking the journal. We looked at each other, cowering in fear.

"What have you done Rick? What have you done?"

Next Chapter: PART FOUR: When The Children Play