Chapter One: Sophia's Perspective

Disclaimer:I'm not twenty people at once, therefore I don't own any of the Creepypasta characters I'm writing about.

I would like to give half the credit to my partner in writing this story, Thomas, thank you for making this story possible!

Clink! Clink! Clink! I woke up to the soft tapping of something on my window. Befuddled, I threw on my favorite red hoodie and looked outside. There stood TJ, my best friend and neighbor for 14 years, he was throwing pebbles at my window. I frowned, I didn't think he was serious about his suggestion when we were Trick or Treating. I opened the window and called down to him before he could throw another rock, "What are you doing here?" I called in a whisper-shout.

"Come on, let's go!" He replies.

"I can't, my house has security cameras!" I hissed.

"RAPUNZEL, RAPUNZEL, LET DOWN YOUR HAIR" He shouted obnoxiously.

"Oh, for God's sake! Fine! I'll climb down! Just stop screaming!" I whispered desperately.

I opened my window, swung one leg out, and began to repel down the side of my house, "Hurry up! We don't have all night!" He said, quieter than before.

I decided to oblige to his demands, speeding up my descent. That was a bad idea.

About four feet off of the ground, I reached the spot where my favorite foothold used to rest. Unfortunately for me, I thought it was still there. When I reached down for a foothold that no longer existed, I lost my balance. I swayed once, twice, and then I was falling.

I heard a distant BAM! And felt the leaves of a bush beneath me.

"Are you okay!?" TJ cried, concerned.

"Fine. The thorns broke my fall," I replied sarcastically.

He walked over and helped me up. I did a mental once over of my body. Besides a few scratches and bruises, I was completely unharmed.

"Grab your bike! We have to go get James," He said.

I nodded and ran into the garage to get my bike and helmet. James was the third, and most easily scared member of our trio. But he was dependable, and a good friend, and there was no way he was ever going to agree to TJ's idea.

. Despite all this, we biked to his house.

As TJ gained the lead, I followed him. Soon James' house came into view, "How are we going to convince him to come with us?" I asked, catching up to him to ask him the question.

"Oh, I have a few ideas," TJ said, a devilish grin appearing on his face.