Drapetomania | Creepypasta

5.

august 15, 2017

Standing outside Emily's imposing house, I couldn't help but feel a wave of apprehension washing over me. The grandeur of her home was beyond anything I had imagined, with its elegant architecture and well-manicured gardens. Doubt crept into my mind, gnawing at my confidence like an insistent whisper. *Could this really be the right address?*

I stood there for a moment, surveying the opulent surroundings, my hesitation growing with each passing second. The evening sun cast long shadows across the pristine driveway, creating an almost magical aura around the place. It was a stark contrast to my modest home, and I couldn't help but feel a bit out of my element.

But I had come this far, and I couldn't let my insecurities hold me back. With a deep breath to steady my racing heart, I finally mustered the courage to approach the imposing front door. My hand trembled slightly as I reached out to knock, my knuckles making a hesitant sound against the polished wood.

The seconds that followed felt like an eternity, filled with the anticipation of what lay ahead. Would Emily answer the door? Would I be greeted with a warm smile or awkward silence? The uncertainty was almost suffocating.

As I waited, the evening air carried the faint scent of blooming flowers, and I couldn't help but admire the grandeur of the house once more. It was a stark reminder of how different our lives were, yet it also represented the opportunity for something new and exciting.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing Emily's welcoming smile. The relief that washed over me was palpable as I stepped into her home, leaving behind the doubts and insecurities that had plagued me just moments before.

Emily's home was as luxurious on the inside as it appeared on the outside. I was met with a spacious foyer adorned with elegant artwork and a sparkling chandelier that hung from the high ceiling. It was a world away from the cozy, familiar surroundings of my own home.

"Y/n, you made it!" Emily's cheerful voice broke through my thoughts as she led me further into her house. "I'm so glad you're here."

I couldn't help but smile back at her enthusiasm. "Thanks for inviting me, Emily. Your house is amazing."

She beamed with pride. "Yeah, my parents do like to show off a bit," she admitted with a playful wink. "Come on, let me introduce you to the others."

As Emily led me through the house, I couldn't help but notice how spacious it was, and how every detail seemed to reflect her family's wealth. It was like stepping into a different world altogether. We entered a bright, airy living room where three other girls were already gathered.

"Girls, Y/n, made it!" Emily announced. "She's joining our sleepover tonight."

The girls turned their attention to me, and I suddenly felt a pang of nervousness. i have had conversations with them briefly before, but this was the first time I was meeting Lucianna, Maya, and Olivia outside school. They all seemed friendly enough, but I couldn't help but wonder how I would fit into their group.

"Hi, Y/n!" Lucianna greeted me with a warm smile, her fashionable outfit making her stand out. "Emily's been talking about you by all night. We're so excited you could make it."

Maya, who had a polaroid camera slung around her neck, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, It's nice to finally see you outwith school."

Olivia, engrossed in a book, glanced up and smiled politely. "Welcome. Feel free to make yourself comfortable."

Their warm reception eased my initial unease, and we settled into conversation as we awaited the start of our sleepover adventure. Emily seemed her bubbly self, though I couldn't help but notice a subtle unease in her eyes that she tried to conceal with excitement.

As the evening unfolded, we shared stories, played games, and laughed together. It was a stark contrast to my usual routine, and I found myself enjoying the company of these girls more than I had expected. The differences in our backgrounds seemed insignificant as we bonded over common interests and the simple joy of being together.

As the evening at Emily's sleepover unfolded, the atmosphere grew more relaxed and carefree. The initial awkwardness I felt had melted away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie with the girls.

Our conversations soon turned to the latest gossip and rumors swirling around our school. We laughed and shared stories about classmates, occasionally adding our own humorous twists to the tales. It was surprising how this shared gossip brought us closer together, as if we were bonding over our mutual experiences in the school's social scene.

Maya, always with her camera nearby, suggested we take some photos to commemorate the night. With Emily's house as a backdrop, we posed for pictures, capturing candid moments and silly expressions. Maya's photography skills ensured that we had some beautiful shots to remember our time together.

Later, we decided to experiment with makeup. Olivia, with her bookish charm, demonstrated her proficiency in applying makeup, and we eagerly became her canvas. It was a lighthearted experience, filled with laughter and playful critiques. I couldn't help but appreciate how each girl's unique personality and sense of style came through in their makeup choices.

As the evening wore on, our appetites grew, and we decided to order pizza. We huddled together in the living room, devouring slices of cheesy goodness while watching funny videos online. The shared laughter and the simple pleasure of indulging in pizza together made me feel like part of a close-knit group of friends.

As the night wore on, and the moon hung high in the sky, I couldn't help but reflect on how this sleepover had opened up a new world of possibilities. The fears and uncertainties that had plagued me earlier in the day had given way to a sense of belonging and the excitement of forging new friendships.

"Hey, Emily, it's getting close," Olivia remarked, her gaze shifting toward the clock that hung on the wall. It was a subtle signal, one that I soon learned marked the beginning of a weekly tradition deeply woven into the fabric of their sleepovers. My curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited.

Sensing my confusion, the girls, ever so friendly and welcoming, ushered me closer. I felt like I was on the edge of some secret, and it both intrigued and intrigued me. Emily, in her bubbly fashion, excused herself momentarily to retrieve something, leaving me there with the others, my curiosity growing with each passing second.

As I observed the girls, it became apparent that they were all in on whatever was about to happen. In unison, they pulled out their phones and began the deliberate process of powering them down. It was like a synchronized dance, one that they'd clearly done countless times before.

The room soon fell into a hushed silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the wall clock. It was as if we were all holding our breath, waiting for some magical moment to unfold. I followed suit, powering down my phone as well, not wanting to feel left out in this mysterious yet strangely comforting ritual. Together, we sat in anticipation, a sense of togetherness growing among us as we awaited Emily's return, wondering what this tradition held in store.

Emily reappeared with a wooden box, setting it down in the center of our little circle. My heart skipped a beat as she gingerly opened it, revealing the contents within -