A/N:
-i added a picture that i made of what i think the notebook with the engraving looks like.
-i love reading comments, so please keep them coming!
-also i'm gonna start including an old journal entry of harry's at the beginning of each chapter. You might want to pay attention to the dates and there is some stuff in there that will make sense later on, so pay attention to that and keep that in mind.
February 4th, 2008
It's been a week. I told Liam and Zayn about my plan but they don't understand. I can't tell them everything or the um- the-people? will come after me or make it worse. The-people? I don't know what I should call them. Maybe the voice? Yeah, I'll do that. The voice told me that we started something called a pre-round. I'm not completely sure what it means. A pre-round for what? How many rounds are there? Once the round started he eliminated the option for truth. I read online stories about people who have gone through this and it isn't good. I'm so scared. Hell, I'm terrified. I want this to stop. I'll tell them tomorrow. I have to stop this. I'll block the number! I'll get a new phone number. I'll turn off my cellular. I'll do whatever it takes.
-count: three
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Incoming Call from:
Unknown Number
"Hello?"
"Harry."
"What the hell do you want?"
"I wanted to congratulate you on completing your first task. You up for the second?"
"No, I'm not."
"Too bad."
"Now listen closely..."
Harry froze as he spoke the next few triggering words. 8 haunting letters.
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Harry woke up. He glanced at the metal alarm clock in his bedside table that read 11:38. He scoffed and flickered his eyes.
A pounding headache was breaking through his skull, squeezing his brain. As Harry sat up, a rush instantly gathered in his head. His breathing was slower than normal and his mind was blank.
What happened yesterday?
The green eyed boy searched his brain for an answer yet it remained silent.
After a moment, Harry gathered himself and dizzily stood up from his bed. He dragged his feet across the wooden floors, making his way to the stairs. He grabbed the stair railing tightly and waked down the steps.
While the tea kettle was beginning to boil, Harry opened the cabinets pulling out a mug. Holding it in his right hand, he began walking towards the stove, stopping a moment later.
"Now listen closely..."
"Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you. It is only the first week after all."
"I **** ***.."
"I **** *** ** **** ***** **** ** **** ******** ****."
"Remember, **** *****."
The line went dead.
It came back. His memory.
*crash*
The sound of ceramic shattering against the hard floors filled the boy's ears. Harry stood there in shock. His body was tensed up and his eyes grew wider and wider every second that passed.
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twisted dares - l.s.
Fanfiction"It's like I'm a puppet in some sort of sick, twisted story." A dare. A fucking dare. That's all it took for 13-year-old Harry's life to crumble and shatter into a million pieces. 5 years later, at the age of 18 and a senior in high school, his l...
