A Dare for Truth

51 5 6
                                    

"Dad, where are you?" I say. I've just come back but he's not home. The lights aren't on and there's an eerie silence about the house. I stumble across the hall with my luggage.

Suddenly there's a ringing followed by a voice I've never heard before, "Truth or Dare?" It's nerve-chilling and I stand motionless for a second

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

Suddenly there's a ringing followed by a voice I've never heard before, "Truth or Dare?" It's nerve-chilling and I stand motionless for a second. "W-who is it? What sort of joke is this?" I stammer. The voice comes from a speakerphone.

"The rules are: No turning on the lights. Else it won't be fun. No using your phone. And no running away or a terrible punishment shall await you. Truth or dare?"

The word 'truth' rings in my ear

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

The word 'truth' rings in my ear. I'd been acquitted but no one understood. "D-Dare."

"Be level-headed or else.... Look for the colour you have your hand tainted with. Be careful not to bump into any vampires." He chuckles.

I panic but after a while, I find myself running towards the painting room

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

I panic but after a while, I find myself running towards the painting room. My dad likes to paint and that's probably what the colours are referring to.

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
A Dare for TruthWhere stories live. Discover now