You take a deep breath as you turn the handle. "One...two...three." You push open the door and, with your eyes shut tight, step inside.
"AAAAAAAAGGHHH!" You let out an ear-splitting shriek as you fall into a giant put. "WHAT?!! HOW- I- WHY DID YOU LEAD ME IN HERE??!!" You scream at the ceiling. The phone rings again. "AAGH!" You angrily throw the phone across the room.
You sit down for a few minutes with your arms around your legs in the fetal position. You rock back and forth for a while before getting up and making sure you didn't sprain or break anything. Somehow all you got were a few bruises and scratches. After a while you pick up the phone and click voicemail. "Find a way out." "Realllll helpful there bud." you say sarcastically as you begin looking for a way out. You contemplate trying to climb the walls, but notice the only ledge is the open doorway. You think about digging, but realize there's nowhere to dig to.
You look up at the 'sky' and notice a vent on the ceiling. "About 50 feet up." you mutter under your breath. The phone rings again. "That's...unusual for it to ring that much..." You click on the voicemail. "Need a hint?" And then, so quiet you can barely hear it, "It'll cost you." "NO WAY!" you shout, not wanting to know exactly what it might cost you.
An hour later, you give up. "Yes. Yes, I want a hint." you say defeatedly. You wait for the phone to ring again, and when it does, you try to press "answer". Your finger freezes before hitting the button. "What?" you say while looking at your frozen finger. The call drops, and you can move your finger again. You don't question it, and listen to the voicemail. "Look behind you." You turn, and find a very long ladder leading straight to the vent. "What the..." once again, you don't question it and head up the ladder. "Vents, here I come..." you whisper.
End of chapter 3
A/n: finally! Chapter 3 is copied. Sorry it took so long, some things happened. Anyway, time to brainstorm for chapter 4...rip
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"Mind Games"
HorrorYou wake up in a metal room with blood on your head and no memory of how you got there. Then, the phone rings. Then, it stops. Then, there's a voicemail. Then, you know you have to fight to survive. °°° There's no...
