Murder House

"I don't know it looks like you're doing the jerk with the door."

I shivered as the voiced asked "Do you wanna play a game?" I wanted to scream no, I didn't want to play the game.

I glanced around looking at Landon and Thomas, we were all locked into place at a large table. Thomas had his arms spread out to his side with blocks over his hands, Landon had some contraption on his face while I had a bomb set up in front of me.

"There are instructions on your tape recorder for how to get out, if you fail, you die. Good luck."

"Do we need the tape recorders? We made these things!" Thomas yelled in pure fear.

"Yes we do because they change. The recorders tell people how to get out in case they come back the senerio changes." I said trying to hit my recorder on so I could hear what I had to do.

Landon got his working first since his was placed in his hands and in veiw.

"To get the mask off you recquire a key that is stitched in to your neighbors side but if you don't get it off in ten minutes the trap will close and you'll die."

"That's sick." Thomas groaned finally reaching his recorder.

"To get out of your hold, you'll need to break your hands with the cement blocks to get out. If you don't get out in five minutes the blade above you will drop. Good luck."

"Wait why do I have less time then you do!?" Thomas yelled at Landon.

"It is probably because you don't need as much time."

I groaned as I kept hitting the wrong buttons on the recorder, I could hit every single one other than play.

"Finally!" I yelled as I heard the wheels start turning to play the recording. I wonder how much time I wasted of Thomas' time by trying to hit play.

"To get out of your hold you must release two pints of blood before the timer runs out, otherwise you and everyone else will be blown to pieces. If you try to get up from the chair before the two pints have been given, the bomb will explode. You have ten minutes, good luck."

"Blood?" I shivered, my number one fear. I hated blood with a passion.

"It didn't say it had to be your blood. I remember this, it feels like its pricking you but really it's just poking you while it fills with red tinted water." Landon said in an unusually calm voice for our predicament.

"So I just stick my hand in?" I asked uncertainly as I slowly put my hand in the open side of the bomb.

It started pricking me instantly, slowly filling with red liquid, but it hurt so bad. It felt like bee stings on every inch of my arm.

"Now, feel around your sides and stomach for the key to get me out so I can help Thomas." Landon said, his voice starting to shake.

"Okay." I nodded as I used my other hand to feel my sides, stamach and back. "I don't feel anything, Landon!"

"It's got to be there Katy, just keep looking."

I kept trying to find it, but to no avail.

"What about that  spot you can't ever reach on your back Katy?" Thomas said, his voice torn by terror. He had three minutes left, and I still had one and a half pints of blood to give.

"How am I supposed to get it then Thomas!?"

"I'll get it." Landon said moving shiftly from his chair, attempting to steady himself afterward from being top heavy.

I felt Landon place his hand just below the base of my neck, patting for the key.

"I found it!" He yelled. "Now put the key in and get this thing off me!" He instructed, handing me the key.

I slipped the key in smoothly and turned until the trap fell off Landon's face and clanked to the floor so hard it set off the trap with a loud bang.

"Go get Thomas out." I ordered as my blood slowly started to fill to the two pint line. Only one pint left to go and Thomas has about a minute left.

Landon ran over to Thomas, and using the same key opened the shackles holding him in place. There was a small click as the cuffs opened and freed Thomas.

"Glad I could convince mom and dad it would be better to have skeleton keys just in case they accidently gave guests the wrong ones."

"Look you can have a smart moment!" Thomas teased with a smile, earning a punch in the arm from Landon.

"Not that this isn't touching, but my machine actually hurts! Get me out of it!" I yelled, mostly in annoyance.

The line was slowly approaching the two pint mark, only a little less than half a pint to give now. My head was starting to feel dizzy, even if it was fake blood I still didn't like seeing it. It even smelled like blood, the same iron rusty smell.

Made me want to gag.

"You're almost out done, with four minutes to spare." Landon said, placing his hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me.

"This is taking too long...." I whined as the pricking stopped and the bombs timer stopped. There was a collective sigh of relief, until the bomb started counting down even faster.

"That's cheating!" Thomas yelled as Landon yanked me from my chair and pushed me toward the door. Three minutes until explosion.

I door was locked, Landon and Thomas yenked hard on the door, bending it slightly but it wouldn't open.

"Open the damn door Landon!" I screamed at the topic of my lungs.

Two minutes left.

"What does it look like I'm trying to do, Katy?" 

"I don't know it looks like you're doing the jerk with the door. Just use the key!!"

 Landon fummbled with the key in his hand, dropping it a few times just making me more nervous, trying to open the door.

One minute left.

Landon dropped the key again. It fell under the table sending Thomas diving for it. He slightly knocked the bomb closer to the edge of the table before tossingthe key back to Landon.

"Landon open the door!"

30 seconds left.

"Landon!"

There was a much welcome click as the door flung open.

"Thank the lor----" I was interrupted by a loud explosion, and a sudden forceful push from the room sending me frailing into the hallway.

I felt someone get on top of me and cover my body with theirs. There was a moment when niether of us moved, we waited until we were sure the dust had settled so to speak.

I felt the weight roll off me, as I flipped over to see the damage. There were little flickers of flames in a blackened room. Nothing survived the blast, the table, chairs and traps gone. Vaporized by the heat.

"It was a real bomb?!?" I yelled in confusion. "Who's bright idea was that? We could have been killed!"

"You won't die yet, you'll be going through a very long night." A new voice sounded from behind me. I felt a shiver travel up my spine as I tried to scurry away from the deep threatening voice, but before I could get an inch away a hand clamped down on to my shoulder.

"You're not going anywhere. Not yet."