The Game Of Death

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With my heart thumping in my ribcage, I tried breathing normally, but the air felt thick in the room, preventing me from inhaling normally.

This can't be happening. I saw her in my dream it was supposed to be just a nightmare, but I actually ended up in Mommy's house. Was that an indication? How is it possible?

My thoughts were all over the place. For some strange reason, I wasn't that scared from Mommy it seems like she won't hurt as much as these people are being scared. What's happening to me?

Soon, I noticed Mommy turning around and leaving the way she came. I was confused. What was she intending to do. She knows she is blind, yet she plays hide and seek in a creepy way. What the hell is this place?

Lizzie motioned me to come out as the boys too came out of their hiding places.  "Guys, I don't feel right about this. She never did this before." Lizzie murmured slowly as others seemed confused and nervous as well.

This entire place was screaming danger! But I couldn't help but feel empty. Something doesn't feel right. This unnerving feeling, tugging at my heart, is trying to indicate something. But what? Shaking away my thoughts, I focused on getting to know more about this place.

The more I know about the game, the easier it is to survive. And escape. I looked at people in front of me. They were stuck here, too, like me. Yet they never tried to do anything to escape? There must be an exit somewhere in this house. Maybe far away from the room we are in.

We just have to find it, and then we can leave this hellhole. "There is an escape." The words roll out of my tongue before I could register them. Everyone stilled in the room, Lizzie slowly turned her head towards me with a frown on her face.

"How can you be so confident that there exists one?" Lizzie asked softly, scared if Mommy would hear her. She was right. How could i be so sure? But something made me feel like this is not what it seems to be. This place, this woman, and her creepy games, there is more to all these things.

I couldn't pinpoint exactly what made me feel that way. It was almost similar to a gut feeling. But these people won't believe my gut feelings. I can't make them believe something, I'm not sure myself. And considering they have clearly seen far worse things, I can understand if they think I'm being incredulous.

"I meant, there has to be one, right? Somewhere in this house?" I initiated, presenting my thoughts. "Maybe if we could find somethin–" I was rudely interrupted by a scowling Darren. "Listen here kid, this is not a game house from Halloween where you can just find some clues of exit on a fucking piece of paper or a key in a damn treasure box." By the time he finished, he was breathing right at my face, stating his words clearly and making sure they are imprinted in my brain.

"We have been through this too, and trust me when I say there is no escape. It is a delusion. Do you wanna live? Then follow the damn rules and survive the games." His eyes were dark, and the grey color made them look more intense.

I could feel the sudden rage filling my veins. How dare he call me a kid and speak as if I'm a little dumb 5-year-old girl playing a ghost game. I know they have been through a lot, and what I'm talking about makes zero sense to them. Heck, it hardly makes sense to myself, but I can't explain what I'm feeling.

"I'm not a kid, and I know you've been through a lot of shit but all I'm saying is we can try to find an escape and end this fuckery all at once." I gritted my teeth trying to sound more convincing but unable to prevent the rage flowing out my mouth at their lack of understanding.

I could see Max sighing while raking his hands through his soft locks. And here, Darren took one deep breath, closing his eyes and calming himself down before he lashes out again. He looked at me for a second or two before retreating his steps back to the other corner of the room.

"Look, Riley, as i told you, I have been here for long enough to realize there is no escape. There is no other way to live through it. Other than follow what Mommy orders." Lizzie approached me with a soft voice and assuring smile. But  her eyes held a warning.

Realizing there is no way I can convince them to help me, I nodded stifly. My mind is already working on a plan on how am I going to do it alone. Without anyone knowing. If I manage to find an escape, I will take all of them with me.

And the hunt begins....