A Little Bit Of Hell

Chapter 3

Carol's POV

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I give Ruthie a hug before I get into my car, saying goodbye to here. I feel uncomfortable leaving her alone for a year, shes only sixteen, but shes mature, and I spoke with Matt and Damien, they promised to look after her. She'll be fine. Shes a smart girl, I can trust her not to do anything stupid. "Goodbye, sweetie." I say, leaning out the window. "I'll call you when I get to Brisbane." She smiles. "Okay. Bye mum. I love you." She says. I can tell shes worried, and I'm worried to. "I love you to. Bye!"

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Ruth's POV

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I sit on my bed, staring at the greyish cartridge in my hands, with "Majora" Written in black permanent marker on it. It had come in the mail surprisingly quick. it usually takes three to four days when I order things like this, but this only took a day. I stand up to boot it up, but then I think;
Maybe I should wait till I'm with the other three, it'll be more fun with them around. Dont ask me why.
I really don't want to spend the night alone, I hate being alone at night.
Rue, Savannah and I are going to Charlie's house for the night.
Rue and Charlie's mother died in an elevator during a blackout about six years ago, and their father committed suicide a month after, and they both live with one of there brothers. Rue lives with Matt, and Charlie lives with Damien. Matt and Damien legit hate each other, so they never see each other. Matt used to go to collage, but he dropped out after their mother died to help look after Rue, and moved in with Rue after their dad killed himself. I grab my bag, and walk outside. I text Rue.

Can u give me a lift to Charlie's?

She texts back a minute later.

Sure :) I'll be there in 5

I wait. She drives down the long, muddy driveway on her dirt bike.
"Hop on." She says. I get on, and we drive down the long back road to Charlie's house. It's illegal to drive a dirt bike on road, but its not like a cop is going to drive down this road anytime soon. Besides, not many people use this road. Our family's were good friends, I've known them both my whole life. Our family's were rich. And I mean rich, as in we both owned mansions. After Their parents died, the only thing they could afford to keep was the mansion. Mainly because it was already payed off. They sold theirs, and both brothers split the money. They bought a house each, not quite a mansion, but still fucking huge. We still call them "mansions" Though, because we're in the habit and their close enough anyway. We arrive at Charlie's Mansion And walk up to the front doors.

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Waking up the next morning, I've forgotten about the game and gone on as usual, until I get home and start to empty out my bag. The cartridge falls out. I boot it up on my computer and realise, just like in Jadusable's blog post, there is a save file titled "BEN", which creeped me out a little. Maybe Jadusable just put that there as a fear trigger, or maybe he got the game exactly as he said, saw the save file, and decided to make his bullshit story out of it. There's still doubt. As a joke I made a file and titled it "RUTH". Just like Jadusable said, the game ran smoothly except for a few textures where they shouldn't be and things like that. But what creeps me out more then seeing the "BEN" save file, is that just like in his post the game would sometimes call me "BEN" instead of "RUTH". Maybe that was something he decided to make his post off as well. Or maybe he hijacked the game to do that as another trigger. Its still creepy, though. After seeing this I get an idea, and go to delete the "BEN" save file. I smirk slightly at this. Surely Jadusable didn't think to go this far with the triggers, right? I go back to my game and continue playing. And then I notice it. Like in his post, instead of saying "BEN" or "RUTH", it shows nothing. I frown. Thats it. I'm done. I get up and unplug the console, not even bothering to turn the game off. I realise how dark it's gotten, and walk around the house turning ALL the lights on, instead of off. I turn the security system on, make sure the cameras are working, and go back upstairs to sleep. Before I go to bed, I check for my 22. Caliber under my bed. Its there. I'm safe. From what? I don't know. Something doesn't feel right.