I sat in the corner of the room with a blank expression on my face. I had folded my knees to my chest holding them in my arms. I guess it was the closest I can get to confort knowing he is taking more people.
I told everyone our vote doesn't matter to him but no one listened. We don't have a say on who is next only he does but yet no one listened. That's why they are all dead. Because they were week. He kept me because I was strong and in his "project" only the strong can make the week stronger. I tried, I really did but they were to scared to listen.
I slowly found there bodies hidden in this old house.There cold lifeless eyes still haunt my memory. Somehow I was the only one who found the bodies. Sometimes they went missing then weeks later I only found them by how smelly and gross there decomposing bodies were. But most of the time the chooser puts them places where I always go in the house. The kitchen, my room, the bathroom, closets, and sometimes under the floor boards or pieces of them scattered everywhere. I heard a sudden creaking noise. The Chooser is here and he is back with a new comer.
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He Chooses
HorrorAngel watched as the whole group slowly died out. One by one they disappeared later to find there cold lifeless bodies hidden somewhere in the old desolant house they all tried to survive in. Now it's time for him to choose more people for his proj...
