Teaser for an up coming murder book!
??? pov
Three weeks. Three weeks we've been trapped here.
Five people were dead. Gone. Never coming back.
People we care about.
People we love.
We all sat around the large table. I stood up and slammed my fist down on the table, startling the remaining people, "This is ridiculous!" Ty sighed, "We all know that. And we can't do anything. We're sitting ducks." I hissed under my breath, "Maybe if we just look around some more! The second floor, lets smash open that explore it some more!" A few groans sounded from them. "Fine. Who wants to go, raise your hand!" Jerome yelled. After a few quiet seconds, Jerome raised his hand. Then Jason. Then Bodil. "Alright. It's settled, Sky, Jerome, Jason, and Bodil will go." They all got up, I ran out the room, grabbing the knife. Just in case. "Nah man! That one's mine!" Bodil yelled, grabbing it. I grabbed the smaller one beside it.
We all walked up the steps, after finding them. This place was like a maze. I cringed, seeing a dismembered body down the hall. We all walked up them, me being in the lead. I too two steps at a time, going ahead to find the half that was unexplored. "Sky! Wait up, man! We can't get separated!" Jerome yelled.
"I'll be fine!" I yelled back, running down the hall. "SK-" It was suddenly cut off. I spun around. A grey wall right in front of me. "G...guys!?" I yelled. "GUYS!!??" I banged on it. This. Is. Bad. "Ready to play with the strings, Sky?" A voice echoed from down the whole. I growled and ran down the hall, "COME OUT!!" It laughed, the voice distorted and sounding...almost ripped apart in a way. I stopped, spinning around in every direction. "Come on! Join the game!" Two wooden pieces crossed over each other, appeared in front of me. Empty strings hanging down. "You can be like me! Playing with all the puppets! Or! You can be one!" All the strings wrapped around my body. I screamed in furry and ripped them off. "NEVER!" It laughed again, "You couldn't have just stayed with them!? Now they're all lost and alone! Take, him, for example!" A sudden scream filled the air. A door appeared at the end off the hall. The door slightly ajar. I ran towards it. Slamming it open, I instantly stopped. Jerome....hung from the ceiling by his neck. His neck, arms, and legs were stitched to gather. A smile stitched on his lips, his tongue out in a 'cute' manor. His eyes now black buttons. The strings around his neck, dug in tightly, making blood spill out. "J...Jerome.." I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. Giggling made me spin around. Bodil stood there, a smile on his face. His glasses gone. Reveling bright red eyes....
Who could the puppeteer POSSIBLY be!?
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