Countless doors. Endless corridors. Looming staircases. And no escape. This was the life I had grown accustomed to, but all things come with a twist. Hide and seek for life. Haunting nursery rhymes were sung in that sickly sweet voice that controlled my life. The only thing keeping me alive now was fear. Not something as simple as a fear of spiders or heights, but a terror so strong it could drive one mad. Only the strong survive. But the problem was boredom. One must keep HIM entertained or else HE will find a new doll. "Out with the old and in with the new. Ready or not, here I come!" To HIM, the games were everything. The point of the game. Run. Hide. And stay alive at all costs. HE was not one for rebels. The punishments were horrendous if HE found you. Good luck and may speed go with you. HE'LL come for you. Ready or not.
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Ready or Not
HorrorMy favorite game as a child has now become my worst nightmare. Hide and Seek. (my first horrorish story so it will probably be terrible)
