NoEnd House • horror

five.

I nearly jumped out of my skin if that was possible. 

I was still facing the wall, and the voice had come from the middle of the room. The voice was that of a little girl... at least that's what it sounded like. 

I turned around slowly, and my eyes fell on who spoke to me. I was right, a little blond girl, no more than seven years old with light blue eyes and a long white dress. She smiled at me and spoke again.

"But now that you're here, let's play a game."

There was something horrifying about that little girl. She wasn't scary like those horror girls are in those Japanese movies. She looked completely normal. If I saw her walking down the street I would have just walked right on by. 

But looking into her eyes, I felt complete terror. Jumping off of a cliff was scary, but I wouldn't jump off twenty cliffs twice as high if it meant I could take back one minute of looking into her soulless eyes. After a moment of staring, I finally spoke.

"What game? Who are you?" I mumbled.

"If you lose, you die."

"If I win?"

"He dies."

My heart sank somewhere below my feet. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I knew she was telling the truth.

"Which will it be?" She smiled.

"Neither." 

I don't know where I found the courage to talk back to this demon child, but I had come too far to just let David die. And if I died, this was all for nothing. 

No, I chose neither. 

But then I saw it. The reason the little girl terrified me. She was more than just a small child. Looking at her, I also saw what appeared to be a large man, covered in hair, with the head of a ram. It was a horrible sight. I couldn't see one without seeing the other. The little girl stood in front of me, but I knew her true form. It was the worst sight I had ever seen.

"Too bad." 

And with that she was gone. I was alone again, in an empty and silent room. Only this time something was added. A small table where she stood appeared from nowhere, as though it was there the whole time. There was something on it, but I couldn't tell from where I was. I walked up to the table and looked at the small object. 

It was a small razor, like one you would find in an exacto knife. I reached out to pick it up and as I did a scream left my mouth. 

When my hand came into view, I saw something that was never there before. It looked as though something was branded into my skin, a single number 6. I looked back to the razor and noticed the tag attached to it:

To Maggie – From Management

*thought you may need this*

After reading the note, I started sobbing uncontrollably. Tears were rushing down my face harder than they ever have in my life. I had never cried like that and I don't think I ever will again. I fell to the ground and sunk my head into the hard wood floor. I was sobbing for hours, just lying there on the ground. And then the crying stopped and depression set in. 

I don't even know why I was crying. It wasn't about David, it wasn't even about how I was stuck there. There were still no doors in this room, I was still trapped. But that's not why I was sad. I was in the deepest depression possible. Complete and emotionless depression. I felt empty, and clawed my way up from the ground and steadied myself against the table. 

My eyes fell on the razor, and I picked it up. I was going to kill myself. I couldn't handle it any more. I had had it. David was probably dead. I was trapped in here. It was over. 

I pressed the razor against my wrist, right above the 6 that had appeared on my skin. The sobbing came back, and I just stood there, crying with the razor pressed against my wrist. David was dead, I was about to die. 

Nothing mattered anymore, and with one deep cut, I sliced down my wrist.