I can see fear in Berty's eyes and I know that witch of a person is back.
I look up, no time to turn around. I just stare at the candles, so innocently placed as a memorial of the dead. I feel pain spiral through my lower back.
I scream out with everything I have inside of me and see the candles burn brighter.
I swing round on the heel of my foot, wrenching out the blade from deep inside of my back.
The thing glares back at me as my scream of terror and pain turns to that of a war cry.
"Its just you and me now, GAME ON!" I wail at her, bringing the knife down onto what's left of her head, my eyes squeezed tightly shut.
I open my eyes and see her scrawled across the floor. She quickly gets up, the knife sticking out the top of her head.
The room dims as some candles go out.
Maybe she's weak, or even, gaining power from them?
I don't know what will happen.
She stumbles towards me, very off balance, a slow hand takes out the knife from her head.
She's going to drop the knife.
Her face looks calm.
I relax.
Then I realise, as she pulls back the knife and her body ready to attack, that she's been faking.
A massive blow as she shoves me backwards, the blade once again entering my flesh.
I'm thrown back in slow motion. "I'm sorry" I whisper to no one.
The last thing I see is Berty crawling to the door, mostly rested and recovered, she's looking away.
She doesn't want to see me die.
No no, that's stupid, Isn't it?
At least one of us will escape.
And that's when I crash into the wooden chest of drawers with all the candles amounted on them, the flames licking me as soon as i do.
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Candle Lit
МистикаA game of dares between isolated friends leads to two of them entering a bordered up, old, abandoned house. Will something go wrong??? If so, will anyone notice them??? Is their friend really their friend??? Read Candle Lit to find out.....
