'Murder House' Game

I want to start by saying that it was an accident. My friends and I... it was just a game, I promise. A twisted one, yeah, but harmless. I have to clarify this fact, not only for you, the reader, but for myself as well.

It was one of those days when you are bored out of your mind. The kind where you start looking for something, anything really, to do. Being stuck in the small town of Brownsboro, it didn't leave many options.

There weren't any movie theaters, fast food places, or anything teenager related. There was a park, but it was usually used for drug deals. So with nothing left to do, naturally you begin to come up with new things to help occupy your time enough to keep from gouging out your eyes.

It was on one of these days, as I said before, that my friends and I were bored out of our minds, and decided to play 'Murder House'. We were all pretty fucked up in the head, ok? So a game like this, well, it wasn't exactly something uncommon for us to think up.

The rules were simple- don't get caught. We each carried a knife (yes, a real one), that we chased the others with. When you caught someone, you had to make a small tear in their shirt, or a little scratch on their arms with the blade. Like I said, we all were a little fucked up in the head. The person who makes it to the end with no cuts or tears, well, they win. They are declared the murderer and the others their victims. The tricky part? It was played in the dark, no flash lights, and no way out. There would be a little light from the moon, for we always seemed to play Murder House at night, filtering through the windows, but that was all. A fucked up game, but a game nonetheless.

Well, this day had been pretty uneventful. The only excitement was the sleepover at Lara's house, and the fact her parents were out of town, so we could stay up as long we wanted without waking up an angry parent. Sure, most kids would throw parties, or drink booze, or hire a hooker like in the movie 'Risky Business', but no, we weren't normal. So, unlike the rest of our generation of teenage girls, or the young and handsome Tom Cruise, we decided to play our fun, fucked up game.

There were four of us, total. Lara, the generous hostess. Mariana, our sarcastic and 'always talking shit' comedic relief of the group. Then there was Elizabeth, a sweet pixie like girl with homicidal thoughts and weird ideas that always got us into trouble that basically was the embodiment of Tinker Bell's evil twin. To be honest, I believe it was even her idea to play Murder House in the dark. And lastly, there was me. A 5'2 strawberry blonde girl with a nice outward appearance, until I got around my friends and the dark humor and crazy thoughts came out. We all were the best of friends, a fact that could not be doubted by anyone who knew us, or by ourselves for that matter. We were like a small, happy little fucked up family.

"Well, which one do you want, Marie?" Lara had asked, pointing to the arrangement of kitchen knives on the counter. Lara already had her's, and Mariana and Elizabeth were busy locking the windows and doors.

I took the one with a plain white handle, the blade long and wide. "This one is alright..." I said, drawing my finger across the sharp edge, ever so slightly managing not to break the skin of my fingertip.

"Ugh, Marie, I was gonna pick that one!" Elizabeth whined,  stepping into the kitchen, her short black hair disheveled from running her fingers through it. She always did that whenever she was excited or had one of her crazy ideas. She had changed into a pink oversized shirt that wouldn't be missed if one of us tore it with our knife in the game.

Mariana followed behind her, arms folded across her chest, her braid of chestnut brown hair on her shoulder, the end of it reaching her waist. She had on an older school shirt of Lara's that was too big for any of us. It was practically a parachute on Mariana, who was my height.