You approach the dirty old bed and grab a fistful of the musty, stained sheets, as you lift them up, you gasp.
On the matress, written in dark, deep, blood, was the sentence:
-New rule, adding a Hunter. Have fun!-
What?! What is a Hunter?! You cared not to know, but you let yourself assume it's a very bad thing.
Well, you'll just have to be extra careful won't you?
You lift the mattress and search the wooden frame, but no key.
Darn, that leaves the closet doesn't it?
So, you take a deep sigh, your body still shaking, feeling a little sick due to the bloody writing on the matress.
You try to whisper:
"You're not playing fair..."
And almost immediately you get a response, in the same ethereal voice:
"I am the game creator, I get to break the rules."
And then silence. You just sigh and look at the closet, feeling dread in the pit of your stomach, god knows what'll you find in there after the writing.
You try to untie the bundle of nerves that settled themselves in your stomach and give the closet one last look before deciding to just open it.
This one conjoins with the next chapter, so you get the choices in the next one.
YOU ARE READING
The House (Interactive Story) ✔
RandomYou get to pick how this goes! You should be able to catch on but here's a quick explanation: I write a bit, then give you choices, A and B, and you choose, I'll then write a chappie for each and that's how this will work! Let's see how this goes!
