Steal a soul

Warning: Everything you're about to read is true, but if you believe it or not. Well that's up to you. I trust you'll make the best decision.

When I was younger my brothers and I played a game. One when you have to keep a band or coin or what you're playing chip whas in the game on you at all times.

My oldest brother Dimitri didn't believe the game so he throughout his playing chip, which was a small bat ring like the ones that you get at Halloween. I found him hanging in his closet that vary night with one end of the belt around his neck the other, the hanging rod his body swaying not four feet off the ground.

My second eldest brother, Emmett, lost his playing basketball. He was found face down in the town river. His playing chip was a rock with a koy painted on it.

Ander, the middle child, lost his while bungy jumping. His was a eagle feather tied to a red thread. It snapped and his bungy cord broke. They said the rope broke as if it'd been cut, an even slice through.

Lastly there's us my brother, Theodore, and I, Helena.

Now I guess it's a good time to tell you the game. It's called Seal a soul.

You need five people first.

Then you have to wait for a full blue moon.

All of you must chant

" Sell your soul,

Steal a soul,

Reaper forever more,

Steal the soul of another,

Sell your soul for your brother,

Reaper's at your door."

Each of you eldest to youngest first then once all together.

My brother understood it. The way to break the circle. Steal the soul of another (kill another person). Sell your soul for your brother (kill yourself to save our brother).

Now it's time to explain. I'm the youngest. You should understand if you've been paying attention, my brother Theodore is the next to die.

I've had two bodies laying around me a single bullet to the head of each.

The cops are questioning me. My brother had saved me after twelve years of therapy and so many equations and passable outcomes this had never been in the list.

The trial of my murdering comes and goes and at this moment I sit in jail for my first day. They took my bracket, my chip. The first day of the past twelve years without that band. Let's see if my brother was right and I didn't kill him with no reason.

Some things you shouldn't do when you're siblings names in order spell

D.E.A.T.H.

I hope you make the best decision.

                              - The Reaper