John's POV
There was a knock at the door.
"Got it!" I shouted, dropping my xBox controller and running for the door. I whipped open the door and a startled Iris yelled in surprise.
"Oh my gawsh!" she panted, "Calm yourself!" I gestured for her to come in and she did. I closed the door, locked it, sat down on the couch next to Peter, and handed her a controller. "So," Iris said, "what are we playing tonight?"
"Super Smash Bros. for Throwback Thursday." Peter said casually, "Duh." Iris nodded and creamed us both. Hours passed.
It was about 11:30 when Iris had to leave.
"Bye," she chirped, setting a hand on the door knob.
"Oh, its locked," I said. I rushed over to the door and turned.the lock. Or not. "Huh?" I muttered as I attempted once again to turn the jammed lock.
"It's okay," Iris assured me, "I can stay the night."
Suddenly, a strange feeling washed over me, like I was being watched. It scared me, and I saw what I felt appear on both Iris and Peter's faces.
"I don't remember this being here..." Peter was looking at a shelf. On the shelf was old chinaware and a fabric doll with a sewn smile. Peter picked up the doll and looked at it. Lyla, Connor, and Kathy ran downstairs. They looked frightened, like they had seen someone die before their eyes.
"The doll-!" Kathy yelled. She was cut off by all the doors slamming shut, trapping us in the room. Peter yelped and dropped the doll, blood pulsing from his hand. Needles in its torso sucked themselves back into the doll.
It stood up and looked at us.
"Finally," a shrill voice filled the air, "we can begin!"
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The Demon's Game
Paranormal"The rules are simple," Akuma's voice echoed around the room, "Each room contains a different situation you must survive. If you die, you lose. If you find another player, you may continue with them. The only way to continue is to get out alive. You...
