Never Have I Ever

Prologue

When they first started the game, six months ago, nobody knew how it would end; at least, it didn't seem like it - but someone always would afterward, it was an elaborate scheme thought of by a brilliant mind none would have expected or presumed of its capabilities.

One of our number had been in the original game, the one where all this disaster began in a split-second decision.

Three of our number had been in the second game, where it started to seem like more than a coincidence, their names were Sam Belcourt, Chelsea O'Callahan and Mason Thomas.

Six of our number had no idea what they were getting into when they followed the remainder of the first group into the game, their names were Cecelia Montgomery, Jackson Fields, Ember Hayes, Thomas Highsmith, Camila Castillo and I, Seraph Daelynne.

Three of our number stood to play again, and they had no choice in the matter. We had to bring in another six to play in the same location, or they too would die.

Nine kids played every game, in different locations throughout the house of memories; the first group played the dining room, the second the room affectionately named ‘the den’ and the third in the garden. Before their arrival, each room conveniently held the correct amount of seating, and it was enough to tip the scale which was noticeable once you had made the connection, but not before, and that was enough to terrify the players.

This is the story of the third game, the one where we knew what was happening yet were powerless to stop it. I will tell the tale as it happened, with the thoughts of the moment.

Sit tight. It's going to be a bumpy ride.

But remember, they were never playing the game, the game was always playing them.