Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

M is for Murder: Males

One: Jamie Webber

Thunder. Pitch black. Crowds of unknown people.

It's the  perfect setting for a horror film - I've watched countless hours of  them, staying up late simply because I've had nothing else to do. They  don't scare me. Well, they don't when I don't feel like I'm part of  them.

Here, the  screams and confusion add to the feeling, bring even more tension to the  already unclear atmosphere. Once the lights flicker back on, the  screams intensify and almost shatter the ornate panes of glass in the  large window. A single girl is responsible for most of the panic, but  everyone goes sheet white when the lights illuminate whatever happened  in the darkness.

Crowds all make  sure to group together around a specific piece of carpet, blocking  whatever it possesses. I can't tell what will be lurking there, but I  can guess it's something horrific. People great the sights with screams,  gasps, even fainting in extreme cases.

Finally giving  into my curiosity, I move away from where the corner I found in the  darkness and towards the groups. People begin to move away, all sheet  white and eyes glazed over as if they have seen something they regret.  It doesn't take long to push through the crowd, because everyone seems  to want to move away once a push jerks them back into reality.

The carpet  feels sticky under my feet, but that's nothing compared to the sight in  front of me. A dead body, a body that has a knife sticking deep into  it's back, a body that is leaking crimson blood onto the elaborate  carpet, a body that is the cause of so much panic, confusion and  uttermost fear.

An ex-guest.

I begin to  realise how the others must have felt. Whilst the image disgusts me, I  cannot tear my eyes from the scene. I feel compelled to look, even  though the image will forever be engraved into my mind. It takes a push  on my shoulder, probably from another concerned guest, before I summon  up the effort to look and walk away.

The panic  continues, but I don't make myself part of it. I've never been easily  scared. Spiders don't bother me, you get used to them when you don't  particulary like dusting. Blood doesn't worry me, unless it's my own. I  can live with ghosts, or aliens, or even serial killers on the loose.  Except, when the fear is real and in such close proximity, then that's  when my heart begin to flutter and I begin to wish I was back home, in  my comfy chair, with the Ashes turned on the television and a cold beer  at my side.

But I'm not  home, I'm here and I'm in a crowd that holds a murderer. It's no use  being in denial, one of these people also at this party has turned to  murder, with or without a motive. I know only two things - it's not me,  and it's not the person that has already become a victim.

I can't trust anyone else.

I hadn't yet  talked to any of the others, which makes this easy. I will treat  everyone I meet the same - guilty until proven innocent.

However,  confronting a maybe-murderer is a terrifying thought, so I make my way  out of the main room. Crowds begin to thin, until I am on my own. Is  being alone the right thing to do at a crime scene?

Eventually, I  find corridors and rooms that have not had lights turned on. No one has  been here, and hopefully no one will come here. Surely, one of the  others will have a mobile phone and will call the police. They can't  just let a murder pass like that.

In fact, why  aren't people trying to escape? Are we locked in, just like the cast in a  horror film? Is there going to be a knock on the door, and a lone girl  opens it while everyone in the audience screams at her?