Escape The Night

Part 1 - The Arrival

"Free Cruise! Free Cruise to Spain!"

Rosé walked along the pier and sees a man, dressed up in a handsome pirate outfit.

"How strange..." She thought.

The man handed her a mysterious letter.

"and she opened it, and sat on a bench. She read it, whispering.

"Dear Letter Receiver,
We have chosen you specifically to participate in an escape room, based on a cruise ship. It is part of a social experiment for a new and upcoming television channel, "Mial". We are a French based company which specialise in escape rooms and we are delighted to have you onboard, if you choose to accept.

See you at 7PM sharp, right at the end of this very pier. We look forward to seeing you soon.

- Mial"

Rosè had no choice to accept the invitation. She had a passion for escape rooms, and even though she considered the fact that this could be dangerous and a trap, as the adrenalin junkie she was, accepted.

Rosé zipped her tight white dress up and placed on her heels of the same colour. She curled her jet black hair and applied the bright red lipstick to her lips. She swung a black handbag over her right shoulder, containing her phone, the invitation, and an apple in case she got slightly peckish. She locked her door, placed the keys in her bag and got in her car.

*

As her Porsche rolled up to the pier parking lot, she noticed a few other people dressed up and walking toward the end of the pier. There, floating in the water was an astounding 40-foot yacht with endless port windows, balconies and chandeliers. She also noticed several security like cameras placed in the walls.

"Must be for the television." She thought.

Rosè parked her car and walked across the pier to the yacht. A butler was waiting for her.

"Do you have an invitation, ma'am?" He asked.

Rosé happily handed it over, and the butler lead her onto the ship.

The main living area of the yacht was not yet inhabited by any other guests yet, she was the first one aboard. She head the squeak of the cameras focusing on her. Her self conscious instincts kicked in, and she prayed someone would arrive soon so she wouldn't be the center of attention. Like the cameras had read her mind, she heard the butler's voice and then footsteps.

A tall, smart man stood there, dressed up in a classy tuxedo with quiffed blonde hair and nerd style glasses. He approached Rosé, with a slight grin on his face.

"Hey, you must be here for the TV? I'm Marco." He reached out to shake Rosé's hand, and she shook his back.

"How fancy," She thought.

"What a gentleman."

"Hey. I'm Rosé." She replied.

Marco sat down next to her, and a conversation began.

"So, what brings you here? Why did you want to come here?" He asked.

"Well, it was mainly just because I needed something to do. It may sound sad, but I don't have much friends here in America since I came from London." She explained.

"Ah." He exclaimed, understanding. "That'll explain the posh accent."

The cameras turned to face the opposite way as footsteps were heard, again. A blonde, Barbie style girl stood there, wearing a neon pink dress with the exact same white heels as Rosé.

"This bitch has the same heels as me." Rosé whispered to Marco.

"Hiiii guyssss!!!" The mystery girl shouted, excitedly. "I'm Beyoncé!" She said, running in her heels to them.

"Hey, I'm Marco, and this is Rosé." Marco introduced them both.

They all fell into deep conversation, and the cameras focused on them.

"So, do you think this is all of us coming tonight? I mean, we've been chatting for at least thirty minutes and no one else has arrived." Beyoncé questioned.

Just like magic, a note floats down from the balcony above the guests.

"Bitch! What the heck!" Beyoncé screamed.

Rosé grabbed the note, and read it aloud.

"Dear guests,

This is the start of our party. You three have been introduced to each other, but six more guests remain trapped somewhere on this boat. Your first mission is to find them, and return them to this lounge, which will act as your safe space, where nothing can get you..."

"Safe space? Why would we need a safe space?" Marco asked.

"I don't know. But we need to find the other six guests!" Beyoncé exclaimed.

"Should we split up and look?" Rosé asked.

"Have you not seen horror movies? That's the worst thing to do in this situation." Marco smirked.

They all searched together, Beyoncé holding Marco tight. They search the top deck and find nothing. There is only three decks onboard, so they know the only deck they haven't checked is the bottom deck.

The basement.

"No one likes the freaking basement!" Beyoncé shouted, gripping Marco slightly tighter.

Slowly, they all venture down into the basement, and they are stopped in their tracks by an ear-piercing scream.