The spirit looked at the statue of a knight, holding his sword in his stone hand. It muttered a few words, and the knight slowly came to life. The stone cracked as he moved around. He ripped his feet from the podium he stood on and stepped down.
"What do you wish of me, master?" the knight asked, without his mouth moving.
"You will serve me well, my knight. Be prepared to kill one of the guests," the spirit said, "they will arrive soon. Until then, you must wait."
"Yes, master," the knight stood back on the podium and waited for the guests to arrive.
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Escape The Night - Season 3
Fanfiction"I don't remember much about what happened. All I remember was waking up in a coffin with the crown on my head." Joey Graceffa has survived two deadly dinner parties, and has no intention to live through another one. However, he received a letter fr...
