i never took interest in world history. learning about Mongolian tribes and silk road trades wouldn't help me become a real estate agent, so i just passed by with a C-. one day, however, something struck my interest. an area in my town was called "the devils playroom". it's an area that's said to be in a different time zone from the rest of the world. every day is normal until 3 am hits, and that one area changes. no one really knows what happens, since it's practically the Bermuda triangle on land, but i could sure as hell find out. it's rare that history peaks my interest, so i'll give this a shot. i had no friends at this dreary and lonesome school, so i went alone. that night i had the coordinates to the devils playroom. i got home and my mom was washing dishes, as she always is. i ran upstairs and set my alarm. 3 am sharp. roughly 9 hours later, that stupid loud alarm went off in my ear. i sprung up and shut it off. i tip toed out of the house, and there began my travels. i was gonna start my journey at my school, since the coordinates given where from there. i went to my campus, and read the coordinates. "3.00 e 2.45 s". i didn't even know what that meant, but i figured 3 miles east and about 2 and a half miles south would do. i found myself walking the dark streets of my town alone for an hour. i hummed a little song to myself to keep my mood up. eventually i was just left with half a mile, and i was so ready. i even ran a little to speed up the process. weirdly, i ended up near my house. i stopped and almost yelled in frustration. i fucked up the coordinates. it was 2.45 w. that's west. i crumpled the paper and walked west. now 5 miles to go. more humming. more walking. 5 long and horrible miles later. guess what. i ended up at my fucking house again. what the hell? i sat on my porch and thought about it. am i just fucking with myself? did i mess up west again? how did i go forward and end up where i came from? my house isn't the devils playroom. i sighed and checked my phone. 3:59. cool almost morning. wait.. 3:59? i walked for at least 2 hours. just as the time changed to 4, the sun rose. it doesn't rise until 6. i felt weirded out and i ran inside. my mom was washing the dishes. "mom? why are you up?" i asked, hesitantly. she kept washing the dishes. "mom?" i tugged at her arm and she turned to me. her eyes stayed on the sink and she kept scrubbing away with one hand. i yelled and pleaded for her to stop, but she wouldn't stop. i turned her face towards me, but she didn't even blink. i hit the sink, and water spewed everywhere. my mom collapsed. her eyes stayed on the sink. i backed away. my hands were wet and i wiped the water off onto my pants as i ran to my dads office, where he sat with a gun. "dad, mom fell i dont think she's ok" i said in one breath. he stood up and held the gun to his head. tears dropped from his face as he pulled the trigger, right in front of me. he fell, and blood leaked from his head and mouth. i fell to the floor and let out a gasp. i ran out of my house and into the street. a car approached me, and i watched the car as it slammed into me, smacking my head open on the pavement. the next day, a report was made. "Boy brutally attacked and killed both his mother and father in the "devils playroom" area of san diego. report states that he savagely attacked and ripped his mother apart and shot his father, ultimately killing them both. he then was said to run in the street, covered in blood, where he commited suicide by car collision. estimated time of death: 3:00 am.
