Old Mansion

Prologue

It was such a baffling position that Jewel has gotten into. Maybe it was a mistake to attend her best friend's slumber party since it was famous for always playing "Truth or Dare" before going to bed. And if someone was been pointed by the bottle, they would be ask the obvious question of the game; "Truth or dare?" And knowing these people, they would be asking ridiculous questions to the person. She usually find it funny, albeit a bit invasive in some occasion, until...

She is the one who is going to be asked.

Sweat dripped on her temples as her best friend, Jessica, looked at her with a sly look on her face, and the people around her stared at her and the fact that her crush is also staring almost had her soul reeling out in embarrasment. Well, she had a good reason to be embarrassed. Her best friend knew her secret and she could spout it out without any warning, if she wanted to. She regretted telling her that, now seeing that it has been used as blackmailing purposes.

Yes, she knows she needs to stand up against it, but towards to the Miss Popular of the school she attends? Nope, not taking the risk, since it's lucky enough to be noticed by her, even she's superfriendly.

Jessica slowly placed her fingers together, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Well," she mused, "if isn't it darling Jewel that the bottle has been pointed to!"

She hunged her head low, balling her fist on the smooth fabric of her shorts. Pleasepleaseplease, she thought as panic started to flare on her nerves, quickly losing logical thinking. Don'tdoitdon'tdoit...

"Hey guys," she gazed her friends, her emerald eyes glinting mischievously. "What should we ask her?"

One of the guys shrugged. "Beats me. Not too familiar with her than you."

Typical, she thought, snorting.

"Oh!" Gisela raised her hand enthusiastically. "What if you ask her to do something in the weekend? After all, it's our vacation!"

"Goodness, Gis," Jessica laughed. "You always think the best things!"

"Can you just say what you want me to do?" Jewel whined. "I'm getting sleepy."

"Alright, alright," she raised both of her hands up. "Then, Jewel Turner, I dare you to spend the weekend in the rumored haunted house!"

... What.

"Yep! I'm telling you to stay the weekend there! Alone!"

Oh nonononononononooooooo, that's not what she wanted. It's impossible! She'll die in fright! There's no way that she'll--

"Oh look! It's 11 P.M already! Guys, let's go to sleep now." She turned to Jewel. "Hey! Do it, okay?"

Now, she wished she dared her to let her blurt out the name of his crush as a dare...