The Devil's Game

Chapter twelve

It was quarter after two the next day, Hudson driving us both to this area that I have no idea where it is. It's mysterious for both of us.

I was scared out of my pants. All I want to do is go in, ask the questions that we need and get off of there. My heart raced like it was running a 100k marathon. Beads of sweat prickled on the outline of my hair. Clutching the dashboard, I felt dizzy.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just nerves."

I rested my head back, closing my eyes for a bit. I woke up as Hudson came up to a house. House number 34. We got out as my legs started shaking like I got caught for robbery, and it is bad. Walking up to the small home with a welcome mat. Hudson pressed the doorbell, hearing the ring echo through the home. It took a minute for the door to open as rustling through the house. Clicking of locks being unlocked and the squeaky door knob turned.

A five foot nine woman, with wavy brunette hair. A heavy grey sweater with blue jeans on. "Can I help you?"

"We're here to see Daniel, Copperstone," Hudson replied.

"Oh, you're the two kids who are coming over to ask him."

"Yeah. He's in the back, I'll get him. Come in, have a seat."

It took a moment before a tall, six foot, brunette hair man came into the spacious living room and introduced himself. We did the same.

"Okay, so I got this call from this guy who said that you two were coming to talk to me."

"Yeah, I, uh, called you to ask a few questions about the killings. In school for Social, we are learning about the past. About the killings in these games back in 2019. What can you tell us about it? Your experience?"

I got out my phone and took notes in case the devil wanted to know the knowledge we got, instead of giving him a deceiver.

"It was a living nightmare. My class and I went to Woodhaven and had to stay there for two weeks. Two long, horrifying weeks. We didn't know who the killer was or if we were going to survive. Everyone was freaked out. Everytime the killer kills at night, it's one day closer to living."

"Do you know who the killer is?" I ask even though I know the answer.

"No. I sadly do not know as I will never know. No one knows. It's all a mystery to us all, even to the people who haven't played."

"Mind if we ask a few questions?" Hudson asked willingly.

"Nope, fire away."

"After the games, were there people who were being idiots and said stupid things?"

"Yes, actually. There were people who looked at us and said, 'why were they scared, they lived. It's no big deal,' or, 'they are wimps, they would have survived that. Those kids are faking it.' "

I quoted him on those words.

An hour passed by in a flash as Mr. Copperstone told his side of the tragic story. We thanked him afterwards and left the home. On the drive home, we went through the long, sad story. We are going to text the devil as that is a thing. I traced my hand through my pocket searching for my phone. Opening the message, I started to text a long paragraph, then sending it.

"What a great day to spend a Saturday," I say with a sarcastic tone.

"I know."

He dropped me off at my home and said "Thank you," and left home. Once inside, I set down on the couch waiting for him to text back. It was very quiet in the home, then hearing laughter. Looking in the direction of the child's laughter, turning back to reveal my phone is gone. Panicking, I scattered through the home hoping that it hadn't disappeared. One minute, the phone laid on the couch lifeless, the second I turned back from glancing around where the laughter came from.

Scared out of my wits, I finally found my phone beside the vase on the coffee table in the bonus room upstairs. I don't know how it got there, but I feel like Charlie Charlie did it as I didn't say goodbye to him a week ago. Since then, laughter and mysterious noises happening, and things moving in places where I know I didn't move.

I got used to it, but still terrified and uncontrollable. Snatched my phone storming downstairs checking the messages. Satan has replied as my adrenaline raced through my system. I stopped in mid tracks on the stairs, reading the text.

I never read a message so dark.

I never thought that he could send a message like this one.

Thank you for the chilling text. I enjoyed reading about his experience in the games. Now you must go to the store and shoplift something small without getting caught. You get caught and it's over. Be careful.

My heart pounded. I first had to murder someone that's innocence, and now I have to shoplift? Does the demon want me to go to prison?

What can I do to escape this nightmare? It never said that I have to do this with a partner, so I'm doing it alone. I chose that I'm not going to shoplift as I'm aware that I may get caught. Carrying the guilt of murdering someone who could have lived to do things.

Hudson and I took that chance away from them.

And we may have to pay.

Half past four, I made a small pizza for me when my phone rang. I picked it up excitedly to talk to him. "Hey, Justin. How's it going?"

"Just relaxing for the life of me. What's happening over there?"

"Just making pizza for dinner."

"Oh that sounds tasty."

"Sure does."

We talked as the pizza cooked in the oven. I felt bored but I wouldn't dare tell him the Devil's text. I couldn't tell Hudson, let alone everyone else. The oven dinged taking out the pizza with the sizzling, melted cheese. The golden brown, crunchy crust.

Setting it to cool for a minute, I kept talking to Justin. Then, I cut into the delicious pizza. Blowing on the steamy pizza, I took a bite into the melting cheese and hard crunchy crust. I felt I was in Heaven.

"What's happening with you?" he asked.

"I'm in Heaven."

"Aww, did you die?"

"The deliciousness of the pizza."

"Hmm. I'm with you on that one."

I ate the pizza, packed the rest into the fridge. I then washed the dishes before resting on the couch. We called for the whole night until around eleven. Then I told him goodnight and went to bed. Never knew what was coming.