💀Chapter 9💀

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"Welcome,  Christine.. We meet again... Hello George,  Hello Bruno... Do you want to play??  Of course you do... Let's Begin... Make a wish,  I'll make it happen... I'll make a wish, you make IT HAPPEN... Or... YOU ALL DIE... ".

They just stood.. Shocked.. No one could explain what just happened.. Those words just appeared.. The book wrote their names.. How??
They were all scared... All of them..
Despite their shock.. They had the same thing in mind... The agent... They have to call him.. He's the only one who could explain what's going on.

"Hey uhmm Tom, its me,  George... George Hunter.. Yeah, We need you to come over.. Right now... Its about the basement,  Beatrice is dead and you are the only one who can explain how it happened... "He paused.. "Yes, there's a book... She wrote on it.. " Bruno and Christine heard the agent curse before hanging up.

*I don't think he's coming... Christine you said you saw him right.. .?? " She nodded "Good.. Can you describe him... " George wanted to know what they are up against..

"Tall, huge, Wearing a suit.. He should be in his mid Forties.. And he's really huge.. " Something hit George.. He had seen something like that before.. But when??  And where!??  Then he remembered..
"Guys... I've seen him before too... Uhnmm.. Our first night here.. Before Tom introduced us.. ".. 
"No wonder... "Bruno said..
"No wonder what??.. " George still hated him.
"You were looking like someone who saw a ghost.. " Bruno chuckled..
"Guys listen.. He's going to kill us.. We need to do something. " Christine had to say something to stop them from fighting.
"Okay.. Here's what we are going to do... I call the local cops.. Then you guys start the car.. We are getting out of here.. " George suggested...
"I don't think that's possible... Remember I asked you to come help me Start my car.. * George nodded.. "We were planning to leave.. No urgent meeting or calls.. My wife had a dream and we decided to leave... But my car wouldn't start... Remember?? "...
"So what do you suggest??.. "
"We play along... ".. Christine said...
George and Bruno paused.. They jus starred at her.. Then..

"What!??. You ain't serious... This Shit is going to kill us..  And you want us to play along.. ?? With our lives...??.. " Bruno asked.. Pacing about the room.
"That's our only way of escape... While we find a way to solve this thing... "...

The book flipped....  Again...

"Your time is up... My turn... I wish George would cut Bruno's ten fingers.. One by one... Slowly.. "_Book.

There was another silence again...

"No!  No!  No!... I'm not playing this dumb,  stupid game.. You are not cutting my fingers.. No way!! " Bruno kept repeating while moving back.. Towards the exit.
"Babe.. This is the only way.. Please.. Else we will all die.. " Christine walked towards him.. Pleading.
"No!... I'm not.. I'm not doing it.. No!! " he screamed and ran out of the room...

Christine and George followed suit but he was gone before they could stop him...
"Shit!!! Now we are gonna die " George cursed.

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"Those.. Those bastards!!  To cut my fingers.. No fucking way.. To hell with that damn book.. I'll find a way out!! " Bruno kept cursing under his breathe while walking down the stairs.. He didn't know where it led to, he didn't even know where he was... He got to the hallway.. There was no light.  He turned on his phone torchlight..
"Wow.. These portraits looks cool.. Why did they put them down here.. Wherever this is. "He looked around him admiring the portraits till he got to an empty frame.. "I guess someone might have removed the painting or maybe stolen it... But for now.. I'll hide here till ........ "
A shadow passed... He only felt its breeze... Goosebumps were all over his skin..
"Hello.. Anyone here??.. Hello??... Look I don't mean to intrude.. But I was just passing, I could leave if you want me to.. " No response.. " Hello... George?? Christine, Babe.. Listen I'm sorry for what happened.. Beatrice caused it.. Please let's stop this madness.. "

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