The Weasel's Game

In the mountains of West Germany, an orphanage lays crumbled in the densest forest. No one knows how this sad,lonely forest lives with all the acid rain and not so many animals. Sure,there's a deer here and there and a wolf too,so they believe. However,past the lonely orphanage is a not so lonely graveyard. Sitting on one of the gravestones is a stuffed black weasel. It's lifeless you know,or so you believe. Only one person knows but she forgot,so she believes. Not many go to that graveyard near the dead still lake or the lonely orphanage that look like it was forgotten in time. Who knows,but many know not to go there. Many have gone but have not returned. However,many believe that it is cursed,a sad,horrible curse. However,one knows the truth but she forgot...so she believes...

It was the time of the Cold War. A woman's shouting boomed in the wooden halls of the old building. "GET UP,GET DRESSED,AND FIX YOUR BEDS!" she shouted. The five children looked at her with calmness though. They knew that she has bad hearing,because she was old with age. These children were orphans,their parents had died in WW2. As all of them ignored the poor old woman,expect one. She was a Russian (well they thought she was). She was the youngest,which means that she is the "slave" . She always want to go to America or the UK or France but,how could she do it? The oldest was a hardy but very stupid boy named Tonni. "Fix my bed,now Margaret," he growled to the hopeless little girl. She didn't reply,she wasn't allowed to. Margaret's only friends were the gravestones that lay in a secret graveyard that she knew. It sat on a dead still lake,where there's a few deer that come once a year. None of the children knew about it,because they had somewhere else to be. They had a "hide-out" near the big oak that sat next to a beautiful creek. Margaret wasn't "allowed" to go there. Why,because she was a "slave" of course. It was always "Go get me this" or "Go fix my bed" or "Shine my shoes". It was heartbreaking to all but not Margaret. She was too used to it for a little,7-year old girl.

One day,she decided to adventure deeper in the graveyard so she could have her own "hide-out". She could feel the depression of the fallen as she walked past the forgotten stones of time and war. In the back of her mind,she could hear it. She could hear all the screams and cries of pain,the bombing of counties and shouting of the Nazis. She reached a large redwood where she stopped. She felt the aura of depression changed into the aura of hate and insanity. The evil mocking and laughter began to rise in the back of her mind. The screams of the innocent began to rise. It scared her,but not as much as the tombstone that laid beneath the branches.
Liliane Marak
Died 1965
No shame on the evil that lived and died. Killed so many that god cried.

Margaret couldn't take her eyes of it. Voices of evil and corruption began to rattle her bones. Without knowing, she ran away from that god forsaken tree and away from the aura of evil but, it followed. It drove the young girl insane. Then it stopped,or all the auras that she was familiar with was gone,all under of a cold, harden stare of a old,forgotten stone angel with the words on it that said;may all evil be banned from this holy place by the power of an angel. The angel had a wolf gripped in its hands,almost looked like they were fighting. The wolf was obsidian black with ruby flared eyes. But it wasn't that what caught the girl's attention. No,it was a black,worn weasel doll that did. She picked it up,noticing about how warm it was. Margaret decided to bring it back,though she wanted company. As she walked away,she noticed something. The wolf was winning the impossible fight and that was bad though. Why should evil finally beat the good?
She ran down the gray stone road and wailed. She didn't know why she was sobbing but she was. "Why? Why did you kill so many?!" Margaret cried. The weasel looked at her with its glassy eyes. She picked it up and shook it. "WHY?! WHY????!!!!!!" Warm tears dripped on the cold floor. She collapsed on the floor and continued to cry.
A few minutes later,one of the boys found her,asleep,and dragged her home. "Where were ya?! You were a post to fix our beds,wash our clothing,wash the building and you still haven't done it yet!" Tonni barked at her. She learned to be quiet when things like this happen,but she silently gasped as the weasel doll,which was half across the room,began to slowly shake it's head like it was disagreeing with the issue.
A few minutes after, she walked up to the doll and quietly asked,"Did you shake your head a few minutes ago?" At first,she thought that she was both crazy and dumb for asking a lifeless doll that. However,it gave a low chuckle before it leaped up and sprinted down the hallway to where the others were. "Wait! Come back!",she said as she ran after it. The weasel won't stop as it opened the door to the "toy room". All the children screamed in fear of the "dangerous creature who was now sitting on one of the wooden boxes". "Ah,do not be alarmed! I am nothing more than a "genie"!",it chirped. "You don't really look like a genie to me," said one of the girls. All the children began to nod their heads in agreement. "HoHoHo! Is that a doubt? You know not all genies are humanoid,just the very common ones," the weasel laughed. "I can do much better things than an common one. For example..." It turned around toward a old stuffed bear that had one of its arms missing. "I will now make the bear new again! Aaaaaannnnnndddd Wala!" A small purple spark hit the bear and a eerie glow blanketed it. A few seconds later,the bear looked brand as new with both of its arms in place. "See kids!", the weasel pointed out. The kids were amazed by this act and began to clap. Margaret clapped slowly because she knew something was wrong. 'It doesn't feel right. What if that weasel is evil? But what if it is truly a genie? I don't know but I have to be careful about this.' Margaret shook her head and continued to clap with the others. "Thank you! Thank you! You know,now I remember...," the weasel was in middle of thought. "I want to play a game with you all. It is a very easy game. The winner gets one wish! And..." "ONE WISH. That's stupid!", Tonni interrupted. "It's not just a ordinary wish,my friend.",the weasel added. "This wish can range from having a new family to having a parent back from the dead!" In a second, all the children's eyes were locked on it, in cluing Margaret. "Oh my! How do we play? How do we play?!",the children shouted over each other. "Well,it's like this. You have to conquer each other and get to the top!", the weasel said with a sly grin. Margaret pondered about this. 'Conquer? What does he mean conquer each other? This is getting weird and unsettling!',she thought.
"Now children,the game begins at midnight!",the weasel said before it began to leave the room. "Wait!",a voice said calmly. The weasel turned to Margaret and looked at her. "What is your name?",she asked. The weasel pondered for a moment. "Oh! I almost forgot! It's Marak but y'all can call me Stitches.",Stitches said as it closed the door. 'Marak,Marak,Mar-oh no,' Margaret yelped in thought. 'It's the dead surreal killer!'
Midnight came so quickly that it scared her. All the children were waiting in the toy room. A few minutes later, Stitches walked in the room. "Ah. Now children,you would need these,"it said as it threw down some knives in front of them. To Margaret's shock, all the children eagerly grabbed one. "Now,now children. The goal is to see who is the last one standing. The last one standing is the winner!",it chuckled. Margaret could tell that it was enjoying itself. "When to we start?",one of the kids asked. "It starts NOW!", Stitches screamed. Knives began to fly across the room. One hit a child in the eye and others hit children in the torso. Children screams became louder and louder. "OH MY! WHAT IS GOING ON HE-," the woman couldn't finish her sentence as Tonni stabbed her to death. Margaret immediately ran out the room. She couldn't take it. The weasel was planning to kill the children by using their greed against themselves. A knife barely missed her as she ran into the kitchen. "I must end this,"she said as she grabbed a gun. As she began to go back,the screaming stopped. That caused her to ran even fast as she ran into the toy room. She stopped and looked in with horror. There were dead bodies very where. The floor was stained in blood and knives. She scanned the scene and noticed that Tonni was dead. 'Am I the last one? Did it end already?', she pondered. However, her train of thoughts were interrupted by a girl running toward her with a bloody knife at hand. Margaret screamed as the knife hit her on the chest,causing her to lose her grip on the gun. She struggled to grab it as the girl attacked again. The minute she grabbed it,the knife struck her again. She yelped in pain as she threw the girl off her. She then picked up the gun and fired. The girl stopped dead and fell down the stairs. Margaret immediately ran through the halls but ran into a boy with a box of matches. "I...IIII'mmm ggggoing ttto end this," he said as he lit a match. "Gggggett out. Geeett out now or yyyyou will be burned alive." Margaret cried as she ran out of the orphanage,on to the dirt roads and continued running. She looked back,but she shouldn't have. The orphanage was in blazed,fire licking everything that was near. She stopped running and sobbed. "Well,well,well,it seems that we have a winner," Stitches laughed as it walked out the shadows. "Now that you have won,you can now-" "HOW DID I WON? I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO HAPPEN," Margaret interrupted. "Simple really. You're not greedy like the others and you seen a lot to be selfish," Stitches said. "Now you can make your wish!" " I wish...I WISH I HAD A DIFFERENT LIFE THAN THIS!" The weasel opened its mouth to say something but it closed it. "As you wish." A blinding light appeared,forcing Margaret to shield her eyes.

She gasped as she shot up in bed. She was in Paris, a small house in the countryside. "What a weird dream,"she yawned as she left bed. "That was disturbing one though." Her new parent's said they found her in a forest,bleeding to death. When they asked her what was wrong she only said,"the weasel's last game has finished." She didn't know why she said that or where she came from and nether do they.
Now the burned down orphanage still remains and locals say sometimes you could hear a child voice say,"We all fell victim to the weasel's game."

Note from author: that sounded a little chíche but hey! It's my first horror story so I hope that you enjoyed it!