Child's eyes~ A game played by teenagers... you know ... the ones who think they can handle anything. THEY play the game. The game that causes depression, anxiety, destruction and soon enough death
The game that kills
Allexandra is your normal tee...
3) Light scares it away. Bright light not flashlights that makes it worse.
4) If you can't see it, it cannot see you...
5) be careful they do feed
The way to play is also simple
1) You have to have more than four players. 2) They have to be older than fourteen. 3) Each of them need to have 2 sentimental things...1 from when they were younger & one from their current age. 4) Close your eyes while only holding the thing from when you were young and chant the following words 4 times
"My eyes blind, I want to see, I ask from thee, open my child's eyes and let me."
As we chanted those hideous words my world began to change and spin. I felt light headed and nauseated.
This was absolutely horrendous. Horrific. And one hundred percent not good at all. When my world finally stopped spinning I opened my eyes. There was nothing.
It was the same old abandoned house we always hung out at.
Why didn't this work? This is stup- Before I could finish taking my step, something hideously dragged its nail all over my calf.
Don't scream, don't make a sound. They WILL hear, they WILL target, they WILL kill.
I had to remind myself that, that's how the game works. Walking around in the old wooden house wasn't really scary at all. But this whole game set everyone on edge, while walking up the stairs , the noises that the stairs made distracted me from my thoughts.
THEN
I heard it. The first one. The first scream. The first cut. And lastly. The first blood being spilt.
It cut off as instantly as it had come.
The claw marks on the walls and floor were new... was this what the game did? Make you see stupid-ass scratches on the walls and floors? Coming up to the top floor, I saw pink paint peeling off in the room across from me.
While Walking closer to the room I could feel it pulling towards me, calling me... My mind numb. My heightened senses becoming dull again. But the sound snapped me out of my trance. Wimpering. Louder and louder with each scared step taken. Sniffing. Not loud. It was audible. If sounded like a young girl.
Finally reaching the room I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Slowly opening the door I saw her.
But the sight of her made me want to retake that breath. She was shining... Looking up at me with her tear streaked face.
She only whispered one word...
"Help." She was looking past me with wide eyes and a regretful look on her face...which turned to a brick melting intensity in 0.2 seconds. Before I could ask what was wrong and why she was crying something cold and sharp passed through me.
It grabbed the girl by the neck. Picked her up from the ground , her feet dangling centimeters above the ground. She screamed. An ear-piercing scream. The black void of a monster moved one of his hands in a flicking position and closed the door. I gasped.
Wrong. Fucking. Move.
I looked straight towards me. It was scary. With a piercing yellow gaze and a shit sewn mouth, you could see the light in his mouth, Same colour as it's eyes. Talons as Sharp as knives and odd sticky places ,yellow light oozed out of it like a lit room in a dark house.
This was an otherworldly beast.
It dropped the small glowing girl and came at me,almost lurking.
With its face centimeters from mine I couldn't breathe. I heard it sniff me. Frozen in place I awaited my doom.
As slowly as it lurked toward me it lurked away , back to the small glowing girl.
That thing could've and would've ripped my fucking face off if I made more noise.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS FUCKING GAME?
I backed away, out of the door before that thing could rip my soul out and devour it.
This was crazy why had I agreed to do this? This was a stupid game. The only way to end your game was to go back to the starting point, retrieve both sentimental things from the floor hold both in your hands , close your eyes and chant the words "Enough is seen, oblivious I have been, eyes return back to being unseen." 8 times.
Running down the stairs made me terrified. It made me feel like a helpless young girl again,scared that the minster under the stairs would grab my foot...but I ran down none the less. I had to stay quiet but that seemed near impossible when I saw what had happened at the base of the stairs...
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