It's been three years since the horrible incident. Three pain-filled years. The book had been locked away in the attic. I had to convince them to read it. I had to. I can't live like this! I ran upstairs into the attic, and dragged the book crate into my room. It was still there. I pulled out the book. I ran downstairs, where all eleven of them lay down flipping through channels.
"Hey guys! I found a cool-looking book in the attic! Wanna read it?" I asked them. "Sure, Autumn. We have nothing to do anyways." Ichika told me. The others surrounding me, I opened the book and ghosts surrounded us. "What's going on!?" Yuri Hope shouted. "I don't know!" Her brother Maxwell shouted back. Everything went black. A voice overhead started to speak, one I had been hoping to hear for a while now.
"Welcome to Flicker. Every night, the murderer kills someone, and you have to vote who it is. If you guess right, you win. Now, time to go through roles. The survivor group: An important, yet seemingly basic role. The survivors, along with others, vote who the murderer is. The Investigator: They gather evidence and guess the murderer based on facts. The Psychic: Every night, the psychic randomly chooses a person to reveal the role of. The Muffin Man: Every night, they deliver a muffin to an unknown. The Twins: Their chances of getting killed or saved double. The Medic: They save a lucky unknown from death every night. They can prove their role by saving those who didn't believe them. And finally, The Murderer: The role is simple; they always kill someone every night. Now, if you want to know your roles, look on your left wrist. Don't worry, nobody else can see it. Good luck."
I found myself in a living room with Maxwell Hope, Monika Dome, and Lesley Deceased. We all looked at our wrists. I saw Gabriella Kolor rubbing her head, and Baxter Ocean staring at his wrist excitedly. Must be a Muffin Man, he loves baking. I looked in my overcoat pocket and found three things: My phone, which had always been there, a notebook, and a pen. Those things were new. I took the time to write some poetry. I'm a big fan of the stuff. A text buzzed on all our phones:
It is 2:00 am, the lights flicker out and you all scurry in panic. The murderer wishes you good luck. It is time for the murderer to play.
In my imagination, I knew I was crossing my fingers, but I was wondering if anyone else was. A male scream ran into our ears. We all ran to the kitchen, because that's where it was coming from. The lights flickered on, and gasps scattered through the crowd. Baxter laid hurt, but alive.
The murderer had attempted to kill Baxter Ocean. Thankfully, the medic had saved them.
"What happened?!" Spring Flip exclaimed. She looked around the scene, and found red hair. She smelled the knife, and glared at Clara Aroma. She put the knife on the kitchen counter. It dripped down onto the floor, and Amanda Hopster cleaned it up. She couldn't stand messes, even if her life was on the line. It was her instinct.
"I have made my decision: Clara did it. She has red hair, which was found in the crime scene. She always has a lovely scent, which I smelled on the knife. You may all cast your votes." Spring said. We all pulled out a tablet and pressed the name of who we think did it. Spring walked up to the printer and pulled a piece of paper. We all passed it around, and when Clara got it, she broke down. "I'm innocent! I swear!" She cried. "We should do an execution. The door might open. Does anyone have a pocket knife?" I suggested.
Yuri pulled one out. "I keep one to protect Maxwell from strangers." She told us. Three of us pinned Clara to a wall and I stabbed her. "Are we right?" Maya Kuu asked anxiously. I shook the doorknob. Nothing. "We just killed an innocent woman." I told them, starting to cry a purple liquid. A new text buzzed on our phones: Tomorrow night, you will get another chance. Get some rest, and be sharp for the next murder. Good luck, all remaining survivors.
I took care of disposing the body, and everyone else went to bed. "Oh, Clara. Please try to tell us who is the murderer?" I softly said as I tossed the black bag into a corner. "Goodnight, residents and future victims." I whispered, taking my 'medicine'.
YOU ARE READING
Flicker
HorrorAutumn W. has a secret she can't ever tell anyone. So, to get rid of it, she opens an old book from the attic with her eleven friends. But instead of a magical story, the book transports them to a new house! What will the group get into?
