The green-haired host appeared form behind them, startling Natsuki. She nodded to them both. "You should believe him." She muttered.
Thatcher swiftly drew Natsuki behind him, his hand locked with hers'. "What do you want?" He frowned.
"Don't you want the paper the host had..?"
Thatcher exchanged a glance with Natsuki, before returning his gaze to the girl. "Why're you helping us?" He asked.
"Because I don't want to be a 'puppet' anymore." She frowned, the paper held loosely in her hand. It seemed as though she was purposely attempting to hypnotize them both.
"Don't play by her games." The host spat after a few moments of silence, her hand resting on her hip.
"The murderer is a girl..?" Natsuki squeaked, tilting her head with wonder.
She paused, before sighing, shaking her head. "Your other friend.. she doesn't stand a chance." The host informed them through glazed eyes of fear.
"M-Maggie! She's next!" Thatcher blurted out, his eyes widening.
"We have to tell Jaxon- he has the key." He explained, releasing Natsuki's hand with hesitation.
"Well let's go!" Natsuki hissed, bolting out the door, leaving Thatcher scrambling after her.
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Maggie sat on the ground, sniffling. A bang brought her back to reality, surprising her. "J-Jaxon..?" She called. "Is that you?" Maggie whispered.
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Natsuki raced through rooms, gasping for breath. "Where is she?!"
"Just keep going!" Thatcher replied, taking the lead.
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"Are you gonna let me out?" Maggie asked hopefully, stepping towards the door.
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"Jaxon!" Thatcher cried, flooding into the room with the rest of the remaining people.
"What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Maggie! She's next!" Natsuki wailed, her eyes widening. Jaxon chocked on a sip of water. "What?! I-I thought she was the murderer?" He croaked. "You thought wrong!" Thatcher growled. "Now, c'mon."
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A loud bang came again, making Maggie question herself. "Jaxon, if you're letting me out.. can you not be creepy?" She giggled, unaware that it wasn't Jaxon..
A person banged on the door again, their knocks growing impatient.
"Jaxon..?" The door clicked open.
"Finally, you-" Maggie gaped her mouth wide, as a shrill shriek slipped off her tongue.
"I-I thought you were.. please don't- I thought we were friends? No!-" Maggie wailed.
A knife slashed out, causing Maggie to scream once more.
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Thatcher came to a stop. "We were too late.." He chocked out.
Jaxon shoved through the door. "No! Maggie!" He wailed.
She lay limply on the floor, her stomach cut open, as a pull of red leaked out from beneath.
Who killed Maggie?!
Does Jaxon blame himself?
YOU ARE READING
Madhouse
ActionA group of friends are invited to a 'Haunted House'. The typical fun, games and scare.. or so they think. They find out they've been trapped in the house, and to escape they must complete difficult tasks to freedom. They come across, suicide, ricks...
