When Naomi March's boyfriend suddenly disappears, she starts receiving strange notes from an anonymous person. Soon, she realizes that this isn't a game and that the only way to get her loving boyfriend back is by following these notes. Naomi plays along, not knowing that the question she was asked in the note holds her and her boyfriends lives on the line. Truth or Dare? And both are more dangerous than the other, when that question isn't just another silly game.

My own interpretation of the realistic Kaylor timeline, written to be as realistic and descriptive as possible. This is a work of fan FICTION. I do not mean any disrespect towards anyone being written about and am aware that all of these events and dynamics between characters are completely fictionalized. #27 in Fanfiction at its peak.

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

If lives were represented by roads, then Zayne's would be a one way, long road riding straight through a desert, with no signs of life other than a cactus or two( maybe a couple rattlesnakes, idk). But Zayne has lived on this long, boring road his entire life. Being a part of the highschool "douche-squad" has most certainly blended his days together into a sort of messy, gross pulp, and he stands by in passing as his friends harass and annoy just about everybody in the school who either doesn't fit in, or belongs to the dreaded LGBT+ group. That is, until a sudden change of events leads him directly into the piercing gaze of a new kid, with bright eyes and a crooked smile that fixates on Zayne like glue, and he suddenly finds that this boring, long road has become far too curvy and far too lively FAR too fast. There's not a straight thing about it now. (seriously, there is not a straight thing about this story, read at your own discretion.)

When the 16 year old boy's parents get brutally murdered, Adrian's new objective is to find answers. Who killed them? Why did they do it? Are they crazy? But one night, Adrian wakes up in an asylum remembering nothing, not even his name. When he asks why there is blood on the wall or constant noise and banging, he is told that nothing is there. Now he has more important questions. *** Why can I see and hear things that aren't there? Is it related to my parents death? Or am I just going insane? ***