**PUBLISHING NOVEMBER 7, 2017** Celia wakes up to a room she doesn't remember, in a house she cannot recall. Suffering from amnesia, she doesn't even recognize her own face. Her circumstances only get stranger from there. She meets the LaCroix family, who took her into their home after an accident that left her unconscious and confused, but there is something unsettling about them. Irving, the head of the house, is more than hospitable. His wife, Anjessica, pale and pregnant, seems to grow sicker by the day. Baltus, an elderly gentleman, looks at Celia with an interest that disturbs her. The youngest member of the family, Maynard, stares at the floor and hardly says a word. Twin maids keep watch over the house with hard stares. Then there is Adam. Celia doesn't remember him, but they share a common bond: they were in the same accident. Somehow, he doesn't remember her either. They must rediscover each other to unlock the past, but the attraction between them is so strong that neither want to complain. They are invited to stay as long as they'd like while they recover their memories, but it doesn't take long for Celia and Adam to decide that they don't want to stay in the sprawling mountainside chateau. All around them, doors are locked. Someone is always watching. Celia and Adam must rely on one another as they plan for a means of escape - and try to uncover the secret of why the family will not let them go.

A school, standing solemn in a lonely Britain, sleeps quietly, the corridors shrouded in a murderous silence and heavy with thickening shadows. A musty smell seeps through the shafts of moonlight and splatters of dry blood. Only a few corridors bear witness to the dragging movement of the undead.... Within the school, twenty teenagers take shelter in the abandoned rooms, huddled together in chance of escaping, of living...

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...

Follow Tristan as he shares his story, the story of every girl he loved, of every girl he killed, and of the one love that felt impossible to end, even for him.

The game is called paranoia. Everyone gets a name. The object of the game is to 'kill' that person. This time, the game was taken too far. And now, someone has to die.

Rule #1: Never be alone, have someone always with you, no matter where you are. Rule #2: Don't acknowledged their presence or you'll give them the satisfaction of them scaring you. Rule #3: Always, and I mean Always have a crucifix with you no matter where you are. Rule #4: Pray every night, every day, when you eat, and when you sleep. Keep faith. Rule #5: Don't let them get to you. They'll destroy your sanity and everything you believe in. They'll break you down until you're nothing. Rule #6: Lastly, don't be afraid. ***EDITING IN PROCESS (IGNORE THE 'EDITED' THING AT THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTERS, THE ONLY CHAPTERS I HAVE EDITED ARE ONE AND TWO)***