Trunk
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Mystery
"I looked under the bed to see a white trunk. It had a lock on it and was heavier than the bed, and struggled to pull it out. I had never seen it before so my curiosity got the best of me and I began to fumble with the lock, trying to get it to open. I finally got it open from pulling so hard I fell back. I gathered myself and looked in, seeing millions of letters. After I read a couple, I realized these weren't letters; They were death sentences." * There are two girls in a dorm room together. One never makes it to the end of the story. The other?? She's left with the dirty work.
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This could be it. I quickly start to look around the place before the torture starts. Every piece of information I can get stands out to me as my mind connects the pieces. Brianna also seems jumpy as she watches Raphael get up to look at the farthest door where the other passengers came from. Raphael takes a surprised step back as he looks through the small window again. He slowly turns around and his face is pale as he says, "The other part of the subway is gone." "What?!" A tall man says with wide eyes. "No! That's impossible! We just came from there!" The rest of them nervously look around as Ben gets up to look through the window of the conductor's room. Michelle gets up to see what Raphael keeps seeing and Brianna lets out a nervous pant. "There's no conductor." I stand at this and my blood falls to my feet. Frantic looks go around the place and nervous voices fill our ears along with the scrapping sound of the subway. I turn around to look at the other passengers and my eyes catch the red lights from the moving letters on one part of the roof. I gulp and sweat starts down my neck as I read its bright letters. Welcome back, players.

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