A Killer's Game
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Last published Sat, May 2, 2020
Sophia went to a party Saturday night with a couple of friends. The night's fuzzy but the morning is in clear view with a raging hangover.
Her friend is now sending her pictures of that night, in the morning, the dinging is worsening the headache.
Dressed in a robe for a bath, Sophia opens her gallery to send a photo but stops- there's a new photo, her hair is tangled, and she's asleep.. On her bed. Sophia is on her own phone, her arms underneath her head, asleep.
Someone took the photo.
Who took the fucking photo?
She brushed it off as a joke to her friends but the barrage of photos don't stop- preventing Sophia from a good night's sleep.
Then they stop. They stop, but she's starting to get calls. The same voice.
They act as if nothing is wrong, as a listening voice.
Before he's there.
He's there, and now he's in her house-
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Izzy was meeting up with a group of her friends at an abandoned hotel. As they continued to walk along the floors the boards creaked.They heard so many scary stories about this place that a couple was murdered in room C3 on the third floor. A case never truly solved because no one had been able to set foot in that room. Izzy and her friends wanted to test this and see if this was really true. Izzy started to wander off from her friends in a different direction not realizing her and her friends have been separated. She was calling out for her friends "Tyler,Hannah,Justin!". As she is calling for them she is going deeper and deeper into this hotel. She keeps hearing faint whispers she says "Anyone there?" but no response.She receives a text on her phone from her friends that they are on the third floor waiting for her. She walks down a very dark hallway scattered with trash and the lights are flickering on and off. She comes to this elevator. Izzy entered the empty elevator and pushed the button for my floor. As the doors close I feel a hand cover my mouth.
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