6-12 civilians gather into one house. Boxes spread through the world to find the players of this masterminded game. Each box included the address of this house, and the rules of the games. One rule only: let your fate be seen throughout. An older stoned two story house, with antique/classy interior design is what they stay at. One murderer, many civilians. The days grow cold and dreary, blood drips from the walls coming from the attic after the first murder have taken place. Noises come from the basement which is locked with chains, what might be down there nobody knows. The presence of the past players lingers near, whispers reverberate through the air, giving secrets, clues, and tactics. Many don't believe in the dark truth of this game, until they succumb to the whispers of the dark. Strange voices warn them to get out quickly before it's too late. Many games play for the lives of these new-comers to be cherished, hide and seek, Simon says, and more. Many think this is a joke but still go through with it. Only until their peers get killed off will they realize of the fate they are to deal from.
The first part will come out soon! -w-
18yo+....... Descriptive sex scenes, abuse, adult themes, violence. Adults only....
This series is copyrighted!
This is book 1 in the series...
Nate whispers to me "Mommy that's him... that's the man!"
"Baby which man? The one from your dream? Are you sure?"
"Yes momma, the one that's gonna save us."
"Sweetie, no one will save us, unfortunately. I promise though I will find a way out of this mess."
"Momma, we have to pray that he will."
I am so focused on Nate that I don't see that this man has now stopped right in front of us. I slowly stand up trembling, and look up at him since he's quite taller than me and very broad shouldered. I thought my boyfriend Scott was in good shape, but this man has to be engineered. I start scanning around quickly making sure Scott hasn't come home yet. If he caught me even glancing towards another guy, it wouldn't end well. I start getting nervous praying that I don't get caught.
"Can I help you Sir?"
"Look I am not going to get involved, but here take my card. All it has is my phone number. Put it in your phone under Angel. When It gets too much, and you've had enough text the number with 911 and I'll get you out."