This time I ran upstairs, that is, after bumping into several other things. It was so dark that I could barely see. Once up the stairs,
I headed for my room. I heard footsteps behind me so I was pretty fast about it.
When I entered the room, the moonlight welcomed me. I could see everything in the room. No one was hiding in here, well not that I could
see so far.
Someone was close by. I jumped in my bed and quickly hid underneath the covers. I know it was a lame place to hide but I was too scared. Again, my heart was pounding, I was sweating, and my legs felt like cooked noodles.
Someone now entered the room. I tried my best to calm my breathing down: to keep it normal. For a moment it worked, but I felt someone else under the covers with me, all my breath escaped from my airways. The footsteps left the room. That’s when I sat up and looked to see who was next to me.
I reached my hand for the blanket to reveal the stranger. I stopped when I saw the pale arm.
I honestly didn’t want to find out who it was but I looked at their face anyway. At first I didn’t know who it was when I saw their blue face but I recognized the hair. It was the girl who wore the mask. The ones that were outside of the abandoned house.
I quickly got out of the bed. I backed away from it and headed for the door which was a bad idea. When I started to open the door I noticed something crawling down the hallway, coming this way. It was the other masked kid…and they saw me.
I quickly shut the door and hid inside the closet, where my back was grabbed by someone. I shut my eyes. The person behind me started rubbing my hair and that’s when I knew. It was Jasper. I forced a smile. I felt so safe for a moment.
The door to the room opened. My breathing seized. Suddenly the closet door was opened and someone came crawling in.
I was grabbed by the throat. Jasper held onto me and just as he did someone yelled out. “I found a dead body!”
I was quickly released. I dropped to the ground as the others walked out of the room. I nearly started to cry but Jasper held onto me and walked us both back into the entry room.
Once in the entry room, I saw Mrs. Harmon dragging in another dead body. I couldn’t believe it. It was one of the masked kids. The boy.
“So,” Mr. Harmon said started, “who’s the murderer?”
I was going to point out the one who attacked me but the girl who hid with me pointed to him first.
Mr. Harmon smiled, “Kill your own? I’m impressed. This game is getting interesting.”
Everyone got new cards. As I looked at mine, my heart stopped beating.
“Lights off!” Mr. Harmon exclaimed. “Begin!”
I was the murderer.