3) Give me 5 bestest persons at buzz.? bdenryanspencerjonluv, poeticjustice, evil1510, mcrkidnsupernatural, ireswhateva

4) Do you like yourself? - yes

5) What do you like to do in your free time? - hang out with my friends, listen to music

6) Do you think you're able to do everything you'd like to [right now, from that place, are you confident enough //not in future]? yes : )

7) Do you think fighting makes sense? yeah. you get angry you feel like killing someone and eventually you actually try to. I'm not saying it's right but it makes sense. animals do it too, right? God! my answers are stupid

8) Was last question clever? - nope

9) Which places would you like to visit? I wanna see everything!

10) Honestly, give me one person from buzz, who made you feel special, like their friend? bdenryanspencerjonluv, poeticjustice and evil1510 make me feel amazing just for having them in my life

11) What's your mobile phone? - benq siemens EF81. seriously people, don't buy it, the battery gets fucked up after an year and it's slow. but it looks cool!

12) Would you like to have (new) one? - hell yeah

13) Do you like to smile? duh

14) Write poems? - rarely. I'd rather write songs and stories

15) Eat? - YES : D

16) English? - well what do you think this is?

17) French? I really want to but right now I'm studying German and still going to Englush classes. no time

18) Slovene? -nope

19) Polish? - um no

20)Sports? - I suck at it but volleyball's cool 

21) Internet? - I love it

22) Do you think life gets better or worse day by day?- right now it's the same everyday so I can't really tell

23) Are you nervous or calm person? - depends. usually I'm calm

24) Is there any message you'd like to tell the world? shut up and be happy. stop wasting time on stupid things it can always be worse. and stop being selfish

25) What's your favourite line in a song? - For what you did to me, or what I'll do to you, you get what everyone else gets. You get a lifetime! - MCR

26) The cutest thing you've ever heard? - there are so many!

27) do you love your parents? - I'm gonna be honest. mom can yell at me all she wants - she deserved her right to do so - but dad is really going for a place in my black list. in other words I love mom and I kind of dislike dad. but only kind of

28)What would you do if tomorrow is the last day of your life? - tell this guy I really like him (otherwise it would be freaky/stalker-ish. it's a weird situation) , be with my friends and family, apologize for all the bad things I've said. you know, stuff like that. oh and I would cry a lot too. oh man now you got me sad

29)Do you often think about death? - I think about what happens AFTER death 

30)Is this the last question? ......no, seriously

31) Are you sick of tag-tests? - not really, but I'm not tagging anyone because I know they might not like it 

    “Lets get on the roof.” Amy pushed an armchair under the hole and got on top of it. “We’ll see what we can do. I need some help.” Gerard lifted her higher and she climbed out.  Careful not to sleep and fall she stepped out on the roof. She walked closer to the edge unsteady on her legs. One of the roof-tiles slid under Amy’s foot and she fell. She dragged down to the very edge but managed to stop in time. “That was close.” she said and looked down. “It’s too high to jump!” she yelled.  

    “Is there anything we could climb to use to get down?” Christina said from inside the house.
 
   “Not really.” Amy looked around herself but didn’t see anything that could help them. “Just this really high tree but it’s almost 4 meters away. There’s no way we could reach it.”

    “Hold on, I’m coming!” Gerard’s head showed from the hole and he climbed out with someone’s help. “Amy! You’ll fall!” he said when he saw how close to the edge she was, “Take my hand!” he outstretched to her and she grabbed it. He pulled her away from the danger and hugged her. “You’re right. We can’t escape from here.” he was disappointed, it was his last hope. His eyes shifted to the tree she had mentioned and he sighed deeply. It really was too far.

     “At least we can see the blue sky.” she gazed at it. The sky was the one thing they all had began missing. Not even a single cloud blocked the sun leaving the blue color as pure and as calm as a frozen lake.

    “It’s beautiful just like you.” he smiled and she melted into that smile. “Lets go back inside.” they jumped in the hole and landed with thud in the middle of the room where everyone was waiting to hear what they had seen.  

    “Well?” Pete asked. They hadn’t heard their conversation and hope still filled them.

    “Nothing.” Gerard answered and they sighed and frowned. 

    “Now what?” Mikey asked braking the silence that had fallen upon them.

    “We could try and figure out what the hell is this place and why are we dying one by one.” Christina sat on the floor Indian style and rested her chin on her hand. She started thinking and so did the others. “Everything seems to have something to do with revenge.” she remarked after awhile. 

    “You’re right!” Mikey’s head shot as he was starting to make the connections. “I think we’re being… punished? I have no idea what for though, we haven’t done anything wrong.” he lied a bit there. He knew he wasn’t as innocent as the others thought, he was just good at keeping his mouth shut. ‘Some things were better left unsaid.’ were the last words his mistake said.

    “That makes sense.” Pete bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. “Then we’re all goners.” saying it out loud made it seem a hundredth times worse than it was in his head. 

    “What do you mean?” Amy asked, her voice shaking.

    “No-one is perfect. I bet all of us have done things we’re not proud of. The only question left is who’s next?” they avoided each others eyes not knowing what to say. 

    “Um, now that we’ve got that straight maybe we should try to find a way out again?” Christina got nods from everyone, “Okay, it’d be better if everyone had to check one floor of the house. I’ll take the third.” three was her lucky number and it worked every time. She wasn’t going to take chances right now. Luck was all she had. Pete took the first floor, Mikey got the fifth, Gerard called the second and Amy was left with the forth.

    The fifth floor had a wide hall that was a very dark place that smelled of mould mixed with naphthalene and cigarette smoke. The carped had cigarette burn holes and various stains with an unknown origin. Green wallpapers decorated the walls but they seemed to be ancient and were peeling off the walls at places. Many massive cupboards in dark colors lined the sides of the hall and took a lot of the space. Dust, old pictures and boxes of all sizes hid away their surface.  

    Mikey walked slowly, careful not to trip on something in the dark. He couldn’t see more that the outlines of the furniture and barely the colors of things.

    “Michael…” a woman’s soft whisper filled the silence and made Mikey’s hairs stand up. “Michael…” the voice was so gentle, almost like singing a lullaby to a scared child. “Come with me Michael…” he was sweating and his heartbeat became so loud he felt he couldn’t hear anything else.  

    “WHO ARE YOU?!” he was screaming at the top of his lungs and his throat hurt like hell. “SHOW YOURSELF!!!” he looked all around himself desperately looking for the girl calling him.

    “They don’t love you, they don’t need you Michael…” he could even feel the cold breath on his neck. “Come with me Michael…” he fell to his knees plugging his ears. The words were invading his mind, feeling him with doubt, anger, fear, loneliness and so many other emotions at once.

    “YOU’RE A LIAR!!!” he yelled shutting his eyes to the point it hurt.

     “Michael…You will die Michael…” he hit his head in the floor trying to get the voice out of his head. “I can save you Michael…” his forehead was bleeding staining his slender face.

    “WHAT… DO… YOU… WANT… FROM… ME?!!” he hit the wall next to him, a blow between words. His knuckles bled. “Stop…” his screaming was now a faint whisper. That was all his emotionally exhausted body could master. 

    “Michael!” the faint whisper was getting louder and seemed so much closer. Mikey felt nauseous. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he crashed down on the floor with a thud.

Before he could completely slip into the darkness he opened his eyes and saw a transparent vision of a woman as pale as a ghost wearing a nightgown. She was walking and inch above the ground and her every move was very slow. As she neared Mikey she made the air colder and it became even harder to breathe. With one final sharp movement she went through him causing the most horrible feeling a human could suffer. Someone was screaming far away from him. It sounded so much like him but he didn’t feel like he was producing it. The force pushed him into a cupboard and a box fell down opening. Suddenly, music started playing; it was a music box. The relaxing melody drained what was left of Mikey’s energy and he fainted.

    Amy paced the forth floor’s corridor slowly. The wood was creaking under her feet and that sound was all you could hear. It was dark so she traced the walls in hopes to find a light switch which she did. When she could finally see properly she took a good look around. She noticed her fingers were now dirty after tracing the wall. The house was obviously vacant for a long time.  

    Amy stopped at a door on her right and thought for a second. Should she open it? With everything that happened in the past few days anything could be there. She turned the doorknob and pushed it lightly. The room that came into view was truly beautiful. The walls were a deep color of red; an idea that once popped into Amy’s head. She asked her parents to paint her room red but they never let her. A few amazing paintings decorated them. The massive black wardrobe next to the door had a picture of a forest craved on it and handles were silver. Amy gazed at it in awe for a while. Then she opened it to find a single short backless red dress hanging, waiting, begging for her to put it on. She touched it and was surprise at how soft and light it was. She took it and went over to a mirror she just noticed was at the other end of the room. She hesitated for a bit but then quickly got undressed and put it on. It made her look even more beautiful, if that is possible. She spun around and smiled. Then she finally saw the big bed with many pillows right behind her. How could she miss it? It was perfectly made and had a note on the red duvet.

    She sat on it and lifted the note to read it. 

                                             “A friend in need, is a friend indeed.
                                               Tonight you’ll lose what’s sweet.
                                               But angel don’t you cry!
                                               I promise, you won’t die”

    She dropped the note in sheer terror and gasped. And than it was like she couldn’t breathe. The dress was getting tighter and tighter, suffocating her. She fell on the bed and started trying to remove the deadly piece of clothing. Her lungs were burning for air. The more she moved, the more she sank into the bed. It was swallowing her. In mere seconds she was completely gone.

     Christina slid down the wall and hugged her knees to warm herself up a little. She was on the third floor. Alone. And it scared the shit out of her. She took out her cigarettes and her lighter. She had quit them five months ago with much effort. Gerard was supposed to quit with her but he caved in. She carried them for desperate times and now sure was a desperate time.

    She lit up one and took a drag. The toxic smoke invaded her lungs and it felt so good. She faintly smiled and relaxed. She rubbed her eyes and groaned. How did she get in this nightmare? And more important, how would she get out? Remembering what she was there for, she got up and opened the first door she saw. Nothing. The room was empty. A part of her felt relieved it wasn’t something horrible and another part of her was disappointed to see there was nothing that could help her in there.  

    She moved on to the next rooms. All of them hat nothing inside and looked so much the same. Every time she hoped the next room would be different, that it would hold the answer to the escape, but the disappointment just repeated itself again and again. It seemed like there were so many rooms and the more she searched the more they got. She didn’t remember the house being that big.

    At maybe the hundredth chipped old door she ran out of cigarettes. She threw the box away and sighed. She should have saved some for later. She looked at how much of the hall was left to check.  

    “What?” the hall was so long she couldn’t see the end of it. It wasn’t like that when she started. She was sure she saw the end of it before opening the first door. She looked behind her; same thing. She walked by all those room, fastening her pace with each step until she was running. “Hello?” no response. She checked the rooms on her way as fast as she could leaving them open. She came to a place where the hall separated in two ways. “Always turn right.” She spoke under her breath to herself. The turn was fallowed by many more and she always went right.

    After running for ten minutes she realized she was lost. She was tired, hungry and hell she needed a cigarette. Her phone didn’t work. It was the worst case scenario. 

    Then the ground shook beneath her feet. She lost balance and fell down twisting her wrist. The ground shook again and something made out of glass broke. She didn’t remember seeing glass anywhere. The thing that made the small earthquakes was getting closer at a scaring speed. Christina got up ignoring the pain in her wrist and ran. She didn’t care exactly where she was going, she just wanted away from the thing. It was after her. She could tell it was one of those monsters you check under your bed for. She opened the first door that she had time to stop at and slid in to hide. She was breathing heavily and her heart was racing.

    There was a mess on the second floor. You couldn’t see the color of the carpet from paper sheets scattered everywhere. They were mainly sketches of people on the streets or meaningless words. He wondered why when they checked the house the first time they got there they found bedrooms and now it seemed like there was nothing besides the living room on the last floor and some useful rooms downstairs. By now he had realized the house was changing all the time so it wasn’t so surprising.

    He picked up some of the sketches and went through them realizing they were all so familiar to him. He searched at the back of his head to try to remember where he had seen them but failed. Giving up, he threw them down and continued he’s way. All the rooms seemed normal to him. Most of them were just ordinary bedrooms while others were libraries, bathrooms or closets. There were many twists and turns in the hallway and after time it gave him the feeling he was walking around in circles.  

    He opened another door leading to a library. He chose to enter for a difference and the smell of old books hit him. It was a soothing smell he loved as a child. He inhaled deeply went between the shelves of books. They were pretty well presumed. He chose one randomly and opened it.

    “The story of Lily Maintree” was on the on the first page of it. He Sat down on the floor and started reading. It was about a girl and her life, about how she never really got any attention and went to extremes to get. Gerard couldn’t stop reading until he came to the part where she killed her boyfriend and ended up in a house that made her go mental and kill herself. When it ended Gerard suddenly got back to reality and noticed he was on page 742. How did he get so far? And how long had he been in there? He checked his watch. Only ten minutes had passed since he separated from the others.

     “No way!” he stared at his watch and thought and thought and thought. What was going on? It was maybe the hundredth time that question plagued his mind in the past couple of days but it still was unanswered. He got an idea and quickly stood up. He noticed the books were carefully placed in alphabetic order and went over to “M”.

    He finally found what he dreaded; “The story of Mikey Way”. Eager to find out what it contained, he opened it. It started off with some ordinary days and became more complex further on. There was this particular chapter in which you could see how he got involved with the wrong friends and started doing drugs. He pulled some girl into it all. Apparently, she was a very promising student and a good person. At the end of the chapter the girl died from overdose and Mikey blamed it on himself. After that he quit but still couldn’t forgive himself. 

    It was all too overwhelming. So many questions popped out. Why didn’t Mikey tell his own brother for all that? And how could he not notice? Suddenly, Gerard felt as if he had never actually been in his brother’s life. He always thought they were the closest people on earth. He wondered if it was true. His mind went blank. Every sound in the room was ten times stronger and there was an echo. He heard the clock ticking and it brought him back to reality. It was like a rollercoaster.

    He shook a little and gazed at the clock. Half an hour had passed. He got up and found all of his friends’ books and placed them on a coffee table in the corner. Even with the speed the time was going with when he read it was still too much to read at once and way too heavy to carry at once. Maybe he could read just the endings of some? 

    He picked up the book on top of the pile and skipped to the last page. It turned out to be Pete’s life story. He was in the kitchen.

    “Shit!” Gerard was terrified from what he read next. He jumped to his feet and ran. 

*before Gerard even went inside the library*

    Why was it so important to search the house? And especially the first floor. Pete had seen enough to know that they were all goners. It wasn’t even worth wasting their time. But his time wasn’t really worth anything without his best friends. Of course he had the ones that were still alive but the loss was far too much for him to handle.  

    He didn’t pay much attention to drawers he going through. Thoughts of his childhood with Patrick occupied his mind. His friend’s seventh birthday when he got his first hat and swore he wouldn’t take it off. That time they broke the neighbor’s window with a batman action figure that was supposed to fly to the tree and save a cat. The memory flow was suddenly interrupted by the bottle of Vodka that caught Pete’s eye. It was just what he needed. He took it eagerly and unscrew the cap.

    The minute the alcohol hit his lips and burned his throat he felt better. Or worse. He couldn’t tell. He made his way to the kitchen and sat on the table. For the first time he was alone in the house. He could think without distraction. The events repeated themselves in his mind while he drank. He realized he had no luck whatsoever. Nothing worked out the way he wanted it.  

    He got up and went up the stairs. He reached the fifth floor and stood under the hole in the ceiling. After taking another sip he got the courage to climb to the roof. Walking over the edge he felt empty. They didn’t care for him. He lost the one who did. He figured out he didn’t have to wait for death to come to him in the worst way imaginable. He could do it himself.

    He gazed upon the world in front of him. What a beautiful and lonely place it was. Taking in the last moments of his life as every singly detail sank in his mind and stained his memory forever he prepared to take the last step.

    “Pete, DON’T!!!” Gerard’s voice startled him and he turned his head sharply to see him. He slipped on something fell backwards ever the edge.

     He could hear his friend screaming in panic as he was falling. It was the longest fall he had ever had. It stretched on forever and he thought about everything he had done till this very last day of his life. Nothing special came to mind but the mere fact someone -even if it was only Gerard- cared enough to try to stop him from taking away his own life. It was now too late but it gave him comfort.

    And then it happened. His body hit the ground and it all went black. It was over

    “Lets get on the roof.” Amy pushed an armchair under the hole and got on top of it. “We’ll see what we can do. I need some help.” Gerard lifted her higher and she climbed out.  Careful not to sleep and fall she stepped out on the roof. She walked closer to the edge unsteady on her legs. One of the roof-tiles slid under Amy’s foot and she fell. She dragged down to the very edge but managed to stop in time. “That was close.” she said and looked down. “It’s too high to jump!” she yelled.  

    “Is there anything we could climb use to get down?” Christina said from inside the house.

    “Not really.” Amy looked around herself but didn’t see anything that could help them.  

    “Hold on, I’m coming!” Gerard’s head showed from the hole and climbed out with someone’s help. “Amy! You’ll fall!” he said when he saw how close to the edge she was, “Take my hand!” he outstretched to her and she grabbed it. He pulled her away from the danger and hugged her. “You’re right. We can’t escape from here.” he was disappointed, it was his last hope.

    “At least we can see the blue sky.” she gazed at it. The sky was the one thing they all had began missing. 

    “It’s beautiful just like you.” he smiled and she melt into that smile. “Lets go back inside.” they jumped in the hole and landed with thud in the middle of the room.

    “Well?” Pete asked. They hadn’t heard their conversation. 

    “Nothing.” Gerard answered and everyone sighed and frowned.

    “Now what?” Mikey asked.

     “We could try and figure out what the hell is this place and why are we dying one by one.” Christina sat on the floor Indian style and rested her chin on her hand. She started thinking and so did the others. “Everything seems to have something to do with revenge.” she remarked.

    “You’re right!” Mikey’s head shot as he was starting to make the connections. “I think we’re being… punished? I have no idea what for though, we haven’t done anything wrong.” he lied a bit there. He knew he wasn’t as innocent as the others thought, he was just good at keeping his mouth shut. Some things were better left unsaid.

    “That makes sense.” Pete bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. “Then we’re all goners.”

    “What do you mean?” Amy asked, her voice shaking.

    “No-one is perfect. I bet all of us have done things we’re not proud of. The only question left is who’s next?” they avoided each others eyes not knowing what to say.

   “Um, now that we’ve got that straight maybe we should try to find a way out again?” Christina got nods from everyone, “Okay, it’d be better if everyone had to check one floor of the house. I’ll take the third.” three was her lucky number and it worked every time. She wasn’t going to take chances right now. Luck was all she had. Pete took the first floor, Mikey got the fifth, Gerard called the second and Amy was left with the forth.

   The fifth floor had a wide hall that was a very dark place that smelled of mould mixed with naphthalene and cigarette smoke. The carped had cigarette burn holes and various stains with an unknown origin. Green wallpapers decorated the walls but they seemed to be ancient and were peeling off the walls at places. Many massive cupboards in dark colors lined the sides of the hall and took a lot of the space. Dust, old pictures and boxes of all sizes hid away their surface.

   Mikey walked slowly, careful not to trip on something in the dark. He couldn’t see more that the outlines of the furniture and barely the colors of things.

   “Michael…” a woman’s soft whisper filled the silence and made Mikey’s hairs stand up. “Michael…” the voice was so gentle, almost like singing a lullaby to a scared child. “Come with me Michael…” he was sweating and his heartbeat became so loud he felt he couldn’t hear anything else.

    “WHO ARE YOU?!” he was screaming at the top of his lungs and his throat hurt like hell. “SHOW YOURSELF!!!” he looked all around himself desperately looking for the girl calling him.

  “They don’t love you, they don’t need you Michael…” he could even feel the cold breath on his neck. “Come with me Michael…” he fell to his knees plugging his ears. The words were invading his mind, feeling him with doubt, anger, fear, loneliness and so many other emotions at once.

     “YOU’RE A LIAR!!!” he yelled shutting his eyes to the point it hurt.

    “Michael…You will die Michael…” he hit his head in the floor trying to get the voice out of his head. “I can save you Michael…” his forehead was bleeding staining his slender face.

    “WHAT… DO… YOU… WANT… FROM… ME?!!” he hit the wall next to him, a blow between words. His knuckles bled. “Stop…” his screaming was now a faint whisper. That was all his emotionally exhausted body could master.

    “Michael!” the faint whisper was getting louder and seemed so much closer. Mikey felt nauseous. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he crashed down on the floor with a thud.

Before he could completely slip into the darkness he opened his eyes and saw a transparent vision of a woman as pale as a ghost wearing a nightgown. She was walking and inch above the ground and her every move was very slow. As she neared Mikey she made the air colder and it became even harder to breathe. With one final sharp movement she went through him causing the most horrible feeling a human could suffer. Someone was screaming far away from him. It sounded so much like him but he didn’t feel like he was producing it. The force pushed him into a cupboard and a box fell down opening. Suddenly, music started playing; it was a music box. The relaxing melody drained what was left of Mikey’s energy and he fainted.

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    “Aren’t you happy this morning?” Amy eyed her mischievously and took a bite of her toast. 

    “I have my reasons.” she winked at her and turned to Mikey who was sipping his coffee. When he saw her glance he choked on the hot liquid and blushed.
 
    Pete didn’t take part in the laugh they shared. He just stood there, staring at his cereal. He hadn’t touched it. He wasn’t hungry at all. He kept staring at his food thinking about Patrick. How could they laugh at a moment like this? He hadn’t spoken since yesterday. The photo that was sent to Jepha was imprinted on his mind. He was dead. He lied somewhere on the cold ground or maybe Heyley had called the cops and he was at a morgue? If that was true he was probably being dissected by some random doctor to see if it held evidence of who the killer was. But whoever did, wouldn’t let them do that. He doubted it was even a person. He doubted everything.

    “We should save food.” Gerard took him out of his little world of misery and brought him back to reality. “We don’t have that much.”  

    “But I’m hungry!” Mikey wined. “I missed dinner yesterday. We all did.”

    “We have to save food.” his brother repeated firmly. It was in his nature to be stubborn. 

  “Oh fine.” he gave up and looked away in frustration. “So what, Gerard, now we have to stop eating?” 
 
   “No. Just eat less.” he picked up the empty bow before him and put it in the sink with the intention of washing it later. His arm hurt pretty bad but he didn’t say it. “We have to explore the tunnel.”

     “Since when are you in charge?” Jepha had had enough of his bossiness and was prepared to argue with him.

    “Whoever thinks we should explore the tunnel raise their hand, please!” Gerard spoke and raised his hand in the air. Everyone did the same and when Jepha saw he was alone joined them. “Good. Now I don’t think it should be dangerous but we’re not taking any chances. The girls will stay here and the guys will go to the lake. We’ll find out if there’s fish there. If there is fish there, we can fish and that should solve the food problem.” 

    “Hey! We’re not that helpless!” Emmy said. “This is 21^st century, dumbass. We can defend ourselves.”

    “Then you can search the house for a way out.” Gerard had nothing more than respect for women but no wasn’t the right time. He wanted to yell at all of them but calmed himself down. He had to be strong. “I want all of you to think really, really hard about what has happened and see if you can come up with a theory.” he was talking to everyone, no just the girls. He stressed the ‘really’ part.

     “Fair.” Amy said and raised her fist in the air. Her friends looked at her as she was a total idiot. “What?” she knew pretty damn well ‘what’ but in her eyes it was far more funnier to play dumb. They’d appreciate it if someone hadn’t died yesterday or if they weren’t trapped in an abandoned house with no way out. “Bad timing.” she thought.

    “We can use our cell phones to talk to each other.” Mikey said. “They seem to work when we’re calling people that are here.” 

    “Ok.” The first and only word Pete said the whole morning.

    “Lets start exploring then!” Gerard went over to the hole with everyone following him. He and the guys jumped in and went inside the tunnel leaving the girls behind. “We should’ve brought torches or something like that. This place is fucking dark!” he tripped every now and then but didn’t fall. They reached the underground lake started starring at it aimlessly.

    “What is there to explore?” Jepha asked the question everyone wanted to know the answer to. 

    “We can start with the water.” Pete’s voice was cold as if his friends had betrayed him and deserved nothing better. “We have to find out if that’s fish.” he pointed at the silver thing moving in the water.

    “How?” all eyes were now on Jepha and it didn’t take him long to read their mind. “No way! I’m not going in there!” 

    “Lets play ‘scissors, rock, paper’. Whoever loses first goes in the water.” Gerard suggested and they agreed a bit unsure if that was the right way. Jepha was the only one with paper and he lost to the scissors everyone else had chosen.

    “Fuck!” he breathed in for courage and took off his shirt. He dived into the cold water and they watched as his body go deeper and deeper until they could no longer see him. 

    “Do you think he’ll come back?” Gerard asked after a minute. “He’s been down there for a long time.”

    “Only for a minute. He’s a tough guy.” Mikey said more to himself than anything.  

    “I think that’s him.” Pete pointed at a shadow coming from the bottom of the water. It got bigger and clearer until you could be completely sure it was Jepha. He reached the surface gasping for air. “What did you find?”

    “Nothing.” he said between breaths. “But now I can bug you about being such chickens!” he laughed and they just glared at him.      

    “Damn. I really hoped we would find fish. Now we’ll ran out of food in a couple of days.” Gerard leaned on the wall and cursed everything.

    “Need a hand?” Mikey outstretched his hand towards Jepha to help him get out of the water. He accepted it but just when he tried to get out something started pulling him back. “I’m trying to help you! Stop pulling me!”  

    “I’M NOT!” he screamed in horror. He could feel something wrapping around his foot. It was cold and slimy. It felt like a tentacle. “HELP ME!” Gerard was holding onto Mikey and Pete was holding onto Gerard in desperate tries to pull him out. Even their strength put together wasn’t enough to do the job. “NO! IT’S KILLING ME! SAVE ME!” more tentacles attacked Jepha and covered his face. He could no longer breath and was suffocating. He let got of Mikey and sank. He fought the thing that was killing him but it was no use. It wasn’t long before his heart stopped beating and the monster tore him limb by limb, violating his corpse.  

    “JEPHA!” Pete screamed terrified and almost jumped after him but the others held him. “No! Let me go!” 

    “Pete! It’s no use! We have to get away from the water!” Gerard shook him hard and then looked him in the eye. “He’s dead.” then they saw some of his body parts floating on the surface of the water.

    “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” Mikey was having trouble breathing and was near to having a panic attack. He was sweating and shaking. “Lets get out of here!” he pleaded and than they ran as fast as they could. By the time they were in the living-room they were panting for breath and sweating. “That thing killed him, it killed him, man! Oh God I think I’m gonna be sick!” Gerard slapped him across the face and told him to get a grip.  

    “Now is not the time to fucking panic!” he was glaring at him. He was a control freak but no-one knew it. He hid it all the time. “I know he’s dead, I was there too!” he yelled in his face. “Mikey! Look at me!” Mikey hadn’t made direct eye contact during the whole fight but his brother forced him to meet his hazel eyes. “I’m sorry.” he let go of him and bit his lip. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

    “What’s going on? Why are you yelling?” the girls came down the stairs. 

    “Jepha’s dead.” Pete said staring at his shoes. “He was killed in front of us.”

    “What do you mean he’s dead? How?” Emmy was so pale she looked dead.

    “We went in the cave. We saw that silver thing again and thought we should dive in and see if it’s fish.” Gerard started the story. “We played ‘scissors, rock, paper’ to see who should go in the water. Jepha lost.” he frowned and felt like it was his fault. He suggested playing that game without estimating the risks properly. “When he tried to get out something pulled him back. We tried to help him but it had…tentacles and it put them around his head. I think he couldn’t breathe and let go of us. Then the thing took him deeper and after a minute we saw his body parts floating in the lake. We got scared and ran away.” he looked ashamed of that.

    “He…got torn apart?” Emmy was almost crying and the others just stood silent.  

    “No! We have to get away from this place!” Mikey turned around and ran and his friends did the same with no second thoughts. As soon as the last one of them exited the tunnel Pete and Gerard blocked the door with a cupboard that was placed in one of the corners of the living room. “We’re all gonna die! Fast! I have to get out of this madhouse!” Mikey picked up a chair and threw it against a window. Of course, it didn’t break. “What. The. Hell. Is. This. Place!” he said between the many times he tried breaking the glass. Eventually he got tired and leaned on the wall.

    “Mikey, we won’t get out that way.” Amy put her hand on his shoulder caringly. 

    “Then how?” he snapped at her and she took a step back in surprise. “How?” he wasn’t angry anymore, he was hopeless.                    

   “I think I know how.” Christina said firmly causing everyone to pay attention to her words. “Remember the hole in the ceiling? The one, that the pedant made?” they nodded beginning to understand where she was going, “Maybe we can go through there!”

    “Lets go see if we can.” Gerard went for the stairs excited that they had a chance of leaving this hellhole. 

    “Wait.” Pete looked at all of them, “Two of our friends died mere minutes ago and what do we do? We act like it’s no big deal. It was the same yesterday, when Patrick was murdered!” he made them think and he was right. It seemed as if they had gotten used to it and fast. The possibility of them losing their lives had made them follow their instincts and think more about themselves, forgetting everything else. “I can’t believe how little you care about people who would probably die for you if they had to!”

    “Oh my God” Amy realized what they had been doing. “It’s true, guys. We should react differently. This thing is changing us. We’ve become something selfish.” 

    “But we can’t just stand in one place and cry all day!” Gerard also had a point, like always.

    “Shut up Gerard! Stop being like this.” Mikey had had just enough of his brother’s bossiness. “Can’t you pretend you’re not better, smarter than us?”

     “I am trying to fucking save your asses!” he yelled in frustration. “And if you don’t cooperate that won’t happen soon!” they were shortening the distance between each other with every sentence. “I’m upset about Patrick, Jepha or Emmy but we have to get out of here! They’re dead and if stay a little longer we’ll be dead too. I don’t feel like dying now, Mikey!”

    “Stop it!” Amy pushed them away from each other and glared at them both. “Talk about brotherly love!” they had never seen her this angry before. She went up the stairs and left them in silence. 

    “It’s all your fault she’s like that.” Mikey shoved him.

    “Did we try everything?” Emmy was biting on her nails from the stress.

    “All doors leading outside, the windows, everything.” Mikey used his fingers to list what they have checked. “Our cell phones aren’t working either.”

    “Hey, look what I found!” Pete was in the hole looking at a door that was in front of him. “Where do you think it goes?”

     “Lets find out.” Jepha came down and opened the door. “It leads to a tunnel of some sort.” It was dark and wet and they had to walk in a column. After a couple of minutes they reached a huge place that looked like a cave and had a small lake in it. Jepha had to stop in his tracks to prevent falling in and everyone behind him bumped into the person in front of him, Gerard’s arm hurt like hell when it collided with Amy’s back but he wouldn’t let it show. “Wow.” The water was crystal clear but you couldn’t see much because of the lack of light. “Is that fish over there?” he pointed at something that was shining silver, small and swam in the water.

   “This keeps getting weirder and weirder.” Gerard spoke and dipped his hand in the water. He shivered from the cold and took off his black leather jacked and shirt to wash off the blood from the wounds. He splashed some water at his face and cleaned up his wound a little not using his left broken hand. “Do you think there’s a way out of here?” he asked full of hope as he squeezed out the water from his clothes. He’s worried gaze got lost somewhere in the distance that wasn’t visible due to the darkness.

    “There has to be.” everyone except Gerard turned their heads to Amy giving her a look that said ‘what are you doing?’. “There’s always a way out.” she hugged her boyfriend and kissed the tip of his nose giving him the much needed comfort. He seemed distant and lost.  

    “Do you know what’s weird here?” Christina stared at the water, “It’s dark but not too dark. We can see in here and there’s no place for light to come from. How is that possible? And there are ripples too.”

    “This is creeping me out.” Pete headed back the tunnel quickening his pace with every step he took until he was almost running. His friends didn’t follow him though. They were too much deep in thought about the current situation.

     “We won’t survive if we don’t get out.” Emmy broke the awkward silence. “We can go without food for 41 days, fortunately we have water but we still can’t stay trapped here for over a month. We don’t even know what going on.”

    “Maybe it has something to do with the letter?” Mikey suggested rubbing his eyes to chase away the tiredness that took him over. “Think about it. It all began then. Patrick and Hayley left and short after Gerard broke his hand and the doors disappeared.” it all made perfect sense.

    “You have a point.” Amy said. “If I remember correctly the letter had our names in it but mine and Heyley’s were missing. It had something about being innocent enough. And then the writing on the ceiling. The first sentence was “The innocent go”. What if Patrick and Heyley were the innocent and we’re the guilty? But then why was my name missing?” 

    “I got confused.” Jepha was concentrating but it was all too much to take in so fast. Then he heard the well-known sound his phone made when he got a message. “I thought those didn’t work here?” he took it out and the minute he saw what was sent to him all color drained from his face. “I-i-it can’t b-b-be!” he stuttered.

    “Oh my God!” Amy put a hand over her mouth. On the screen of his phone was an image that she’d rather not seen. Patrick’s dead body lying somewhere in the woods covered in blood and dirt. His eyes were empty and Heyley was crying over his corpse. She was a mess too but still alive and unharmed. Her clothes were covered in mud like she had tripped and fell while being chased. Amy was now crying and sobbing into Gerard’s chest. 

    The others saw the picture and it made them sick. Mikey threw up from disgust. Their friend was dead. Murdered. Patrick was always loved for his kindness. He was the kind of person everyone would love but not anymore. All that was left from him was his body covered in gashes, cuts and bruises. They were going to remember him this way, not because they wanted to but because it was a scene you couldn’t forget easily. His face, though lifeless, still reflected the horror and torture he had been through. Jepha’s phone received another message saying ‘you can’t run away. three cheers for sweet revenge’.

    “He’s d-d-dead!” Amy sobbed out while Gerard wiped away her tears and consoled her by caressing her soft hair. 

    “How did they take the picture? It’s so close to them and they’re not even noticing it. And what the hell killed Patrick. Why did it leave Heyley alone?” Mikey got more and more frustrated with each question left without an answer until his rage was let out in the form of kicks and punches thrown at the cave’s walls. His knuckles bled and his toes hurt. Finally Jepha and Emmy reacted and held him aback before he could cause himself more needless pain. He fell on his knees weeping.

   “Mikey! Calm down! It’s gonna be ok! We’re gonna get the fuck out of here! We won’t die!” Gerard shook his brother and looked him straight in the eye. It hurt him to see such a close to him person breaking down into a mess in a matter of a few minutes. His eyes were already bloodshot from the tears. “I promise.” he whispered reassuringly. 

    “How do you know?” Mikey didn’t wait for an answer and pushed him out of his way and ran away back in the house.

    “Fuck!” Gerard cursed under his breath and ran his hand through his jet-black hair. “Lets go back.” he stood up and stared at his reflection in the water before he turned around and went into the tunnel. His friends followed him quietly. Just before ten minutes he was the hopeless one and now he was the strong one keeping the sane or at least trying to. The silence between them as they walked was crushing them. They desperately needed someone to say something, anything. “How much food do we have?

    “Just enough for us to survive for three days.” Amy spoke slowly, “That’s how long we were planning on camping.” then she remembered how they got themselves into this mess.

    “So we can survive for about month and a half then. We have that much time to save ourselves. We can do it. It’s more than enough.”  he breathed in and saw the light at the end of the tunnel signaling them they were near to exit. Soon they were climbing out of the hole in the living-room. Mikey was sitting on the sofa staring at the wall with a blank expression and Pete was next to him with his face buried in his hands.  

    “I want to see the picture.” he mumbled. He was talking about Patrick. He knew.

    “Pete, I think it would be better if you don’t look at it.” Christina sat next to him. 

    “I have to. I must. He was my best friend Chrissy!” he screamed the last sentence at the top of his lungs. Jepha bit him lip and passed him his phone. Pete gazed at the horrible scene and his eyes watered. He rubbed his face and looked away. “Who did this?”

    “We don’t know.” Amy lowered her head. She wish she did know. 

    “It’s getting late, we should try and get some sleep.” Emmy suggested and her friends nodded in agreement. They took of to their rooms to get ready to go to bed. No-one spoke that much. They didn’t know what to say or do.

    Emmy lied in her bed in Jepha’s arms. She was awake and couldn’t sleep at all. Too many things had happened for a reason unknown. She thought about it. Tried to figure it out. It was no use. There was no logic in the events. She got annoyed and slowly removed Jepha’s arm from around her waist and got out of bed. Her bear feet touched the floor and the cold ran through her body making her shiver. She tiptoed, careful not to wake up her beloved. She closed the door and went down the stairs. She was a bit scared from the dark and kept turning her head to check if someone or something was following her.  

    She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She leaned on the counter and took a sip. She stared out the window. It was a beautiful night. You could see all the stars sparkling in the dark night sky. The fact she couldn’t even go out for walk made her desire it more. She wanted to be free from this nightmare. It was choking her.

    She heard someone’s steps coming closer to the kitchen and froze. The hairs on her neck stood up from fear. She didn’t have the guts to turn and see who it was. What if it was Patrick’s killer? She didn’t want to die. Not in that way, not here, not now.  

    “Emmy?” a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she recognized Amy’s sweet voice. She turned to face her and smiled.

    “You scared the shit out of me!” 

    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” she took a sit on the table. “Can’t sleep?”

    “Yeah.” she sat next to her and yawned. “I want to. But I can’t.” all her previous thoughts about Patrick’s death, the letter, the writing on the ceiling and the tunnel came back and she was ready to cry. “Patrick’s dead.” she said it as if she had just realized it and it hurt so much.

     “He’s at a better place now, I hope.” Amy hugged her as she her tears began to stain her tired face.

    “Guys?” Christina’s whispers made them look at her standing at the door of the kitchen. “Are you two ok?” she asked worried and went over to them. “I couldn’t sleep and heard you walking down the hallway.”

    “Yeah,” Emmy wiped away her tears and stopped sobbing, “we’ll be fine.” she graced her with a fake smile.

     “Today was scary.” Christina said out of the blue.

    “You almost got crushed by that pedant.” Amy remembered. “Speaking of that, you seemed disappointed then. Why?” she was getting curious now. 

    “Well,” she answered her with a spark in her eyes, “I think I wanted Mikey to save me.”

    “I knew it!” her two friends said in unison. “You like him, don’t you?” 

    “I think he’s cute.” she rolled her eyes just to escape their gaze. “But I don’t think he feels the same way about me.”

    “Are you kidding me?” Emmy laughed. “He’s had a crush on you ever since he saw you. Haven’t you noticed? He stares at you when he thinks no-one’s looking, he blushes when you touch him, he’s always asking Gerard to ask Amy if you liked him.”  

    “Yeah but I keep telling him I won’t. Mikey’s a bit shy with girls.” Amy added.

    They talked like that for about an hour before they felt they were too tired to go on and went to bed. They fell asleep a lot faster that before. Amy kissed Gerard while he was still sleeping before she went to bed and he mumbled something. She giggled quietly and doze off soon after.

     Unlike them Pete was having trouble sleeping. His best friend was dead and he was in this house that probably wanted to destroy them all. How could he sleep? How could anyone else? He felt like he was the only one that really missed Patrick and really care. They wouldn’t be like that if they cared. He was alone in his room. No-one there to give him comfort. He could go to Christina. No, she was in the same room with Mikey. He liked her but she had her attention on Mikey all the time. They were perfect for each other, why should he stand between them? He’s train of thought took him to the a place he hated. He started thinking it was all losing its point.

ok i have NOT left my other story. i just wanted to post this one. it's a gift for Amy (poeticjustice) so enjoy! comment and buzz please!

xoxoxo 

   The van was packed with laughing teenagers and popcorn being thrown everywhere. Amy attacked everyone with popcorn and especially Mikey. Emmy was eating what was thrown at her and she fed some to her boyfriend, Jepha, who gladly accepted eating from her hand. Patrick was dozing off to sleep. He could fall asleep anywhere, anytime. Heyley was getting crushed by him for he was on her and she couldn’t really move. Gerard, Amy’s boyfriend, was driving and he had his eyes on the road. He took driving very seriously ever since that accident. He thought about it every day and he still felt guilty about it.

*flashback*

    He was drunk and he didn’t see that other car. It was dark and pouring but that was no excuse. By the time he hit the breaks it was too late. The other car took a turn to avoid the collision. It crashed into a tree. He didn’t get hurt but that woman wasn’t that lucky. When he saw her bloody body it was in an unnatural position and she wasn’t breathing. She had hit her head badly on the steering wheel. He panicked and ran to his car. He drove over the speed limit all the way to his apartment. The woman died and he knew it was all his fault. He hadn’t been drinking ever since.

*end of flashback*

    “Stop throwing popcorn at me!” Mikey yelled so that everyone would hear him but they ignored his pleads. He had put his hands over his face and had his back turned at them to use it as a shield. “I’m not cleaning the van!” 

    “I think I got some in my hat.” Patrick took his hat off to clean it and everyone gasped. “What?” 

    “Oh my fuckin God Patrick! You took it off!” Heyley pointed at his shiny hair and smiled. “We were beginning to think you had a bold spot or something! Between, what shampoo are you using?” she petted his head and he laughed. 

    “It’s a secret!”

   “What secret? You just never shower at all.” Pete got a punch in the arm for that., “Okay, you shower ONCE in a while.” he said ‘once’ very slowly to add to it..  
 

    “I’ll save you Mikey!” Christina jumped on him and hugging him. He was unprepared for the weight of her body and he fell over. She was lying on top of him laughing hard and he was blushing like a mad man.
 

    “Those two should be together.” Emmy whispered in Jepha’s ear and he nodded in agreement. “He obviously likes her.” 

    “Hey guys, check the map and tell me which way to go!” Gerard stopped at the fork in the road waiting for them to check. They were going camping which was Pete’s idea. “Come on! Work faster! Left or right?” 

    “We’re looking! I can’t find this on the map! Aren’t there any signs?” Emmy turned the map around to give it to him so he could look on his own.

    “Maybe we can ask for directions?” Jepha wasn’t really the type of guys that hate asking for help and it seemed their only option.

   “Who? We haven’t even seen a car for one hour.” Amy got off the car and looked at the surroundings. “The right way leads to a forest and I think I see a big house on the side of the left one.”

     “I bet there are people there. We can ask them.” Gerard’s face lit up with hope and he started the van. His girlfriend got in and they left.

    “Lets go back! Please!” Heyley didn’t have good feeling about the house at all, it was scary in her opinion.

    “We don’t have much of a choice.” Patrick didn’t feel like going either but everyone else wanted to go there.

    Soon they were in front of the house. It looked old and the white paint was coming off the walls. The windows were dirty and the grass in the yard hadn’t been mowed in ages. The fence was falling apart. It didn’t seem so vacant before. Pete knocked on the door even thought he didn’t think there was anyone inside. Nothing happened and he shrugged his shoulders at the others who were still in the van. Just as he did the door opened by itself behind him. He turned around scared and walked a few steps back tripping over on something.

    “Go inside!” Mikey yelled with his hands in front of his mouth forming a tube.

  “No way! This house is giving me the creeps. You go!” his friend thought for a while but Gerard whispered “chicken” and that made him go. “What’s the matter Mikey? You don’t look so good.” he gave him a dirty look and that clearly showed his thoughts.

    “Maybe all of us should go in.” Christina got of the van and walked over to the door. “What are you waiting for?” the others fallowed her unsure if they wanted to. The furniture was old and there was a strange smell in the air. Spider webs and dust were covering almost everything. “This place sucks.” she saw a rat chewing on a book’s cover.  

    “I think whoever lived here was a hero from the war. Look at all these photographs! He had a family. I wonder what happened to them.” Gerard blew away the dust layering one of the photos on a coffee table. He felt a chill ran down his spine as he touched it and he let go of it immediately dropping it on the floor. “Okay, maybe it’s time to go now.”

    “Yeah, something here ain’t right.” Pete got that feeling of being watched and was first to leave the place. He walked to the van and got inside but the feeling wouldn’t go away. 

    His friends followed him. “Uh oh. Something’s wrong with the van. It won’t start.” Gerard had had just enough and this was getting worse and worse by the minute.

    “Great!” sarcasm was just Jepha’s way to deal with anger.  

    “Well, we can always set the camp here!” Christina’s try to cheer them up didn’t exactly work. “Mikey help me a little one this!”

    “Oh um…” he was caught off guard and cleared his throat to win time, “She’s right?” he said it more like a question than a statement and just then it started raining.  

    “What is it today? Friday the thirteenth?” Gerard’s hair quickly get wet stuck to his head.

    “Hey we can use the house! It doesn’t look like someone else needs it.” Christina was waiting for her idea to be rejected but much to her surprise they agreed. 

    “I hate not having a choice.” Pete mumbled and took his bags inside. “Do you think there are bedrooms here? It’s pretty big.” he left his things on the floor and went upstairs to see if there was any room comfortable enough to sleep in. “There’s nothing on the second floor.” he yelled so that everyone could hear. “I’m going I’ll check the third floor.”

    “Does this place have a fireplace?” Heyley had her arms around her body to keep her warm, “I’m wet and it’s the middle of September. I don’t feel like getting sick right now.” she opened the door to another room. “Strange, this place is cleaner than the other rooms” Patrick followed her inside to see what was she talking about. “There’s no dust, no webs, “she opened the drawers, “and there’s even food here. But I don’t think it’s eatable.” 

    “What the hell is this place?” he saw a letter under the table and bent over to pick it up. “This is addressed to us! All of our names are on it. Only Amy and yours are missing.” he was getting really scared and almost wanted to run.

    “Open it!” he handed it to her and she did it and read out loud “Only the innocent with survive. Are you innocent enough?” she dropped it and left the room fast. “Someone knows we’re here! Patrick, we have to leave!” on her way out she bumped into Amy and they both fell on the floor.  

    “Who gave you license to walk?” she rubbed his head in pain from the collision with the table behind him.

    “We have to go, NOW!” Heyely got up quickly and started shaking with fear. “This place is a madhouse!” she handed her the letter. “Read it.” 

    “Where did you find this?” the color from her face drained as she read it.

   “It was on the floor in the kitchen. How did they know?” Patrick joined the conversation and helped her up. “Tell the others.” 

    “It’s impossible someone wrote this for us! We didn’t even plan to be here.”

    Later on they told everyone about the letter but they just thought it was weird and not that scary. Heyley and Patrick wee the only ones that took it seriously and they had their bags ready to go. 

    “Maybe one of us is making a joke. It’s not funny though.” Gerard looked at Amy suspiciously. “And we all know who could’ve done it.”

    “Don’t look at me like that. I have nothing to do with it this time.” Amy held up her palms in front of her defensively. 

    “You said that when suddenly the water in the shower went ice cold last week.” Pete wasn’t going to forget that easily.

    “Well, that might have been partly my fault,” she giggled quietly to herself, “But I’m innocent now.” he looked at her angrily and shook his head. 

    “Do whatever you want. I’m leaving.” Heyley rolled her eyes and left with Patrick behind her. It was no longer raining but they had a lot walking to do. “Patrick? Thanks for supporting me.”

    “Anytime.” He held her close to keep them both warm.” 

    “Do you think we should leave too?” Emmy was looking out the window at the direction in which her friends had left.

    “No, we can’t always do whatever they ask us to.” Jepha went up the stairs dragging along his suitcase. “Come with me, Pete says there’s a bedroom on the fifth floor.” 

    “The fifth? Why would anyone put a bedroom all the way there?” she followed him to their temporary bedroom. “It’s nice.” the room was all in white and most importantly it had a bed.

    “Woah check out the paintings!” Christina was on the fifth floor with everyone else except for Emmy and Jepha. She was gazing at the pieces of art on the wall. “I’m beginning to like it here.” she stood right in the middle of the room. 

    Mikey didn’t like the way the pedant on the ceiling above her was shaking slightly. She started jumping with joy when they told her she could stay in that room and it made the pedant shake more. He knew it was going to fall but he froze in his place and his feet wouldn’t listen to his mind. And it happened. But just before that Pete pushed Christina out of its way saving her.

    “Are you okay?” he asked. 

    “Yeah, thanks.” she was confused and a little bit disappointed. She hugged Pete thought at which he smiled.  “Well, I guess I won’t be staying here.” she gazed at the hole in the ceiling. It was big enough for a human to go through it.

    “Yeah.” Emmy picked up some of the pieces and watched them sparkle in the light. “This place is falling apart.”  

    “What was that?” Mikey blurted out as a sound of something falling down. “Where did Gerard go?” his brother wasn’t anywhere around him and this is when he got scared. They all came down the stairs almost running. In the middle of the living-room’s floor on the first floor there was a big hole. “What happened?” he looked in the hole and saw Gerard lying at the bottom of it unconscious and covered in blood. “Gerard!” Mikey jumped next to him and checked his pulse. “He’s alive.” Amy was now kneeling next to him on the verge of tears.

     “He doesn’t look too good.” she said stoking his cheek careful not to hurt him. He slowly opened his eyes and winced in pain. “Gerard!”  

    “Everything hurts.” he mumbled sitting up and holding onto his head. “Ah!” he screamed as he tried to move his hand. “I think I broke it.”

    “How did you fall?” Jepha said looking upon him. 

    “There was something written on the ceiling and I stood on top of the table to read it but it broke and I fell.” Everyone looked up and saw what he was talking about.

    “The innocent go?” Emmy read the first line. 

    “Revenge is a dish best served cold. Don’t leave before the dessert.” Amy continued.

    “There’s a traitor here.” they were taking turns and Gerard came next. 

    “The five turns around?” Jepha was getting scared but he didn’t want to admit it.

    “Make your choice before we do.” Christina didn’t know who ‘we’ was but held her tongue. 

    “No way out for the sinners.” Mikey was rather whispering the last sentence.      

    “That makes no sense at all.” Amy turned her attention back on her boyfriend. “Can you walk?” he nodded and stood up but his hand was in a weird position. “I’ll go take some medicine from the van.” she said. 

    “How?” Mikey was facing the wall where the front door used to be. “There’s no door.” he was in a denial.

    “What?” Jepha kicked the place where the door used to be only to see the hard way that there was nothing more than a wall there.

     “The windows won’t open or break!” Pete had tried those options. “We can’t get out.” He’s eyes were wide with fear and his body was shaking.