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CHAPTER FIVE.

[ v. let's play ]




















THEY ALL AGREED to cover Briar's lifeless body up so they wouldn't have to look at him any further. "W-We need to leave," Liam fearfully stuttered, his eyes darting to the door. He gasped and ran to the door to try and escape. Once he grabbed the handle and tried to pull, he figured out the door wouldn't open.

"Let me see that," Scout breathed out as he walked over to the door, shoving Liam aside. The smaller boy stumbled back a bit, still shaken up. As Scout began to pull on the door handle, the door wouldn't open at all. He grunted and let go of the handle, giving up. "Shit!"

"Oh God, we're stuck here," Caroline trembled, feeling tears form in her eyes. She let out a sob, panicking.

"We need to call the police," Delancy managed to choke out, fumbling with her phone she took out from her back pocket. Ingrid watched with wide as the girl brought the phone to her ear, shaking.

"We need to find Devyn," Ingrid stated terrifyingly. Delancy's heart dropped as she heard something she didn't want to hear. They all saw the look on her face and became worried.

"Nobody answered," Delancy whispered as she swallowed the lump in her throat, slowly bringing her phone down.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Harriet mumbled to herself, pacing back and forth.

"Harriet." Ingrid turned towards the nervous girl, catching her attention. "Do you think a ghost took Dev to the basement?" The blonde questioned, making Harriet anxiously bite her bottom lip.

"Why didn't the police answer?!" Scout asked in an irritated tone. He wiped his forehead in distress, trying to figure out how to handle the situation. "They're literally the police!"

"Everyone is out with their kids," Ingrid reminded, cautiously looking around the dark house.

"The most haunted area of the house is the basement," Harriet explained as she let out a shaky sigh, "if a specter took Devyn and . . ." The mixed girl trailed off, holding back her tears as she was reminded about Briar's passing. "Then maybe Devyn is downstairs."

"Then let's go," Ingrid ordered, watching everyone besides Delancy shake their heads. The popular girl looked around with a disgusted look on her face.

"Are you all for real?" She exclaimed softly, fearful whoever (or whatever) took Devyn and killed Briar would hear her. "One of our friends died in front of our eyes and another was taken, and who knows what happened to her." She paused, looking at how guilty they looked. "And you're meaning to tell me you won't try to do everything in your power to save them?"

"The attention whore is right," Scout sighed, receiving a punch on the arm by Caroline herself. "Why do you dickheads keep hitting me . . ?" Unexpectedly, they heard a thump come from the upstairs, making them all flinch. "Oh, fuck me."

"Do you think that was Devyn?!" Liam asked in a whisper, his breathing heavy.

"We need to go look," Ingrid stated sternly, pleading for them to come with her. Suddenly, Layla got an idea, letting out a gasp.

"Maura Denali," she gasped, making everyone confused. "She's been my best friend for years, maybe she can help."

"She's stupid if she wants to join in on this suicide game," Caroline whispered as her eyes kept looking towards the stairs, shaking with fear. Layla dialed the girl's number and raised the phone to her ear, pleading for the girl to pick up.

Ingrid, however, was focused on someone. She looked behind her and saw a plaid blanket lying over what looked to be a person. A person who was stiff and lifeless. A person who's blood was on the floor and technically, Ingrid's hands.

     "Hello?" Layla questioned, sighing with relief. "Maura, I-I need your help. I'm really scared and-"

     Layla was cut off by a blood-curdling scream, scaring all of them. "Th-That was Devyn," Liam whispered in horror, feeling his heart drop.

     "Maura please," Layla whispered, wiping the tears off her face. "The old Carmichael House. Me and a group are trapped."

     Before Layla could have a chance to hang up, Ingrid sucked in her breath and walked towards the steps. She heard the people behind her call her name, begging her to stay back. But she didn't listen. She didn't want another person to die because of a suggestion and a decision she had made. The girl felt someone beside her, making her turn and see Delancy who was determined as she was.

     Ingrid held the railing of the staircase (not to mention it was slowly rotting away) as she slowly walked up the steps. From the fear, she was unable to speak. The sight was unexplainable. The stairs under her felt as if they were going to cave in. Looking up, all she could see was an abyss. "Devyn?!" Ingrid screamed out.

     There was no response.

     Ingrid turned and looked at the group as they watched in fear. "Delancy and I are going upstairs. Stay together," she instructed, taking on the leader position.

     "I'm coming too," Harriet added as she walked towards the staircase. Ingrid weakly smile, but it soon faded. Without any words said, the three started to gently walk up the steps as they took their time.

     Truthfully, they were all terrified out of their minds. The thought of dying so gruesomely haunted them to where they wanted to cry. As Ingrid stepped off the last step, she took a look at the second floor and started to gag. The stench was so surreal, it smelt like rotten milk. "Oh my God," Harriet whispered in disgust, coughing her lungs out.

Cobwebs strung across the corners and dust had collected in every crevasse and anywhere you could imagine. Dirt and muck turned everything into a brownish color. "Should we check everywhere?" Delancy softly questioned as she held her nose.

As Ingrid went to open her mouth, they all saw a door slowly creep open. The blonde's eyes went wide in horror. Delancy couldn't speak, it was physically impossible. "Is everything okay up there?!" They heard Scout yell from below, but we're all too afraid to answer. The three had their eyes glued to the opened door, not knowing what to do next.

     "That looks like the guest bedroom," Harriet informed, licking her chapped lips, "I don't like that room."

     "Why?" Ingrid asked as she looked back at the curly-headed girl. Harriet paused for a moment before opening her mouth once again.

     "Well, I hate this whole damn house," Harriet sniffled softly. Ingrid nodded in agreement before slowly stepping towards the door, inching closer and closer as the two trailed behind.

     Fear was an understatement. There was no exact word for how they felt as they walked towards the door. The creams of the rotting floor sent shivers down Ingrid's spine in ways she didn't know were possible. The hairs on all their arms stood tall, but it wasn't cold. "Devyn?" Delancy ordered in a strict tone, keeping her voice low.

     Ingrid was the first to reach the opening of the room. She took a deep breath, feeling herself choke up. Once she hesitantly and cautiously moved her head to where she looked inside, she was mortified. She gasped and jumped back, instantly sobbing uncontrollably. Delancy held onto her before taking a look for herself, letting out a scream.

     In the room sat a girl in the middle of the room. However, the girl's head was tilt up towards the ceiling inhumanly possible. Her legs spread straight forward, but something definitely wasn't okay. One of the girl's leg was ripped off. The insides of her knee were all exposed which caused a red crimson to soak the floor.

The girl was Devyn Howard.

     Harriet gagged once she took in the view, stumbling back. She felt her chest tighten and her eyes widen. She wanted to look away, but something she couldn't explain was holding her from doing so. Harriet let out a loud, blood-curling scream (which caught the attention of her peers downstairs).

     Delancy moved past Ingrid and ran towards the frozen causality. She put her hands on her shoulders and started to shake her. Delancy noticed Devyn's eyes were bloodshot and puffy, which realized she needed to act fast. In her peripheral vision, she saw Harriet and Ingrid approach and kneel down, away from the wound. "Devyn," Delancy pleases as she cleared her throat. "Come on, please." She continued to shake the unconscious girl.

     Harriet reached over and felt her neck, checking for a pulse. To her surprise, there was a pulse. All Ingrid could stare at was the blood gushing out of Devyn's knee. Ingrid never seen anything like it and it mortified her. Bile threatened to escape from her mouth, but managed to keep it down.

     "Devyn, please!" Harriet screamed out. Delancy kept shaking her as she cried. Devyn's head was still tilted towards the ceiling, as if she was staring at something. Ingrid swallowed the lump in her throat as she followed the girl's view. Ingrid slowly lifted her head up and saw the same crimson on the ceiling. All Ingrid could do was drop her jaw in horror.

     Blood was dragged across the ceiling as it spelled out a sentence. She felt like passing out but stood her ground. Her eyes widened like saucers, letting out a yell of fear. Delancy looked over at the blonde and saw she was also staring up at the ceiling. The popular girl hesitantly looked up, seeing the horrific scene she saw. Harriet also joined in, but was the one who was able to say something. "We're not alone."

     She was right, they weren't. The sentence written in blood said "You wanna play a game? Then let's play." Delancy noticed something happening to Devyn and looked down. She saw her pupils enlarge to an extent that was too dangerous. Blood started to pour from Devyn's mouth and down her neck. Delancy pulled Harriet and Ingrid back along with her, staring at the girl with frozen expressions.

     Devyn slowly turned her head and looked at them. The girls heard the disgusting sounds of bones cracking once the mixed girl turned. "What's going on?!" Ingrid asked as she panicked. She covered her face in horror, not wanting to look any further.

     "Save me," Devyn whispered in a high-pitched voice. Once she whispered, the girl fell back harshly only to floor. Her head bounced off the floor, making her unconscious.

     "He's here," Harriet cried before sprinting over to Devyn. Delancy and Ingrid followed, confused and scared.

     "Who?" Delancy trembled as she felt Devyn's head. Harriet sobbed once more before speaking.

     "Benjamin. He wants to play."

















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I AM SISTER SCARED. THIS IS UNEDITED AND TOOK ME LIKE THREE DAYS TO WRITE THIS CRAP. I HOPE YOU ENJOY. THIS STORY IS TAKING A TURN I DIDNT WANT TO HAPPEN BUT ITS HAPPENING??

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