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Re: "A Wicked Game" - My CreepyPasta is slowly developing...

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InsaaneDaark is not online. InsaaneDaark
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18 Oct 2011 09:26 PM
...and slowly getting better...
If you already read the beginning, start off from where you left.

A Wicked Game
I wake up. There’s birds singing, but my house is silent and dark. ‘My clock should have gone off before I wake up normally,’ I thought to myself. Muscles aching from sleeping little, I stretched up with all my stomach muscle and looked to my left and saw my alarm clock was gone. I looked under the little table where I put my lamp and clock, and see the outlet. The plug is there into the outlet, but the wire and the rest is ripped out. Shocked, my muscles and nerves came awake. They stopped aching and came in perfect contact with my mind. ‘Why am I being alarmed? My knife probably just dropped. Or my kid took it. Wait, do I have a kid?’ Everything is running through my mind so fast so early in the morning. I didn’t get the time… it is dark though. When I wake up at 8:00 there’s usually a bit of light. I get up and try the light switch… no response? The light wasn’t turning on. It must have been a power problem. I opened my door and started down the hall.
The walls of the hall seemed to cave in… I started to feel claustrophobic, like something was watching me. Waiting… watching… glaring… staring… scaring… scarring… I couldn’t take it. I usually never get this kind of feeling. I’ve seen and read stories with this kind of feeling, but this was real. “Is anyone there?” I realized I stopped in my tracks in the hall. I get no response. No one is home. I was in this trance so long I didn’t realize the doors were all boarded with locks and chains.
“What is going on?”
I still get nothing.
“Hello?”
“He’s-he’s awake. Everyone, please stay calm.”
“Who said that?”
They stayed silent. The voice before was the loudest thing I’ve ever heard, it was deep and muffled though, as if they used a voice editor.
“I did. I said that. My name is-*STATIC*-Wells. “
“I-I didn’t catch that. It had a bit of a static noise when you said your name.”
“Do you miss your family?”
“What? My family isn’t home right now. I guess they’re all at school or work.”
“I asked: Do you miss your family?”
“No, they’re gone every day.”
“Are you serious? If my family was gone, I’d be in a sulk.”
“Are you trying to start a conversation with me?”
“Do you miss your family?”
“Did I already speak to you about this?”
“Do you miss your wife?”
“I love my wife. She’s not here right now though, she’s here 30% of the time. I don’t care right now.”
“Do you miss your daughter?”
“My daughter is at school.”
“You are scaring me…”
“S- What? I’m scaring you? I’m talking to a person I can’t even see who’s using a voice editor, and all my doors are boarded up, for no REASON.”
“They have a reason.”
“What the- what are you talking about?”
“Are you mad?”
“Shut up and stop changing the subject.”
“I will answer if you play a game.” ‘What was he talking about?’ I thought. Was this like SAW? Was this a movie or a book in reality? ‘It doesn’t matter, I want to know what’s going on here. Besides, he couldn’t have developed a better trap than SAW’s. It’s just a movie—but is this real? Is this real life?’ That was my next question.
“Is this real life?”
“Is this real dreaming?”
“Shut the-“ I didn’t have the energy to cuss. “Shut up. Is this real?”
“All answers will be revealed after the game.”
“…fine. I’ll play the game.”
“Thank you. Come to the kitchen.”
I start shuffling towards the kitchen. In my mind everything is spinning. What was going to happen to me? Why the kitchen? Why me? Why? What? I reach the kitchen. It seemed like it took an hour to get there. I step on the tile, and my foot hits the cold tile. My knife is down on the floor… I realize I cut myself on it. Stupid knife…
“Sit down.”
I take a seat on the wooden chair in the corner. The chair arms grow chains out, and strap up my legs. I squirm like a little worm.
“Hey! I don’t know who you are, but you better let me out!”
“It’s okay Peter. You’ll be safe-“
“NO. STOP. STOP. HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?! WAIT, NO… HOW CAN YOU SAY I’LL BE SAFE WITH THESE CHAINS AROUND ME? STOP.”
“You’ll be okay, I just want you to play a game. It’s called Truth, Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat.”
“You mean that song…?”
“There’s a song about it. But we invented-“
“WE? WHO IS WE? WE?”
“Stop Peter. If you do what we say, you’ll be okay.”
“YOU SAID WE AGAIN.”
“I can’t tell you; it’s against our policy. Your pick: truth, dare, double dare, promise or repeat?”
My palms were sweaty. Whenever I blinked it felt like they stood there, for three hours, and I opened them to see the world for a second.
“I’M NOT MAKING A DEAL WITH YOU, I CAN’T TRUST ANYONE RIGHT NOW…”
“I hope you know there’s spikes under your chair.”
“WHAT- THAT MAKES IT WORSE!”
“I can activate them any time if you don’t stop talking.”
“OKAY, OKAY. I’ll stop… just, what do you want…” I was breathing heavier than ever.
“Tell us your pick…”
I couldn’t figure out who they were. Their tone sounded familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Truth…” I didn’t know what else to say. I was really lost. Lost in my dark side of what could happen to me. Knees weak and palms sweaty, I waited through the painful three minutes for him to respond.
“Sorry for the inconvenience. We were-“
“WHERE WERE YOU?” I didn’t know what happened. I just knew it hurt at that point. I saw blue streaks and red splats on a blurry background of the past. It hurt… really… really… bad…
“Are you ready to listen now?”
I didn’t answer.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Your truth question: do you wish you could murder someone?”
I thought for a second.
“DON’T LIE. WE KNOW WHEN YOU’RE LYING.” How does he know I’m lying? Many thoughts went through my head at this point. I kept on thinking. Then I had it.
“..you..”
He remained silent.
“I mean all of you…”
“How does it feel to want to kill us?”
“I feel-“ What did I feel? I don’t know… “-I feel like I want you gone. If I kill you, this will be over.”
“Why don’t you do it then?”
“I don’t know who you are, what you look like… I don’t even know your name...”
“My name is Samantha. I have blonde hair and I am wearing a masquerade party mask and a black hoodie right now.”
I had a brain wave: it’s a girl? WHAT? I didn’t understand anything. I can’t trust this person.
“I-I can’t trust you..”
She laughed. “You can’t trust me?”
“Truth, dare, double dare, promise or repeat?”
That was the first task? That was easy! Just a bit of trouble, the question wasn’t so bad. I can’t believe I freaked out over this. I’ll take dare, it can’t be that bad.
“Dare. I’m ready.”
I heard something, but it sounded far away. Something about stage 2?
“What did you say?”
“Nothing, nothing at all. Except for this. “
“No, I heard something.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Whatever. Give me my dare, Samantha.”
“Call Marquis Andras’ name three times.”
OKAY, WHAT? I didn’t know who this was… so I just did it. Little did I know what I just did.


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InsaaneDaark is not online. InsaaneDaark
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18 Oct 2011 09:28 PM
I'm surprised that filter didn't grab me by the foot..

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rockjumper111 is not online. rockjumper111
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18 Oct 2011 09:28 PM
tl;dr
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InsaaneDaark is not online. InsaaneDaark
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18 Oct 2011 09:30 PM
@rock
was expecting

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bobthebutter is not online. bobthebutter
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18 Oct 2011 09:33 PM
Nice.Very nice.
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InsaaneDaark is not online. InsaaneDaark
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18 Oct 2011 09:34 PM
@bob
rate it

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bobthebutter is not online. bobthebutter
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18 Oct 2011 09:36 PM
8.5 out of 10
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Alex4897 is not online. Alex4897
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18 Oct 2011 09:38 PM
Is that all you have so far?
Really good so far.
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InsaaneDaark is not online. InsaaneDaark
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18 Oct 2011 09:40 PM
All I have.
It's going to be as long as the ROOM creepypasta.

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InsaaneDaark is not online. InsaaneDaark
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18 Oct 2011 09:42 PM
I two simple things from readers:
♣ #/10 rating of storyline
♣ #/10 rating of how realistic the characters seem

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