Venturing into the darkness, your senses heighten. Every sound you hear sounds unnatural and growing ever closer. Your eyes adjust to the darkness and you make out dark shapes. You know you're alone, so why is there a dark figure before you? You're alone, but why do you hear scratching on the walls and hot breath on your neck? Your mind loves playing tricks on you, especially when the eyes cannot see.
I could feel the rage boiling inside me, what gave her the right to hire some people to come in and trash my house for some kind of game? It was twisted in such a cruel way. Whoever is behind this better be paying for all the damages they're causing.
With my phone still out, I tried dialing 9-1-1, but there was only static on the line. It was still raining outside, is it what's causing my phone to mess up, or is it some kind of twisted piece to the game? I didn't have much time to dwell on it, I needed to make it outside. I turned to the front door, only to find that the doorknob was completely missing, not even a hole for me to stick a screwdriver in to twist open. In rage, I tried banging on the door. It was no use, it wouldn't budge. I took a couple deep breaths and lay my head against the door in defeat, the sound of heavy rain greeting me as I lightly had my ear against the door. It was a deep reminder that I was doomed.
I had to think, what other way could I make it out? It didn't take long for me to turn my attention to the basement. There were plenty of windows, I could just open one and crawl out. It sounded simple enough. Besides, if the windows were somehow stuck, there were plenty of things down there for me to break the windows. It sounded like a solid enough plan for me, so I found the door on the far side of my kitchen, threw the door open, and sped down the stairs. As I was about halfway down the stairs, the door slammed shut behind me.
My sprint down the stairs slowed as I was now surrounded by darkness. I was home alone, at least I thought so, so why was I so afraid to be down here? Finally, making it to the bottom of the stairs, I put my hand out until I felt the pull string of the single lightbulb to fill the room. The light was dim and not too far from burning out, making me feel uneasy. Even with the light, there were so many spots in the basement still shrouded in darkness. It gave just enough light to see the path before me, the window. My means of escape.
As I approached, I could see the splattering of the rain against the window. It was still raining pretty heavy out there. Was it ever going to stop? It didn't seem very likely. I continued to the window and undid the latches that held it closed. It was almost effortless. I then gave it a push and the window began to turn. The middle of the window was connected to the middle of the frame, leaving the top half outside and the bottom half inside. There wasn't near enough space for me to squeeze through. I had to try another.
I made my way to the next window and grabbed a wooden baseball bat from the ground. I figured if I couldn't open the window and squeeze through, I could always break it. I swung at the window with all my strength and the glass shattered. To my shock, there still wasn't enough room there for me to squeeze through. Why had my desperation to escape lead me away from paying attention to the size of the windows? I thought they were bigger, but I had grown since the last time I tried climbing through these windows as a kid.
I turned away from the windows and made my way back up the stairs, them creaking heavily under my feet. As I made it to the door, I felt the door had sunken into the frame, the door feeling rough, as if it had been cut. To my horror, the door appears to have been cut longways, from the top down. I rolled my eyes as I realized what the game wanted me to do. Had they really hid the door somewhere down here? It was far more ridiculous than just unlocking the door with a key, I thought.
Making my way back downstairs, I felt my shoes hitting something wet. There wasn't water on the floor before, I thought. I looked to the window and realized I had them both open. Rain water was pouring in. The rate it came in was unnatural, like a small waterfall from the gutters. Had they really rigged the basement to flood? Is that how I die if I don't solve this puzzle?
Frantically, I searched the basement with the minimal light I had. My attention was drawn to something shiny, sticking out on the side of my washing machine. What the hell was this? Upon closer inspection, it was a piece of a door, the piece with the door knob. I took the piece from the washer and ran upstairs. Hopefully with this piece, I might get lucky and escape. I put the piece in the right spot, feeling the knob click when it sunk into the knob's hole in the door. The piece fell into place, sticking perfectly, unbudged. I turned the knob and nothing. I gave the door a shove, still nothing.
I made my way back downstairs, searching desperately for the next piece to the door. Thankfully, the next piece didn't take too long. This one was next to the furnace, against the far wall behind the stairs. As I picked the piece up, I felt a chill, like a past memory flooding back to me. I used to be terrified of this furnace as a kid. Was it some kind of hint to where all the pieces were hiding? As I went to put the piece in the door, I remembered being terrified of the washer as a kid. My mom asked me to retrieve the laundry from the dryer down here, and the darkness mixed with the loud thuds from the washer as it was going was horrifying to me.
As I went back downstairs, the water now past my ankles, I thought hard about what other parts of the basement I used to be terrified of. Then I remembered there was a small space under the stairs that I thought a monster was hiding under as a kid. I made my way over there, and sure enough, there was a large piece of the door sticking out like a sore thumb in the shadows. I quickly snatched it and trudged through the cold water, back to the stairs. I put the piece in. There looked to be one piece left. There wasn't any other place I could think of that I was afraid of down here as a kid.
Back to the basement floor, the water was now just past my knees, the water flowing in was growing incredibly louder, like a rushing waterfall. I had to get out of here, I thought, panicked. I stood in the center of the room, looking around to every corner. If I was a kid, what part of this basement would be scary to me? That's when I remembered. The dark corner next to the furnace, on the far side of the basement. It was the only part of the basement that, no mater how much light was down here, no light could penetrate that corner. At one point, I swore there was a dark figure watching me. As I approached it, I could almost make out heavy breathing. Was it my imagination? Maybe the mistaken sound of the rushing water in the distance? Either way, I had to escape. I slowly reached my hand toward the corner, closing my eyes and feeling around, hoping my hand wouldn't graze against a person. There it was, leaning against the wall, nearly beginning to float from all the water.
I grabbed the last piece and ran up the stairs. I put the last piece in and heard a metalic click. I turned the knob and the door swung open with ease. Finally, I was greeted by the light of the kitchen, which was almost blinding to me now. I turned my attention back to the basement, watching as the water continued to grow higher. I looked to the door to close it when I saw a message scribbled on the inside of the door, "To Escape, You Must Put the Pieces Together."
I could feel the rage boiling inside me, what gave her the right to hire some people to come in and trash my house for some kind of game? It was twisted in such a cruel way. Whoever is behind this better be paying for all the damages they're causing.
With my phone still out, I tried dialing 9-1-1, but there was only static on the line. It was still raining outside, is it what's causing my phone to mess up, or is it some kind of twisted piece to the game? I didn't have much time to dwell on it, I needed to make it outside. I turned to the front door, only to find that the doorknob was completely missing, not even a hole for me to stick a screwdriver in to twist open. In rage, I tried banging on the door. It was no use, it wouldn't budge. I took a couple deep breaths and lay my head against the door in defeat, the sound of heavy rain greeting me as I lightly had my ear against the door. It was a deep reminder that I was doomed.
I had to think, what other way could I make it out? It didn't take long for me to turn my attention to the basement. There were plenty of windows, I could just open one and crawl out. It sounded simple enough. Besides, if the windows were somehow stuck, there were plenty of things down there for me to break the windows. It sounded like a solid enough plan for me, so I found the door on the far side of my kitchen, threw the door open, and sped down the stairs. As I was about halfway down the stairs, the door slammed shut behind me.
My sprint down the stairs slowed as I was now surrounded by darkness. I was home alone, at least I thought so, so why was I so afraid to be down here? Finally, making it to the bottom of the stairs, I put my hand out until I felt the pull string of the single lightbulb to fill the room. The light was dim and not too far from burning out, making me feel uneasy. Even with the light, there were so many spots in the basement still shrouded in darkness. It gave just enough light to see the path before me, the window. My means of escape.
As I approached, I could see the splattering of the rain against the window. It was still raining pretty heavy out there. Was it ever going to stop? It didn't seem very likely. I continued to the window and undid the latches that held it closed. It was almost effortless. I then gave it a push and the window began to turn. The middle of the window was connected to the middle of the frame, leaving the top half outside and the bottom half inside. There wasn't near enough space for me to squeeze through. I had to try another.
I made my way to the next window and grabbed a wooden baseball bat from the ground. I figured if I couldn't open the window and squeeze through, I could always break it. I swung at the window with all my strength and the glass shattered. To my shock, there still wasn't enough room there for me to squeeze through. Why had my desperation to escape lead me away from paying attention to the size of the windows? I thought they were bigger, but I had grown since the last time I tried climbing through these windows as a kid.
I turned away from the windows and made my way back up the stairs, them creaking heavily under my feet. As I made it to the door, I felt the door had sunken into the frame, the door feeling rough, as if it had been cut. To my horror, the door appears to have been cut longways, from the top down. I rolled my eyes as I realized what the game wanted me to do. Had they really hid the door somewhere down here? It was far more ridiculous than just unlocking the door with a key, I thought.
Making my way back downstairs, I felt my shoes hitting something wet. There wasn't water on the floor before, I thought. I looked to the window and realized I had them both open. Rain water was pouring in. The rate it came in was unnatural, like a small waterfall from the gutters. Had they really rigged the basement to flood? Is that how I die if I don't solve this puzzle?
Frantically, I searched the basement with the minimal light I had. My attention was drawn to something shiny, sticking out on the side of my washing machine. What the hell was this? Upon closer inspection, it was a piece of a door, the piece with the door knob. I took the piece from the washer and ran upstairs. Hopefully with this piece, I might get lucky and escape. I put the piece in the right spot, feeling the knob click when it sunk into the knob's hole in the door. The piece fell into place, sticking perfectly, unbudged. I turned the knob and nothing. I gave the door a shove, still nothing.
I made my way back downstairs, searching desperately for the next piece to the door. Thankfully, the next piece didn't take too long. This one was next to the furnace, against the far wall behind the stairs. As I picked the piece up, I felt a chill, like a past memory flooding back to me. I used to be terrified of this furnace as a kid. Was it some kind of hint to where all the pieces were hiding? As I went to put the piece in the door, I remembered being terrified of the washer as a kid. My mom asked me to retrieve the laundry from the dryer down here, and the darkness mixed with the loud thuds from the washer as it was going was horrifying to me.
As I went back downstairs, the water now past my ankles, I thought hard about what other parts of the basement I used to be terrified of. Then I remembered there was a small space under the stairs that I thought a monster was hiding under as a kid. I made my way over there, and sure enough, there was a large piece of the door sticking out like a sore thumb in the shadows. I quickly snatched it and trudged through the cold water, back to the stairs. I put the piece in. There looked to be one piece left. There wasn't any other place I could think of that I was afraid of down here as a kid.
Back to the basement floor, the water was now just past my knees, the water flowing in was growing incredibly louder, like a rushing waterfall. I had to get out of here, I thought, panicked. I stood in the center of the room, looking around to every corner. If I was a kid, what part of this basement would be scary to me? That's when I remembered. The dark corner next to the furnace, on the far side of the basement. It was the only part of the basement that, no mater how much light was down here, no light could penetrate that corner. At one point, I swore there was a dark figure watching me. As I approached it, I could almost make out heavy breathing. Was it my imagination? Maybe the mistaken sound of the rushing water in the distance? Either way, I had to escape. I slowly reached my hand toward the corner, closing my eyes and feeling around, hoping my hand wouldn't graze against a person. There it was, leaning against the wall, nearly beginning to float from all the water.
I grabbed the last piece and ran up the stairs. I put the last piece in and heard a metalic click. I turned the knob and the door swung open with ease. Finally, I was greeted by the light of the kitchen, which was almost blinding to me now. I turned my attention back to the basement, watching as the water continued to grow higher. I looked to the door to close it when I saw a message scribbled on the inside of the door, "To Escape, You Must Put the Pieces Together."
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