Hands in pockets, inhaling sharply, and exhaling a sigh, Freddie glanced around the room that was not an escape room. He was standing in front of a typical-looking door smoothly painted in a pleasant shade of beige. He adjusted his glasses and peered at the textures on the door’s surface. His friends murmuring amongst themselves behind him. They weren’t trying to get out of the room. They were trying to get into the next room.
That was the objective of the game. Because the room they were trying to get into was filled with treasure. And that “treasure” could have been anything from a book of gift certificates to a brand new car.
Freddie felt and heard the rumble in his stomach. He sighed again, turned his head around, and said a single word.
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“Why aren’t we talking about what happened last night?” She glanced around the room. “To Robin.”
Chairs squeaked, and breaths were exhaled. But no one responded. They looked to the front of the room.
“Because we don’t know what happened,” Sarita said. “All we have right now are rumors and gossip. Is that going to help anyone?” She swept her dark gaze over the dozen girls in the room.
“He’s in a coma,” Jolene said. “After studying all night.”
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The end of Year Nine “thank you and more” message from Nila.
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To see her return in this way. Is it any worse than losing her altogether? I don’t know.
My hands are shaking. I can barely…
The more she lingers, the more I wonder if this is really her.
The bright blue eyes are watching, always watching.
They are her eyes.
But she’s not in them.
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The man stared at the briefcase lying on his desk, wondering if his visitor would dare to open it, and wake what slept within.
If that little green man was the only thing that slept within, the man would have thumbed in the combination, and clicked open the clasps. He would have been already smiling as he lifted the lid and caught a glimpse of the little toy that his little daughter had put in there for him.
But just the memory of the whispered warnings was enough to prickle the hairs on the back of his neck. The most frightening words were the first ones.
They are angry.
Read More A Brief Case of Dread
Look, I was just innocently walking by. A car was in the driveway, so I knew someone was home. I only walked around to the side of the house, because I thought I might see Bob or Elise and give ‘em a wave. Just a small thing to make them feel welcome in the neighborhood.
Janet and I had been talking about bring them a casserole or something, but then we started considering food aversions and allergies, and…well anyway, we ended up not doing anything.
I didn’t want to look like I was snooping, so I kept walking, slowly, as I peeked through the kitchen window.
And that’s when I saw something that stopped me right in my tracks.
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The stars in the sky twinkle.
But the stars on Earth…they dazzle.
When I first heard him say that, well it sounds dumb, but I felt as if I dazzled. Just for a second.
I shook my head and left the room. I was standing in the back—there had been no seats left by the time I got to his session. So I was able to sneak off without anyone noticing.
Or so I thought.
But he had noticed.
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