night 2.
Today’s Breakfast Special: Bacon and egg sandwiches with choice of toppings. Caramel apples as side.
[Gluten-free options available. Coffee available {Kilimanjaro blend}.]
An advertisement is how it began again. Cheap furniture at a good price, with an address listed below. But you got lost…
It was happening all over again, and you knew it. You knew it, you thought, as you broke open one of your spiral bound notebooks and started to piece together the events of the last few days. You knew that something was off about this bed and breakfast…
That person didn’t deserve to die, you muttered under your breath. They didn’t seem like a killer, much less anyone who could orchestrate something of this scale. They even seemed really familiar, like you’ve seen them before…
A shiver went down your spine as you realized something, your pen rolling off your hand and off the bed. Weren’t you already
dead? You died, a long time ago. Someone killed you.
Nah, said the more rational side of your mind. You’re here. You’re alive. You’re breathing. You pinch your wrist just to make sure. You haven’t died yet. You’re too young and it’s too early for you to die. But you can feel the whoosh of death, the sound of life escaping your body…
Did you not die already before? Or is death on your doorstep, beckoning now...?
You eye the doorway, and see a shadow there that was not there before.
They found your body in the middle of the night, blood dripping from your mouth and your eyes closed. Someone had stabbed the pens from your pencil case through your hands to crucify you to the wall, the wounds too clean to be made by a human being. Your cellphone lay on the ground next to your body, its screen cracked and the casing broken.
Whoever it was who wanted you dead also took the liberty of burning all of your notes; ashes were strewn across the ground and the covering on the bed was clearly burned, the wallpaper peeling from where the flames had made contact with the floral print. The TV was kicked in, and some sewn felt biscuits from your bag (you had been given them by someone, who insisted that
he didn’t want them, for
who would make biscuits out of
felt) had been ripped open.
They even put one sock on your foot. How quaint. Someone must have packed them.
Before anyone could retrieve you, something peculiar happened.
The room started to collapse. The floor gave way, and those already in the room darted out as fast as they could. To everyone’s surprise, the floor didn’t give way to the rooms below it (which would be on the first floor, as everyone would expect) - it instead gave way, floorboard by floorboard, to an infinite darkness. Soon, pulled by an invisible gravity, the bed and the TV in the room slowly slid into the darkness. The abyss appeared bottomless as more and more of the room seemed to crumble before everyone's eyes.
As all the other guests looked on, the pens that crucified you to the wall slipped out cleanly, falling into the endless abyss. Your body fell into the gaping darkness, as if swallowed. Swallowed by some unfathomable, malicious being, never to be seen again.
The valley of fear may be deep, but the abyss of death is deeper.
At the front of the house, a small car pulls up. A black suited man strides out of the car with an unnatural smoothness to his step. His eyes glisten red, but his face is obscured by a haze that appears to blur out his features. He checks his watch for a few minutes before he knocks on the door of the house.
Something is here.
Room #26 [The Legend of Nautilus: Mafia’s Mask] was locked!
An attempt was made on a room, but it failed!
Kiyoko has been killed! She was killed in ROOM #4 [死死死死 the room of your DREAMS 死死死死]! She was the STUDENT. She was TOWN.
Room #4 [死死死死 the room of your DREAMS 死死死死] has been destroyed! No one may enter it on future nights!
The sacrificial lamb has been killed. He who lurks in the subconsciousness of men is now in play.
Day 3 has begun. Please vote for who, if any, you would like to lynch.
Day 3 will end on August 16th, 2015 at 12:00PM EST.