day 3 end.
You didn’t really think much of them, actually. You saw the death notice in the newspaper, their body being found in the wilderness. But who were they to you but a meddling child?
You remember being approached by someone. Someone who had lost a sibling a long time ago. Someone who wanted them back and was willing to do whatever they could, even striking a deal with the devil. You don’t remember what happened next, but you were just here.
And things were different.
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You don’t remember how it happened, but you recall people suddenly turning their heads towards you and pinning you to the murder. How coincidental, they say; you knew the victim to some degree, having been their former teacher. And you’ve been giving dirty looks to just about anyone… You basked in the culture of fear that had cropped up around you, but at this point it had become a weakness, not a strength.
You smirk. “So what?” you leer, your words dripping with venom. “It’s not like I actually care about anyone in here, y’know. It was their own damn fault they went up and died. Their own damn fault!” You pound the breakfast table with your fist and some of the sandwiches go flying up into the air.
“How dare you say something like that…?!” one person says. Your eyebrow twitches. You were never really good when people would talk back to you, and you can feel your anger rising.
“Look at how they died! Do you think someone actually set themselves up to die like that? Crucified to a goddamn wall?” another yells. The anger feels like your blood is boiling. As the chorus of yells grows louder and louder, you can’t take it anymore. You can’t.
Something in your body possesses you to stand and pound the desk with both arms. At this point your appearance is twisted, your face contorted into one of anger. Of course you don’t care about what happens to everyone – they’re all pawns for an end. They certainly don’t know who you are, and you don’t know who they are. Why should you care if they live or die?
“You all don’t know what you’re in for, you know? You don’t know what this place is like! You don’t who those people are, but mark my words, we’re all going to die in here!” You laugh and spread your arms out wide. “Yeah, so what if I planned their death? So what if I helped? Welcome to this bed and breakfast, kiddos! I knew who they were, I knew they’d get into nothing but trouble! And if you know what’s best for all y’all, you better shut the hell up and learn your place before you become just like t-“
Your speech is cut short by one of the guests, who raises one of the chairs and slams it down on your head. You crumple immediately.
As you lay on the ground, life escaping your body, your eyes glimpse a different time… a different space. You hear someone standing up and yelling, “You did it, I know you killed him!”, the screaming of people, the grabbing of a cloak. You don’t know when this was. You don’t know who it was. But it all seems so… familiar?
They dispose of your body in what used to be the fourth room in the hallway. For being a gaping abyss into the depths of darkness, it was also a suitable wastebasket for corpses.
The storm rages on as night falls.
chinomi was lynched! They were the PRINCIPAL. They were MAFIA.
Night 3 has begun. Please send in your room movements and actions, if any.
Night 3 will end on August 17th, 2015 at 11:00AM EST.