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From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: The Horror Twins Present; choose your own tale.
"It was your idea to come in here in the first place." You scold your friend, "We are not turning back now." Taking a step up on the stairs, carefully you begin to climb, hearing your friend whine from behind you. "Oh come on scardy cat, nothings going to happen, if you are careful." It takes your friend a bit to work up the courage, but soon he/she follows after you, treading carefully as the stairs creak underneath your feet. Snap from behind you the stares give way, you turn to catch your friend's hand, but it's too late. He/she falls to his/her death, and you have to get off the stairs before you join him/her.
As you reach the second floor landing, the stairs crumple the rest of the way, looking down, tears slid down your cheek. Wishing you had listened to your friend and went for help instead. You realize as you stand on the landing how hot it is up there, and that under your costume you are sweating.
"Help us, please!" The voices come from the far end of the hall, with no way to go back, you have no choice but to turn around and keep searching for the children that are in danger. Though you wonder how they had even got up those stairs without being harmed. Maybe they were too small and didn't weigh enough to take down the stairs. That was plausible. After all, the children only sounded like they were seven or eight years old. Getting closer to the room, an orange glow began to grow from inside the room at the end of the hall, where you were sure you heard the children's voices.
The closer you got, the hotter it got in the house and the smell of smoke became even heavier, as if the place was still on fire. Reaching the door, you feel the doorknob and instantly tear your hand away after being burned. "Ouch!"
Do you kick down the door, or take your chances finding a way to get out?
Message: The Horror Twins Present; choose your own tale.
"It was your idea to come in here in the first place." You scold your friend, "We are not turning back now." Taking a step up on the stairs, carefully you begin to climb, hearing your friend whine from behind you. "Oh come on scardy cat, nothings going to happen, if you are careful." It takes your friend a bit to work up the courage, but soon he/she follows after you, treading carefully as the stairs creak underneath your feet. Snap from behind you the stares give way, you turn to catch your friend's hand, but it's too late. He/she falls to his/her death, and you have to get off the stairs before you join him/her.
As you reach the second floor landing, the stairs crumple the rest of the way, looking down, tears slid down your cheek. Wishing you had listened to your friend and went for help instead. You realize as you stand on the landing how hot it is up there, and that under your costume you are sweating.
"Help us, please!" The voices come from the far end of the hall, with no way to go back, you have no choice but to turn around and keep searching for the children that are in danger. Though you wonder how they had even got up those stairs without being harmed. Maybe they were too small and didn't weigh enough to take down the stairs. That was plausible. After all, the children only sounded like they were seven or eight years old. Getting closer to the room, an orange glow began to grow from inside the room at the end of the hall, where you were sure you heard the children's voices.
The closer you got, the hotter it got in the house and the smell of smoke became even heavier, as if the place was still on fire. Reaching the door, you feel the doorknob and instantly tear your hand away after being burned. "Ouch!"
Do you kick down the door, or take your chances finding a way to get out?
