William, Janet, Katie and me went out drinking one night. It was average like always when they got drunk. Katie would go home with a random stranger. Janet would just give out handy’s to anyone who entered the bathroom. William got into fights leading everyone to get kicked out and I, Aaron, was their designated driver. This night William actually didn’t get us kicked out instead he just made a new friend named Jose. I didn’t care so I gave him a ride home too. Jose didn’t seem to be that drunk and was very quiet. The most tame of all of us now. I go into the men’s room and shove Janet’s sticky hands under hot water drowning them in soap. I have William help me drag her back to the car. All we need is Katie and we can leave. We searched and searched and could not find her. I decided she’d be fine probably sleeping underneath a random stranger.
I begin to drive Jose home first the suddenly we hear a banging in the back of the trunk. Janet looked over at me, “Why are you breathing so heavy?” she asked I wasn’t. After we reach Jose’s house we reluctantly open the trunk to see what the noise was. I open the trunk, to find what looked like a passed out Katie missing her pants. Jose buts in, “How about we all go inside and try to sober up before you go go home?” Looking down at Katie’s corpse-like state we follow him inside. I set Katie on the couch and cover her with a blanket. “Just make yourselves at home while I go get us some water.” Jose says. The four of us sit there waiting for around ten minutes and suddenly a little girl comes down stairs. ‘Would you all like to have a tea party?” she asks. The girl looks no more than eight years old. Tea means a sober drink so why the hell not? The girl jumps with excitement as she brings us the tea. We all sat in a little circle with our tiny cups and plates. We all begin to sip the tea and it was actually quite good. “So what’s your name?” I ask the young girl. She sat and stared at me with emptiness in her eyes for a minute as if I had just killed her mother. The she quietly replied “Fran.” We all sat silently until Will asked “Is Jose your brother?” Fran sat there smiling until she began to giggle. Then she stopped completely, looked down and said “No.”
Everything went black.
I woke up bound a chair unable to move. I could see everyone. All tied up in the chairs, except for Fran. The poor little girl where could she be? Then I noticed her. Sitting in the middle of us all with her legs crossed smiling. I look to see if anyone else is awake. I look at Katie and see blood dripping off her body. Her throat was cut, it was deep, Katie was dead. Next I see Jose. His legs were covered in blood they must be broken. Janet and William look fine. Fran speaks finally. “Welcome to my game where everyone loses and Katie’s turn is already over.” Fran walks over to Katie and flicks her forehead. We all stare as nothing happens. BOOM! Katie’s head flies clean off her body splattering against the wall.
“Giving head was her specialty, not anymore” Fran says. Janet breaks into tears, loudly wailing. Fran looks annoyed. She takes a fine knitting needle and throws it at Janet. Her crying stopped. The needle had gone through her eye and out the back of her head. Fran spoke again, “Two turns over already? What a bore.” She walks over to Jose and looks down at his shattered knees. “Your turn now mister.” Fran takes her little fist and drives it right into his wounds. She does this repeatedly covering her hands in his blood. This torture went on for 15 minutes before Jose passed out from the pain and bled to death. “Only two left” she says. I looked over at will. He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t sad. I could see the pure blackness of his eyes. He was pissed. He stood up, the chair still tied to his body. He quickly spun himself trying to hit that girl, or whatever the hell that demonic bitch was. As the spun the chair shatter when it collided with her launching splinters in every direction. I shouted for him to untie me but he was so caught up in anger he didn’t even notice me.
Fran just laid on the floor motionless, in her white dress. He walked over to her, now untied completely, he swung back his left leg preparing to kick her like a football. But something happened. As he pulled his leg back it didn’t stop bending. It kept twisting until his entire kneecap shattered in the opposite direction. His screams from agony must’ve been able to be heard for miles. He collapsed to the floor. Fran stood up. There was now blood dripping fromboth her eyes. She said nothing this time, just an arm with and open hand stretched out towards him. She clenched her fist. All I could here were several popping sounds as if someone was making popcorn. After a minute I realized she was breaking all his bones one by one. All 206. One after the other starting with his feet so he wouldn’t die right away. After 2 minutes the popping stopped as did his screams. I was the last one left alive. Fran just stared at me. It felt like an eternity but she just stared at me. Not only was I tied to the chair but it made me feel paralyzed. She began to walk closer to me. With each step causing my entire body to feel hotter and hotter. I began to sweat. She was only about a foot away from me now. She smiled at me. Then she was gone. I look down to see why I kept feeling hotter and I look to find that I had been on fire for the last ten minutes. The paralyzing sense of her staring at me kept me still as I burned to death. This was it. I was the last survivor.
All the events that occurred that night, in that house. Burned away with my ashes. No evidence was ever recovered, and not a single body found.
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