Topic: Forum Games /
CURSIVE - Final vote (& hopefully final extension): 7/25, 4 PM, UTC+3
Grab bag [Text type: Short Story, Genre: Horror, Theme: Mercy]
James: Dude, I told you we made a wrong turn… look where we are, in the middle of some forest just driving hoping we find where we’re trying to go…
The old ’95 Buick Sedan rumbled down the dark forest-y road making twists and turns with no end in sight. Inside the car were four passengers: James, Morgan, Nathan, and Lisa. Lisa had made a wrong turn and decided to keep traveling along the dark road rather than turn around once she realized her mistake. The four were heading on a road trip out east, and rather than pull over in a motel for the night, they were taking turns sleeping in the car, and then driving for a couple hours.
Lisa: Oh shut up will you, if we keep driving we’ll find another road eventually and we’ll be fine. Relax!
The car traveled for a couple miles until it came to a clearing. The forest made a large circle and in the center of it was an old looking cabin. It looked as though it had been abandoned for years; bushes were overgrown in the front and windows were filled with broken glass and what appeared to be dried blood on the front step.
James: Nathan, Morgan, wake up, check this place out.
Nathan: Where the hell are we?
James: I don’t know, but this place is cool. Come on, let’s go inside while we’re here.
Morgan: Um… are you crazy? There’s no way I’m going in there.
James: Aw, what’s the matter? Afraid? Bawk bawk bawk bawk…
Morgan: Oh shut up, let’s go.
The four of them enter the cabin. Garbage is strewn all throughout the rooms, there is a thick layer of dust on more surfaces and furniture. The floorboards creek with every step, some of them missing completely, exposing a dark and musty smelling basement. The stairs leading up and warped and crooked, the handrail half broken off.
Lisa: How long do you think this place has been abandoned?
Nathan: I don’t know, but I don’t think we should stay here long… who knows how long we’ve been driving in the wrong direction.
James: Agreed, let’s just look around for a couple minutes and get out of here.
Lisa and Morgan walk into the kitchen to look around. The kitchen table is missing a leg, broken dishes are scattered on the floor, there is some rotten food in the corner that would make a nice meal for a rat.
Morgan: Uh, Lisa…?
Lisa: Yeah, what’s up?
Morgan: Did you touch any of the burners on this stove…?
Lisa: No, why?
Morgan: Well it feels warm, like someone had been using it and it’s cooling off now.
Lisa: Maybe we should just leave now. I don’t like the sound of that.
With that, the two rushed out of the kitchen just as Nathan and James are running down the stairs.
James: Guys, I think someone actually lives here!
Morgan: So do we, come on we’ve got to go. Now.
The four head for the front door, James reaches for the knob and tries to turn it. Locked.
James: Whoever locked this door it isn’t fucking funny right now!
Nathan:* Dude none of us have been by the door to lock it. It wasn’t us.
A faint hissing noise begins filling the air, and a green mist descends on the four friends.
Morgan: WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THAT?
James: I don’t know… but I’m feeling… lightheaded…
One by one the friends pass out unconsciously on the floor. The front door opens, and a man dress in a lime green outfit wearing a gas mask enters. The gas slowly dissipates, and the man slowly drags the friends one by one into the basement, where who knows what horrors await them.
Hours later, the four friends wake up in separate rooms from each other. The rooms are each a different color and contain vastly different apparatuses.
James (to himself): Where in the fuck am I???
A crackling sound fills the air followed by microphone feedback and finally a raspy voice.
Voice: Hello James. Are you having a good night? I know I am, and it’s about to get even better. In front of you is maze large enough for you to crawl through. Your goal is to get to the center of the maze, retrieve the key, and unlock the door behind you to the outside world in five minutes. Failing to do so may have dire consequences.
James: LISTEN HERE FUCKER. WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE YOU’RE SO GOING TO JAIL!
Voice: Oh, I couldn’t tell you the amount of times I’ve heard that one. By the way, four minutes and fifty seconds left.
James got on his hands and knees and entered the maze, the floor of the maze was covered in shard of broken glass and the ceiling was covered in barbed wire. He slowly made his way through the maze, his knees and shins covered in blood and peeled skin. His arms and elbows becoming more and more beaten and cut by the glass.
James: I can’t do this… please… I beg you don’t make me do this.
Voice: 3 minutes James. You don’t want the timer to hit 0.
James pushed through and finally reached the center of the maze, he grabbed the key and turned around, exiting the maze as quickly as his body would let him. He found the exit to the maze and could barely stand up. Blood poured from his legs and arms as he hobbled to the door. He slid the key into the hole, turned it, and was home free. Three seconds were left on the clock.
Voice: Hello Morgan, nice to see you awake.
Morgan: Who the hell are you? What do you want?
Voice: It’s best to leave the formalities out of this. In front of you is a large tub of battery acid. At the bottom of tub is a key encase in an easy open glass box. As you can see, the walls aren’t walls at all, but spikes. When I say go, you have two minutes to reach into to tub of battery acid, remove the glass box, and take the key from it and exit the room. The spikes will begin closing in once I say go. Oh, and by the way, go.
Morgan: WHAT? HEY! Oh shit… what do I do… no way in HELL am I putting my hand in there.
90 seconds passed. Morgan still had not reached into the tub, the spikes were merely two feet away from her on either side. She finally reached into the tub.
Morgan: AAAAHHHHH IT BURNS. IT FUCKING BURNS. MY SKIN IS PEELING OFF. LORD HELP ME.
She pulled the box out of the tub, the skin on her arm was burning, it was falling off of her arm as she looked at it. 10 seconds left. She scrambled to put the key in the lock. 5 seconds left. The tumbler of the lock turned and opened. 2 seconds left. The door swung open. She was home free. Just two feet to go and she was ther-Crunch.
1/4 free. 1 dead.
Voice: Hello Nathan, how are you on this fine day? Hopefully this doesn’t dampen your plans any. On the ground are 30 keys. You are hooked up to device that in 3 minutes, if the right key is not found, the device will pry your jaw from your skull. The clock will start when I say go. Any thoughts on th- go.
Nathan frantically scrambled across the floor grabbing key after key trying it in the device. Halfway through the 3 minutes, Nathan picked up a key that fit perfectly in the device. The tumblers turned and the device fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Then he realized, he still had to find the key for the door.
Nathan: Shit. Now what do I do, that timer is still ticking down and I have no way of getting out.
He looked to his right. Alone in one of the corners was a key in a large box. Inside the large box was a mixture of scorpions, king cobras, and rattlesnakes.
Nathan: Oh please no… no no no I’m afraid of snakes. Anything but that.
Nathan realized if he wanted out, he had to do it. With no hesitation, he lifted the lid and stuck his hand into the box. He fumbled around with no way of knowing where the key was, or if it was even in there. A searing pain shot through his arm as he grasped what felt like a key. He ripped his hand out of the box as fast as he could, only to discover a cobra had bit him twice on the wrist. Stumbling over to the door, he put the key in the lock, and pushed the door outward. Freedom.
2/4 free. 1 dead.
Outside, Nathan stumbled over to the Buick where James was running over too as wel.
James: Dude what the fuck is going on??
Nathan: I don’t know, but I got bit by a cobra, I don’t have long…
The two looked back at the cabin. There were four doors, two of which were open and had a light above them, the two James and Nathan came out of. One door was shut with the light off, the other was shut with the light on.
James: Look at those lights, you don’t think that means… no… one of them are… are… dead??
Nathan: I don’t know man, I really don’t.*
A blood curdling scream came from somewhere inside the house. The two boys looked at each other, then the cabin. The light on the fourth door went out, but no door came open.
James: MORGAN! LISA! NOOOOOOoooo… THEY CAN’T BE DEAD. THEY JUST CAN’T.
Nathan: Dude come on, we need to go get help, get in the car and drive as fast as you can. This is serious shit.
The two barreled down the winding forest road when they saw another car going to way they had came from. It appeared to be a lost couple who took a wrong turn, just like the four friends had. They didn’t stop.
Mark: Honey, I told you we took a long turn…
Kelsey: It’s fine, look, there’s a cabin up ahead, we can ask for directions there.
The police arrived half an hour later, turns out the cabin was in a really remote area in the forest. When they arrived, they found four dead bodies. The couple James and Nathan had passed, Morgan, and Lisa.
The culprit was never captured.