It wouldn’t be Halloween month without a bit of a twisted tale would it?
Those of you who have read my short story collection, Twisted tales 2, might recognise this story. Those of you who haven’t – if you like this story, you can grab it here for more dark stories with a twist.
Here goes:
The Game
I sit down in the chair, keeping a close eye on the man who may or may not be dead. I pinch myself. Obviously, this is a dream.
It hurts, but nothing else happens. Great, I think. This again.
Ever since I tried to run away when I was twelve, my father has alternated between making a huge effort to be a good dad, and this.
The game.
He’s a good dad. Really he is. And he’s normal. But every so often, he changes. He withdraws from me, leaving me to mostly fend for myself. That’s why I ran away in the first place. After he found me, he told me I was ready to be a part of the game.
And now I am. Sometimes, he withdraws and nothing happens. He just returns to his usual self one day. But other times, he goes missing for a couple of hours.
And that’s when I end up in a room somewhere. It could be anywhere, the location matters little to him. He just needs it be deserted enough that no one can hear me yelling.
The first time, yelling was pretty much all I did. I thought I’d been abducted, was going to die. I yelled and cursed, until eventually, my dad came and let me out. He told me he was preparing me for the game. I had no idea what he meant, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want to play his game anymore.
That was a week after I’d attempted to run away. Four years ago.
Now, I’m used to it. I don’t waste my time yelling. I view it as a sort of challenge. I make it my mission to escape the room and be gone when he gets here to let me out. I wonder how he would react if I did? Of course, it’s never happened so I don’t know. It’s not an easy game.
There’s always some bizarre props, the purpose of which I can never work out. I often wonder whether if I could just work out what the props are for I could do it. I could win.
My father likes to see if I can escape, knowing full well I won’t be able to. I should stop playing really. Just sit here until he gets bored. But we both know I won’t. Maybe once I escape, the game will end.
The man is a new development. I don’t even want to consider who he is or what my father did to him.
I approach the man and poke at his feet with my toes. He doesn’t stir. I remember the wheelchair. Maybe it’s his and his legs are paralysed?
I prod him in the ribs instead and he moans. I take a step back.
“Hello?” I say.
The man groans. I glance over him. He doesn’t seem to be hurt.
“Hello?” I say again.
The man drags himself into a sitting position.
“Who the hell are you?” he says. “What happened? Why are you in my house?”
“I’m Natalie,” I say. “And the rest? I was hoping you could tell me.”
The man is quiet for a moment. “I don’t remember much. A man burst in. He told me I was going to die. That because of me, his daughter would win. I think he was crazy. And then nothing. Until now. He must have thought I was dead. How did you end up here?”
I shrug. “Something similar to you,” I lie.
Now I know why the man is here. I know what I must do. My father always told me there was more to the game. That I must learn how to play before I could move on to the next level. He told me it wasn’t about escaping, but about winning.
I thought escaping was winning. Now I know better.
The earlier rooms. They were just preparation, so when the real game started, I knew what to expect. This is the game. And winning means being the last one standing.
I back up slowly and reach for the knife. I approach the man. I see his eyes widen with fear. Somehow, he knows what I am going to do. I guess the knife pointing at him is a major clue.
I smile. “It’s ok,” I tell him. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
Somehow, I know my father is watching through the window behind me. I lean down and in one quick movement, I slash the man’s throat. I watch calmly as he bleeds to death in front of me, his eyes glazing over as the blood leaves him.
The door opens. I turn and my father stands there, a smile of pride on his face. I smile back.
I did it. I won. The game is over.
“You did it,” he says. He walks over and hugs me, seemingly oblivious to the blood on my front. “I’m so proud of you. Natalie, welcome to the game.”
My smiles fades. The truth hits me. That wasn’t the end. It was the beginning.
What did you think? Let me know in the comments 🙂
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The Silver Fox
Wow, I liked that a lot! Great ending.
Debbie, My Random Musings
Thank you 🙂
Heather Keet
Loved it, the ending as she realizes it is the beginning was awesome! #AnythingGoes
Debbie, My Random Musings
Thank you, I’m really glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Oldhouseintheshires
Scary! Love it. Can’t wait to read more…#anythinggoes
Debbie, My Random Musings
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it
Erin
It made me sad ha, I don’t know if that was the desired effect! Sad for the unknown man and sad for Nathalie. The Dad however..
Debbie, My Random Musings
It made me sad for Natalie too as I was writing it. I didn’t really think of the man – not sure what that says about me lol
Jeremy@ThirstyDaddy
love it
Debbie, My Random Musings
thank you 🙂
Musings of a tired mummy...zzz...
Wow, great writing and love the ending (beginning!) #anythinggoes
Debbie, My Random Musings
Thank you 🙂
Michelle Kellogg
I love your play on Psychology! The girl thought she would win if she killed the man but then realized it was only the beginning. I feel for her. That’s a plus in my book:) Thanks so much for hosting #anythinggoes
Debbie, My Random Musings
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the story!
Clare
This had me gripped, great story and love that it ends on that cliffhanger.
Debbie, My Random Musings
Thank you 🙂
Chloe Ciliberto
Ahhh it’s so well written but I hate this genre of story. People vs. people are my biggest fear when it comes to books and films, I always try and avoid them. It’s so brilliantly structured though and the ending is really clever. 🙂 x #BloggerClubUK
Debbie, My Random Musings
They always make me kind of uncomfortable too because it’s so much more likely to happen than say a vampire or werewolf story, but then I like to read stuff that scares me lol. Thank you 🙂
Kate Homes
Found it sinister and uncomfortable if I am honest. Well written but perhaps I am too much the scaredy cat? #BloggerClubUK
Debbie, My Random Musings
I’m not offended – sinister and uncomfortable is kind of the point of the story lol
Tracy Albiero
Ohhhh….great ending. Clever writing. You could flesh this out and create a whole book!
Tracy Albiero
#bloggerclubuk
Debbie, My Random Musings
I’m tempted to use this as an opener for a novel at some point
Alan Herbert
I was shocked at how quickly she was able to kill the man. No agonising at all.
Great story.
#bloggerclubuk
Debbie, My Random Musings
Thank you 🙂
Patrick weseman
Very nice story. Enjoyed it a lot. #bloggerlove
Shevy du Toit
For a short story, this totally gripped me! I loved it 😁 #BloggerClubUK
Debbie, My Random Musings
Thank you 🙂
Sara @ Magical Mama Blog
You should definitely expand on this as a novel. I have no doubt that if this is the teaser, you could really dive in and create something gripping! Thanks for sharing! #bloggerclubUK
Debbie, My Random Musings
I am tempted to use this as an opener for a novel – watch this space!
naomi
that’s actually a bit creepy! #bloggerclubUK