Foreword: this is really creepy. I never write stuff this creepy. We are traveling and it is late. Im running on a few hours of sleep. I’ve read way to much crime recently. I probably need therapy. Enjoy the product of my tired twisted brain.

The restaurants lights flickered back up. You and four others are standing in the midst of four dead bodies.

The four living people (other than yourself) in the room contained the Mexican restaurant’s manager, Pedro, the popular couple at your current college, James and Leslie, and a business man who seemed to be in his mid thirties.

The ones on the floor were the cook, a mother and her ten year old boy, an elderly couple and a quiet boy named Reid that used to be in some of your classes.

The bodies were in some sort of circle with splatters and stripes of blood that indicated that they had been dragged into this position. In the center of this morbid circle was a message written in red.

_Wanna play a game?_

It took everyone a couple moments to realize what happened but when they did a number of different reactions spread around the room. Pedro began shouting something in Spanish; Leslie screamed and broke into tears, hiding her face in James’s chest; James himself looked as if he was going to puke and proceeded to pinch himself and close his eyes as if trying to convince himself it was all just a nightmare; the business man and yourself were both in stunned silence, faces having gone pale.

It seemed so horrid and cruel that someone would do this. Who would do this? These people were so innocent it seemed, so why did anyone have the desire to murder in cold blood?

“No. Im out of here. Let’s go, babe.” Leslie finally said, her voice shaking with shock and grief. She grabbed James’ hand and pulled him to the door only to walk into it headfirst when the push handle didn’t budge. Leslie stumbled back with a grunt, falling into her boyfriend’s arms.

“What?? No, no, no, no, no.” James steadied Leslie then pushed the handle. When that didn’t work, he threw himself against the door repeatedly to no avail.

“We, we’re locked in here?” This was the first time the business man had spoken. “No, no, no, we’re stuck in this place with a murderer.”

“This has never happened before, I assure you!” Pedro shouted in English. “Never!”

You were on a high adrenaline rush. Your heart was beating fast and you were unsure. The living occupants of the room stared at one another in shock and disbelief. This couldn’t be actually happening. This seemed straight out of a horror film or story. Faces were pale and hearts were beating fast.

“What do we do?” Leslie asked, looking at the faces around her.

“I have no idea.” James replied, his voice hoarse and shaking.

No one else had the slightest idea of what to do either. Mere minutes passed by but it seemed like an eternity.

“We need something to protect ourselves, right?” The business man finally spoke up. “The kitchen has things to use. If we may, of course.”

Pedro nodded slowly and thoughtfully. “That may be the best option. Let’s go together.”

You and the remaining four walked slowly to the kitchen aiming to arm yourselves. The mostly clean kitchen had tools lying around in neatly organized drawers and spaces. The cook apparently liked her area as clean as could be. Leslie and James began sifting through drawers and looking for whatever could be useful. You, Pedro, and the business man followed suit. Small clatters filled the room as drawers were rooted through and things hit the floor.

The lights went out. Leslie let out a squeak. You guessed that she was clinging to her jock boyfriend. You moved with care feeling your way around. You weren’t sure if others were moving or not but you sure weren’t staying in the same spot as before. Your fingers dragged across the wall as you moved carefully across the room. A cry of agony resonated throughout the dark room and made you flinch.

The lights came back on and momentarily blinded everyone. Then they saw the newly dead body on the floor. The business man sat against the counter, his empty eyes staring at nothing. The suit jacket had been slightly pulled away and the white dress shirt underneath was stained red right over his heart. Leslie yet again buried her face in james’ chest but he pushed her gently aside and proceeded to lose his last meal in the sink. Pedro’s face paled to a shade above paper and he looked as if he was about to join James by the sink but he managed to contain himself somehow.

Your adrenaline was rushing yet again. You were standing so close to the business man.

Another note written in red was painted on the wall.

_Business is over. _

Determined to get away from the bodies, Leslie ran out of the room with you, James, and Pedro close on her heels. However, the circle of bodies was still in the dining area so she sat at the booth in the corner. You and Pedro both sat down as well. James, however, was determined that the door was not locked and that he would be able to break it down. Every booth had salsa ready and Pedro decided that this was a good time for chips and salsa. What time wasn’t? You decided you weren’t hungry at the moment and Leslie looked as if she was going to be sick. Her face shaded almost a neon green.

All was silent except for the crashing of James into the restaurant’s door and the crunching of chips in Pedro’s mouth. He made a face and looked down at the small bowl.

“This tastes weir…” he began to say but then he wheezed as his breaths turned rapid and labored, as if he couldn’t breathe. As you and Leslie looked on, his face turned purple and he stopped breathing. His head crashed into the table and he breathed no more. Your breaths slowed as well as realization hit you. Pedro was dead.

James had stopped his incessant pounding on the door and had apparently watched the death as well. Now his pounding turned frantic and Leslie burst into tears, unable to contain it. You then realized that you were trapped in the booth eat with a dead body. You immediately climbed up on the table and scrambled out.

After maybe an hour of Leslie crying, James’ throwing himself against the door and you pacing the floor and trying to calm your racing adrenaline, Leslie stood and announced she had to go to the bathroom.

“You can’t go alone!” James protested.

“Well you cant go with me.” Leslie snapped, her nerves seemed to be putting her on edge.

“I can stand outside the door, if you want.” You offer. It was a single person bathroom so no one wanted to going there with someone else but a guard on the door wouldn’t be bad.

“Okay.” Leslie said and James nodded slowly that he agreed.

After Leslie had been in the bathroom for a minute or two, the lights went out once again. A shot rang out.

When the lights came back on, James’s body lay on the floor. A puddle of red was seeping onto the floor coming from a bullet hole over his heart. You were sitting on the floor, completely calm, when Leslie rushed back into the room.

“James!!” She screamed, “What happened?”

“He was shot.” You replied, voice shaking.

Leslie stood, hands over her face, shaking her head in disbelief. “No, no, this cant be happening.” She said.

You stood as well and faced her. Leslie looked at you.

“Whats that on your shirt?”

You look down. What is she talking about? A spot of red was splattered on the hem of your shirt and the more you looked there were little splats in other places as well.

“W-whats sticking out of your p-pocket?” Leslie stuttered.

You looked and there was a pack of poison sticking out slightly. Leslie’s eyes were wide and terrified.

A gunshot rang out and Leslie dropped to the messy bloody floor.

“That was a fun game wasn’t it?” You said.

And unlocking the door you sauntered off into the night.

The end