Day 8, and I’m still trapped in this ‘dream’. Well I don’t even think it was a dream anymore. It felt like a dream on the first day, but not anymore. Everything feels clear now, no blurry shadows, no weird noises, no one telling me to wake up, just clear. It all felt so real, and now I regret saying yes to this game. I thought it’d be fun…but every game worsened each day. It was just musical chairs on the first, but now, it’s a life and death situation of hide and seek. My friends are here, too. One of them died yesterday by a horrifying figure with a chain saw. It was horrible. We saw his blood flowing everywhere and anywhere it could go, and he was struggling to gasp for air, telling us to go on and leave him, and when we came back, he was gone. All the blood had vanished into thin air, it was as if…it never happened. I can still recall it on the back of my mind. It was so painful and mad to watch. I don’t ever want to see my friends or anyone else suffer again. I hate this game. I don’t want this torturous experience to ever live in my mind again.

Now we’re running, hiding behind trees that were far enough away from the seeker. TICK…The clock is ticking, echoing through the forest like a sharp blade pierced through a door. It hurts my eardrums. This ticking is infuriating me. If only I could break the clock. DING…! That was the last one from the clock…and it was a bell dinging.

“Your time is up. Better run!” A low voice surged through the forest, and it chuckled slowly and longingly, it felt like he was right beside me. I jumped up for the 19th time because of his chuckling. I don’t know how long this’ll take to end. If he touches us, we die in an instant. “Ten minutes to kill.” The voice said. TICK…TOCK…TICK..TOCK… the clock started once again.

I tried to adjust myself to the tree, hoping to stay hidden. From my view, I could see my other friend, Martin, hidden behind an oak tree. The rest had ran in the other way. He kept looking and smiling at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Not now, Lyra. You’re gonna die if you make a single noise or sound. Not now.. And I broke into a quiet snigger. Upon seeing this, Martin started to laugh too, but it wasn’t quiet at all. He broke into a loud tremendous laugh, that slowly turned into a terrifying scream. SHIT, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. I need to go. I ran to the other tree on my right, hoping to stay out of Martin’s sight. If he can’t see me, the seeker can’t find me.

The forest became silent all of the sudden. Martin had stopped screaming, and his hands were on his mouth. He covered it as tightly as he could. I looked behind to see a droplet of tear rush down his eye, and his whole body was shaking and trembling uncontrollably.

…TWEAK! Someone from behind had stepped on a branch. Not me..not Martin..The seeker. I turned back. The sight of the killer was terrifying enough to make me shake like Martin too. A trickle of sweat came rushing down from my forehead. I wanted to disappear right now. I turned back to look at the killer. He had stopped walking, just stood there, staring at Martin’s tree. He was wearing a white gown with a brown hat topped on his head. He had black hands with a red drip of red liquid on one of his fingers. Was it blood..? He hid his face in a mask that probably could have looked worse than his face, but I don’t know. We never saw his face, and none of us dared question the mask at all. …TWEAK! He went one step forward and stepped on another branch. Now, Martin was shaking fiercely, and he had started to cry silently. His face became greener and greener each second the killer took a step forwards. This was terrifying to watch. I was gonna see one of my friends die…again.

The killer took another step…and another…getting faster each horrifying second that passed. Step… step..STEP. He stood there, right infront of Martin. Martin’s face was green enough to be one of the leaves on the tree that he stood under. He tried to not shake and stood still. Breath, Martin. Actually, don’t breath. You’re gonna die if he hears you. Maybe, I should breath, before he comes chasing after me. Then, I’ll run.

The killer lifted one of his black hands up, the one with the droplet of blood, but instead of lifting the finger with the liquid on it, he brought out the second one beside that finger. I saw Martin close his eyes, before he was tapped on the neck by the finger…his neck was peeled out slowly but steadily out of his body. The finger did it, not the killer. His head was ripped out of his body, entirely, and gushes of blood rushed put of his neck. He screamed and screeched in terror, until his entire neck was torn out of his body. Then, the screaming had stopped. The blood evaporated into thin air, and I saw his lifeless body and head, sitting there, not moving an inch, not even a twitch. My eyes widened, I was horrified. This was worse than what had happened to my other friend. Then, I saw myself crying over Martin’s dead body.

I looked back at the killer, and the finger he used to kill Martin now had a droplet of blood…the first finger’s blood belonged to the first friend who died…TICK…TOCK…TICK…TOCK…

the clocked ticked, all while I was there knelt infront of Martin’s dead body, the killer standing and looking above us. DING…the game was over, and the seeker had vanished…