It’s just a game

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It’s just a game

“Come on, Jimmy,” Nate said with a smirk and started pushing Jimmy towards the toilet. “Don’t tell me you’re scared. You can’t quit now.”

Yeah. I can’t. Jimmy thought. He should’ve known that Nate was going to pull out some crazy shit like this. So stupid of him to trust someone like Nate.

Jimmy’s roommate had gone to spend the weekend with his parents and Jimmy was feeling uneasy with the thought of sleeping alone for the first time in a while. It wasn’t that he was scared. No, it wasn’t that. It was something about those in-between moments of the night when you lay your head on pillow and when you finally fall asleep. Jimmy’s roommate used to entertain him with his bad jokes and sometimes they just talked about life until they fell asleep, just like most of the boys their age.

He had gotten used to his roommate’s company and without him he was having trouble sleeping. So he decided to hangout in Nate’s room for a while. But unfortunately, when Nate let him in, Jimmy noticed that all of Nate’s friends were there and they all were playing the game of truth and dare.

Jimmy kicked himself mentally for deciding to join them. Nate’s whole group was full of bullies. Jimmy knew Nate wasn’t going to back off until he got what he wanted.

Nate handed Jimmy a flash light and then pushed him inside the dark toilet. Jimmy was trying to adjust his eyes in the dark when the door shut behind him and he heard the lock click in its place.

Jimmy’s heart started beating faster but he took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.

“You know you have to say it out loud so that we can hear you!” Nate called out from outside. “And don’t even think about switching on the light of the toilet. No cheating!!”

Jimmy was having a hard time getting his heartbeat under control. It shouldn’t be this hard. All he had to do was switch on the flash light in his hand, raise its light towards his face, look directly at his reflection in the mirror and then shout Bloody Mary, I killed your baby three times.

Easy, right? Forget it. He just wanted to get this over with.

Jimmy switched on the flash light and repeated the process three times just like Nate had demanded, without letting himself focus too much on how scary his own reflection looked staring back at him in the flash light.

All the time his heart felt like it was going to burst out from his ribcage. This ‘Bloody Mary’ was just a folklore. It wasn’t real but still he wasn’t ashamed to admit it to himself that he was petrified.

As soon as Nate unlocked the door, Jimmy didn’t bother looking at his face. He just rushed out of the toilet, giving the flash light back to Nate.

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Nate called out behind him. “It’s just a game.”

Jimmy ignored him. Right now, all he needed was a good night’s sleep and nothing else. He could deal with Nate and his bunch of bullies later. So he went to his room, locked his door and lay himself down on his bed in hopes of falling asleep as soon as possible.

Later that night, a creaking sound woke Jimmy up. He got up in a sitting position, switched on the table lamp, and looked around himself.

He noticed that the door to his room was wide open.

Hadn’t he locked the door before coming to bed? Or was it again Nate doing some kind of prank with him?

He looked at the digital clock on his nightstand. 3:15 a.m. It was late. Maybe he had left the door unlocked himself. Even Nate liked his sleep. He wasn’t the type of person to pull some prank on Jimmy at this time of the night.

Jimmy got up from the bed, locked the door and went back to sleep after switching off the table lamp.

His eyelids were getting heavy and right before he was about to fall asleep, he heard the creaking sound again. He got up on his elbow, switched on the table lamp and looked at the direction of the sound.

A shiver that had nothing to do with weather ran through his body when he noticed the door wide open again.

Okay, now he was freaking out. What the hell was that? He remembered clearly that he himself had gotten up to shut the door. Then how the hell did it end up wide open again?

Was his mind playing tricks with him? No, he wasn’t going mad. He knew he had shut the door this time.

Slowly he got up from the bed and started walking towards the door, but then the bed side lamp started flickering.

Crap. He didn’t know what to make of all this.

He breathed deeply, mustering some courage and began to close the door again but as he placed his hand on the door panel, he felt a faint warm puff of air on his left earlobe. Terrified and alarmed, he felt his whole body freezing as he tried to breathe again. He tried to move but it felt like his feet were stuck.

“You killed my baby,” a strange voice whispered against his left ear and before he could react or shriek, the table lamp went out completely, swallowing everything in pitch-black.

The end

sakshi~the escapist, 2018


6 Comments Add yours

  1. Mr. Mel says:

    You got my attention!👍

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanx a lot. Mel. I really appreciate this encouragement.


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