Writer: @YourAverageDemigod

It was a grey rainy day when Alexander Monrine arrived at the mansion, Alexander was actually surprised of the place. He expected a cardboard box with drawn windows. But the mansion was nothing like that, he grab the doorknocker that was had the face of a lion and knocked.

It wait wasn't long, that is if you aren't Alexander, the waiting felt like hours. When the door opened to reveal a maid, Alexander couldn't help but be a little dramatic. "What took you so long?" the maid raised her eyebrow at him.

"It's only been a minute."

"And minutes could feel like hours." Alexander spoke back, his words were hard like stone.

"Why don't you come in." she said, Alexander grab his suitcase and walked into the empty building.

"Where is everybody?" Alexander ask in a unpleasant type of tone.

"They are in the great room, please follow me." Alexander walked in front of the maid.

"I think I can find, now leave." the maid shrugged, and left. Alexander turned back to the way they were going. "I guess it's this way." Alexander walked to a opened door room, laughter and chatting was filled in it.

"Oh my god the drive was a train wreck!" Alexander said to the crowd, everybody looked at him, the expression on their face showed they already hated the celebrity. Alexander looked for anyone who would say something back, but got nothing. It wasn't until later that the crowd went back to talking.

Alexander swore under his breath, he went to the alcohol table and made a small glass of vodka.

"Excuse me sir, but are you Alexander Monrine?" Alexander turned to the voice, a girl her hair the color of sand was the one to ask.

"Yes I am, and you are?" Alexander used a flirty tone, making the girl smile.

"I'm Charlotte, I must say that you are probably one of my favorite actors." Alexander smiled, a cheap fake smile.

"Thank you Charlotte."

"Can I have your autograph?" Charlotte asked, Alexander could never say to no to such a request. As he signed her journal he got up from his seat.

"I'm going to tour the mansion, would you like to tour with me?"

"No, I'm sorry." Alexander smiled and left the great room.

Almost every light was on in the house, pictures hanged on every wall. But one picture made Alexander stop and stare. It was a man, old and wrinkly his eyes were filled with joy though. Alexander shuddered, he has nightmares about growing old. Hopefully that'll never happen.

As he took a sip of wine from his glass, the light flickered off and on and a scream broke the silence.

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Writer: @PrestonWillis

I walked into Rue Manor and this creepy dude Giles showed us around. He showed us the dining room. So elegant. But when he showed us the staircase that led down to the morgue, I felt scared. I never get scared. I don't even know why I was scared. When he told us to get to know each other, everyone seemed to already have people in mind. I just stood there waiting for someone to open up. There are only thirteen of us. I guess I'm the odd man out. I decided to listen on to other people's conversations. While I was listening to "Cyril", I think and "Charlotte" talk, I found out that her dad is the CEO of some company! OMG! I'm the CEO and a lawyer. Suck on that! I sat down on the couch and thought to myself. I was really hoping I could conjure up an alliance from the beginning. No one ever liked me in school. Why would they like me now? All of a sudden I heard a crash and a scream. I saw Giles running our way.

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Writer: @ElfOfResilience

As I'm led I to this room that Giles described as the "Great Room" I feel a chill run down my spine. This isn't a game that I've ever played before, this isn't an environment that I'm familiar with. It looks like I'm the second one to arrive, for a young lady stands before me, all alone.

She checks her watch as if to say that I'm late myself, despite being the second one to arrive to whatever I've let myself in for. She looks as if she's rich and uptight, with a very posh job and a lot of money to splash around. As I hesitate to advance towards her, Giles leaves to collect whatever guest just rang the doorbell.

"Good afternoon, m'lady," I smile at her, trying not to let my accent show too thickly through the English words I utter to her. "My name is Cyril and I'm a French teacher at a college. How about yourself?"

"Hello," the woman replies, a thin frown on her lips. "My name is Marie. I'm a lawyer." Already, I can see the wrinkles on her face, obviously there partially because of the stress she must be put under at work. "I know it's too early to trust anyone, but do you care to make an alliance, Mr Cyril?"

"Of course, m'lady," I reply, lifting my hat for her. "The surname is Marinescu. French native, you see." She smiles slightly, showing off the Botox that she's had done in the past; her skin is like stretched plastic, showing no real emotion under the layer of surgery and make up. She could be beautiful, but something about her appearance is just off.

"Anyway, I'm going to go and tour the place. I shall look forward to seeing you, Mr Marinescu." With that, she spins on her heel and trots off into whatever room lies to our left. Just as I'm about to leave, I notice a young girl walk in behind Giles.

"I take it that Miss Chambers has left to explore," Giles murmurs, gesturing the young blonde into the room. "Cyril, meet Alice. Explore yourselves, you don't have to wait around for the others!" Giles leaves the two of us along with an awkward silence.

"My name is Cyril Marinescu," I say, leaving my arm outstretched in an attempt to make friends. She gladly shakes my hand and I smile at the beautiful lady. She looks like the kind of people that you see on television, posing in clothing for certain companies. Models, I think they call them.

"Alice Tridane," Alice replies, finally letting go of my hand. "I shall see you around; I'm going to find the bedroom and the bathroom. Goodbye Cyril!" She wonders off and leaves me to ponder myself.

After aimlessly walking for a few minutes, I come across a room that I can only call the library of Rue Manor. Letters and quill pens are scattered around, along with a few books. This isn't your generic library, but an office like library. I know this isn't the office because I passed it in my way here - signs have been left for us so we know what room is what.

As I leave the library, I notice yet another person; however, this time it is a man. "Hello," I call out to him, gaining his attention. I'm sure that people will remember my face and voice, for the French within me is noticeable. I may as well give them my name too. "My name is Cyril."

The young boy standing before me smiles and holds out his hand; I shake it instantly. "Nathaniel Tybalt," he states. His t-shirt clings to his muscles and his strawberry blonde hair flicks to the side, giving him that jock kind of look. "You looking for a particular room?"

"Not really," I reply, glancing around the corridor. "Maybe I should check out the bathroom, just so I know where it is." Just as I'm about to leave to find the bathroom, I hear the most blood curdling scream from down the corridor.

Now the games are about to begin.

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Writer: @fenderbender12

I walk up to the manors front door shaking with fear. The brass knob on the cold metal door was shaped like a serpent trying to slither its way around my wrist. I take a deep breath to steady myself and knock slowly hearing it echo around me. Like all creepy houses the door opened but know one was there. I wish I could have been thinking about how cliche that was. However, at the time I was extremely scared. I eased my way up the step and through the door, feeling the cold iron wrap around my skin. As I stepped inside the manor I noticed one thing. The massive fire place with the green eyed girl staring straight at me.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her as the fire crackled behind her. It wasn't that I was in love with her or anything. She just had a way of holding herself that made me feel she knew what she was doing. I urged my feet to move forward but they stayed planted to the floor. Instead the girl came to me. She looked my up and down with a look that flatly said "I'm judging you." She seemed to make up her mind about me and stuck out her hand. "Hey I'm Charlotte, Charlotte Jones." She stated.

I reached up and shook her hand "I'm umm Matt." I stuttered embarrassed.

" so do you know what's going on I've talked to a few people but no one knows what's going on." She explained.

I shook my head already exhausted with everything going on around me. She gave me a sideways glance and walked off. I sighed and looked around the room noticing everything my eyes had skipped over before. Above the fireplace there was a large picture frame with nothing inside. It was like there was supposed to be a person in there but they got bored and walked out. Under the missing person painting sat the grand fireplace with a cracking fire. The longer you looked at the fire the greener the flames appeared. I shook my head turning my head away from the green blistering fire.

On the other side of the room stood a statute with a snake wrapped around a mans neck. Surrounding the men were small children laying on the floor that were obviously supposed to be dead. It was odd how real the whole unit looked. I felt as if I could walk up and hear the snake hiss into the ear of its victim. I wanted to somehow help the kids get away from the wicked snake. Alas the kids were carved into the statue forever stuck under the eyes of a murder.

I studied the statue one last time wondering if the statue was real and I myself was the unmovable stone. I gave up on the thought and walked through the only door in the room besides the one I had just entered from. As I came Into the next room I noticed another statue. What was with this place and statues? In fact the whole room was filled with trophy like statues. I took a step closer studying the eyes of the snake that was on every single stone. Again I had an odd idea that the snake was in fact real. I searched the room looking for nothing in particular. When I noticed my own face staring back at me. It was no mirror I was looking into. I was a statue.

I looked into my stone eyes noticing the similarity to the eyes in my own skull. The snake was wrapped around the statues left leg working its way up to the head. I ran my fingers over the snakes pattern, I felt the scales protruding from the stone. The snake was slithering under my hand. This could not be stone it had to be alive. Before I had time to figure out whether the snake was truly alive or not I heard a scream. It sent a shiver done my spine as the shock pierced the silence. What was wrong with this house?

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Writer: @ALittleInfinity

"Stupid old geezer," mumbled Nathaniel as he gazed at the manor in front of him. "I asked, simply, were the nearest pub was and he sends me to a stupid house." He walked up the cobble stone pathway to the door. Maybe some one here will know. He knocked on the door, an echo sounds on the other side. A knot formed in Nathaniel's stomach. He turned back to run, but the door creeks open.

"You knocked?" asked the grey haired man. He raised his eyebrows revealing worry lines on his forehead.

"Yeah, I just wanted to know where the nearest pub was," Nathaniel said. His voice stayed in a monotone. The old man raised his eyebrows as a smile soread across his face.

"I can show you," he said. "But in my old age I don't quote remember the town that well. My mind is, uh, little fuzzy. Please come in while I go fetch my maps." He stood aside and held the door open. Nathanial stood on the front porch step. Something in his brain kept nagging at him, telling him to go into that house, but his craving for a cold drink got the better of him. He stepped inside. The old man shut the door behind him. "My name is Giles, just so you know." Nathaniel nodded his head.

"Please, let me escort you to the living room where you can make yourself comfortable." Nathaniel followed him into a large room. Red furniture was scattered around the room, and the deep cherry coffee tables held many drinks. Nathaniel soon found out he was not alone. "Please sit," ushered Giles.

Nathaniel stood next to the coffee table. A man with a long face sipped a cup of coffee as he scanned the paper. Two ladies spoke, in a hushed whisper, at a table near the window. Nathanial didn't want to talk to any of them. He just wanted his drink. He took out the pack of Camel Lights from his back pocket and lit one. He rolled the cigarette in between his fingers.

"Really?" asked the man reading the paper. "In the house?" Nathanial shrugged. "You are going to get me sick."

"Well that sucks for you," Nathanial spat back. He inhaled and breathed out rings of smoke. The man wrinkled his nose.

"Such a shame, so young," he said shaking his head. Nathanial snapped his head his way.

"Don't tell me what to do," he barked. The man curled his fingers, wrinkling the newspaper. "I said don't tell me what to do. Do you under stand?" He marched up to the man and glared down at him. "Answer me!" He kicked the man in the calf. It wasn't hard, just enough to get his attention. The man scowled and narrowed his eyes at the persistent youth.

"I'm just saying that smoking isn't going to be good for you in the long run," the man said brushing the dirt from Nathanial's shoe off his pants. He refocused back on to his newspaper. Nathanial taped his cigarette on top of the man's paper sprinkling bits of burned paper and tobacco on him. The man wrinkled his nose, but didn't say another word.

Nathanial smiled at his little victory and headed over to the two women. He put his cigarette at the corner of his mouth and leaned over, sliding his hand in between the two ladies.

"Hello ladies," he slurred. They looked up at him. and grimaced. They continued their conversation ignoring him. "How's this fine evening going?"

"Look, kid, If you're looking for a hook up you've come to the wrong table. Move along." The brunette said. She waved him away. Nathanial tightens his jaw on his cigarette and walks back to the couch humiliated. He collapsed into the velvet seat when the scream rang out through the manor. His cigarette drops right out of his mouth onto the floor. What has he gotten himself into?