The Game...

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The Game...

"Thanks for coming!" Mary yelled at the retreating figures of her guests. Today was Mary's fifteenth birthday, and now that the guests were gone it was finally time to open her gifts. Full of excitement she sprinted up the stairs. She pushed through the door and landed roughly on her bed, surrounded by the bright pink gifts she had received. Mary was finally old enough to fully live her life. With an uncontrollable sense of happiness she selected a beautiful pink box adorned with tiny violet ribbons. A single white card contained the sentence, "Happy birthday Mary I hope you find your gift...enjoyable." Mary found it very odd that there was no sender written on the card. A sudden unease filled the air as she pulled off the now menacing wrapping paper. Inside was a plain black box with a little gold latch on the front. Mary opened the box and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Inside was a beautiful ceramic doll that had an unrealistic glow to it. In its tiny hands was a card the color of blood, and on it an elegant script of the words:

"Remove the card from my hands if you wish."

She pushed her heave palms forward till it made contact with the rough contours of the card. As it left the doll's hands a deadly silence filled the air. Its eyes glowed the same color as the card it once held in its hands. The doll's head cocked to the side and it whispered in an inhumanly high voice,

"Welcome to the game, Mary." Mary let out a shriek and backed away from the doll. In a low voice it whispered,

"Run, run while you can, Mary.

"If I find you within five days you'll breathe your last breath at my hands."

She struggled to overcome the vicious fear that consumed her. Her heart raced and she struggled to find her voice. The dolls face contorted into anger. Its blood red eyes darkened to a black that could be compared to the depths of Hades. It lurched forward lifting itself lithely out of the black box, the hunt for blood written into thin set of its jaw. Slowly with a crack at each movement it lifted half of its face into a terrifying grimace. It continued to get closer and closer to Mary, until...

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This is an original piece written by Dana Ramos and edited by THE Cho (not a Wattpad user...yet). Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!! :D