Truth and dare

Just a normal truth and dare game, with a dare that will change Alex's life forever.
In the small town of Hendersonville, there is one old castle that stands out with a mystery. Many people are seen entering easily, but none are seen coming out, and one particular dare sends normal teenager, Alex, investigating it.
He finds things no human will ever encounter in their life, and sees things no human will ever imagine of seeing.
It turns out the old castle isn't just a pile of old bricks, it holds a dark and mysterious secret that is hidden from the outside world.

Truth and dare will never be the same again...not after this.

Written in the !st person in the past.


6. Eyes don't lie

After a few minutes, I steadied myself, and braced myself to go on and to prepare for the worst that could happen.

I sniffed, and wiped my nose with the back of my hands. The tears that had rolled down my face had dried, and I removed the traces with my palms.

Without looking back, I walked forward again. But the second time, I felt more brave for some reason. My mind was clouded up with issues and questions, but I decided to forget about them, and everything else.

As I neared the end of the hallway, the atmosphere changed; the sides of the walls became wider, but the light of the space around me dimmed.

I front of me at the end of the hallway was a door. Plain and wooden, but somehow intimidating. I had a strong urge to run screaming for the hills, but I held myself back, and tried to push open the door, not knowing what to expect.

The door was surprisingly stiff, and I was just about to give up, when I rammed my shoulder into the door, rather painfully, and the door creaked open an inch. Whilst trying to control my breathing, I swallowed, my mouth was suddenly dry, and pushed open the door with my fingertips, rather delicately.

I looked at the floor as I entered the unfamiliar room, but the smell hit me hard. It was stuffy and damp, and as far as I could make out from the state of the floor, the room had not been tidied for years. As I looked around the area around where I was standing, all I could see were cobwebs, dust and dirt, everywhere.

And as I lifted my head up further to catch the full view of the room, I saw them. Huge brown rectangular boxes either rested against walls, or lying on the floor. Some looked surprisingly new, considering the state the room was in, with licks of fresh brown paint covering them, and some looked tired. The cardboard and fabric from the boxes had gradually ripped and shredded to tatters over time, leaving only tiny scraps of fabric and card, hanging loosely over the model.

It took some time to realise what these were, and as soon as it came to me, I realised that I couldn't breathe.

And the worst thing was that when I realised, I knew that it was real, that it wasn't in any way my imagination. Everything made sense; the axe, the guillotine, the mace, the coffins, the photos on the wall, the depressing colours, the smell of death ever since I walked through the door. I knew it was a mistake since the beginning, and I wished so desperately that I could blame my stupid faults on someone, but I couldn't, I had brought it all on myself.

And I couldn't change that.

The boxes were coffins. And everything was real. It was true.

Because eyes don't lie.

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