The Final Game
I got a strange letter in the mail one day. “Please, come to the nearest Holiday Inn to play a little game. Join me on the roof, say you’re here for Frida.”
I was already suicidal, and it seemed like someone wanted to murder me, so I was okay with it.
I left immediately, eager to figure out what was about to happen. It’s a deck on Uno cards? A strange looking person walked up to me.
“If you lose, you die.” The person says. He snaps, all the cards are delt out. First card already layed.
“Your turn”
I place a draw four down and pick my color. He draws four cards.
“Mhm… well played, Savannah.”
It’s down to 1 card for me, and one for him.
“My turn…”
He layed down a wild card.
“Red, for blood.”
We appeared in a cell in a snap. “What are you doing?!” I yell “murder.”
I died that same day. He snapped all my bones.