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.

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