Grace Scarlett's Story

“Who knows maybe that book is filled with magic spells...he’s got so many darn books...” Harley said. "I actually wanna open the book now... I'm curious." Alex said. " Believe me, I am to. But, One, it might be dangerous and two, we can't even find the key!" I say while holding the book and me giving them a questioning look.

"If anything happens, I blame Axel for his stupidity.." I say. I got the key from Axel's grasp. I took a good look at everyone and they all nodded, eyes filled with curiosity. I unlocked it and opened it. Light came from the book and made we throw it to the floor. A devious laugh echoed through the room. Everyone was shocked. I got near the book and read the first page aloud...

Welcome to the book of 50 dares. Once you get in, you can never get out...
You have 5 days to finish the dares or your end will come..
You better start now and hurry. The clock's ticking...

I was shaking. Where the hell was Grace when I needed her?

"No." I heard Esther whisper. I go to her side and look what she read. We were definitely in some deep sh*t. I took a look at the others and They were fiving me looks, saying I should tell them. "Umm.. I-I.." I stuttered. I gulped loudly and showed them the book.

I would like to thank Axel for giving me an oppurtunity to live..
Once you're gone, I live..

Get a chair and put it at the middle of the room..
Make her stand on the chair and tie the rope around her neck..
Leave the other end of the rope on the floor....

You don't know which she right?
Well, the she is Esther..

I see Esther shaking, tensing up. "I don't want this. I can't watch my friends do this." I tell Harley who was beside me. "Axel, I'm sorry I blamed you. Alex was right. I was the stupid one. Alex, I'm sorry too. I just want us safe. I don't want you guys to be gone. I already lost my family and ou guys are my family. I can't risk losing you guys. I'm sorry. Hell, what did you guys do to deserve this.." I was losing it. I was hyperventalating. I was there, hugging my knees to my chest as I cry silently. I can actually feel others' eyes on me..

Alex ripped me away from the wall. I immediatley hugged her while she was patting my back. She told me to read the next dare. We can't runaway. "Guys, let's just do the next dare and let's get this over with." Then it clicked. "Guys we need to do 10 dares each day to finish this.." They gave me shocked looks Someone tried holding my wrist but I flinched. I took a look at my wrist and saw a scar.. "Guys, do you have a scar?" I ask. They took a look at their wrist. Someone tried to talk but the book suddenly slammed to the middle of the floor. "You know, no need to be pushy!" I yell and everyone manageed to smile. I read the dare.

You have probably noticed the scar on your wrist..
Each finished dare brings you a scar..
Anyone, on to the new dare shall we..

Now, get Payton's old ragdoll...
Put it at the center of the room..
Get matches and sticks..
It's really easy, torture it...

"Well, that's easy!" I say. "So, who has matches?" I ask..

I walk up to a massive wood house that looks like something from a horror movie. I just received a late text from Sky, my best friend. She sent me the address of a creepy old house down on her street. I step up onto the large wood porch, and scrape some mud off my shoes. I flip my hair behind me, then walk into the old house. I hear screaming.

I begin to run around the house, trying to find the source. I come to a large room, and a look of horror spreads across my face.

I see a guy, Sky and Me's age, laying down tending to a wounded body. I see Sky, the same look of horror as I have on my face on hers. I see another boy, standing next to her, along with another girl. I then recognize them, from school. I hear the door slam.

And a feeling stings me that I can no longer leave.

"OMG, Grace!" I shout as I see her. I hug her. She asked me what happened. "Uh.. We found a book and we have to do the dares or else we might die.." I say. Then I remembered. "Harley, Alex, Grace, and me will search for the ragdoll, and the others look for matches and sticks." I remind everyone. "Where the hell were you?!" I ask Grace.

Alex watched as the shadow disappeared into the book. I sighed in relief and looked at the next dare. "Payton. Torture. Payton... Sounds easy enough." I say, rummaging in my purse for my pocket knife and my lighter. "Got some tools." I say, showing the knife and lighter off. "Wheres the damn doll?" I asked. I saw Grace enter and gave a nod to her.

"Okay, just hold them and look for sticks outside the house. if you can unlock the door." I tell Axel. I drag Grace with me as we go to a bedroom. There were Esther and Harley. "I see you found the dolls.." I say. Harley told me the problem. "Aren't rag dolls the ones that have buttons for eyes?" I tell them. Esther and I dig through the dolls and saw a doll with curly hair, dress, and black buttons for eyes. "So, all we need is the stick.." I say going down stairs.

(GUYS! TELL ME IF THERE SHOULD BE ROMANCE IN THE STORY..)

After suggesting about the fire then water. Axel then told me to continue. I was going to push him away when I see my hand entangled with Harley. He looked at me and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "Axel, I can't do that. I don't want anyone killed. Especially knowin this is all my fault. If someone needs to die, it should be me. I say, eyes watering. It's true. Harley must have knew. He pulled me close and hugged me. I sniffled. Harley then let me go and smiled at me. "You can have exchange. Make Skylar stay in a room while I relive her worst memory ever.." Shadow said. My eyes widened. My mom and dad, forcing me to.... Nevermind. "You heard him, guys, go." I said. Grace protested saying don't she knew my history. Harley held my arm. I have to protect him. I do. I have to save everyone. There was a problem. I will be alone in a dark, small room. With that, I'm reliving it already. I was caught up on my train of thoughts when I heard everyone protesting. "Just wait, I'll be fine.." I lie. Saving them is my priority.

I walk around the house, lost. I look around at all the old photos hanging on the wall.. and I shudder. The photos are faded, glass cracked...

One falls off the wall.
The glass completely shatters and shards fly up at my arm. The top of the frame clatters to the ground, the edge, sharp, twists around and cuts my leg. The cut on my leg wasn't that deep, but the frame slid down my leg enough to rip my legging. I had a feeling the ones on my arm were deep

"Crap!" I scream.

I look down at my arm, bloody. The picture was the largest on the wall, and now about a quarter of the glass is somewhere lodged into me. I drop to my knees, screaming. I looked down at the picture below me, and it seemed to smile at me.

My guess is they don't want us looking around the house without a reason.