The next night, Cornelius Primo was ready to fly out to the gravesite that Gable’s men had found so he could get the most important piece of the puzzled for his plans to finally move forward. He had gotten dressed in his father’s cloak, an article of clothing that he had never worn since he killed his father. Gable came into his chambers, “Alpha, the chopper is ready,” He said. “Then, let’s get going,” Primo said. They both walked out of the house and onto the yard together. When they reached outside, five more men, including the pilot were already inside the spinning helicopter and they were going to accompany him just in case he needed some extra muscle. There was also a young woman in the helicopter with a bag over her head. Her hands and feet were tied up with ropes and she was also unconscious. “Is that the virgin?” Primo asked before stepping in. “That’s her,” Gable answered. Primo and Gable climbed in and the pilot hovered them off the ground and into the sky. They headed
PHASE ONE . . . SAMSON"Guys? Where are you?" Samson asked with rising fear. The sudden wind that blew into the room was gone and so were his friends."Guys?" Samson shouted even louder looking extremely worried. He ran to the door and tried to open it so he could get out of this place but the door was stuck shut. He struggled to open it, using all of his strength but the door wouldn't open. He began trying to break it open but still no luck.Suddenly, he heard a soft voice whisper his name. "Sam...Son" the eerie voice called out in a hushed tone."Who's there? Guys, is that you?" Samson asked after hearing the voice.There was no response and Samson could tell that he wasn't alone in here. Someone or something was watching him."I said, who's there?" Samson asked aggressively, trying to sound intimidating."Samson!" The voice called out again and he noticed a figure in the distance. The figure began moving towards him while calling his name."Samson!" It said with so much pain and
A WEEK AGO.... SAMSONSamson woke up from his deep sleep thanks to the persistent ringing of his alarm clock. He rolled around on his bed, not wanting to respond to the call so he pushed the clock off his nightstand and it fell to the floor.Samson covered himself up with his blanket and went back to sleep only to be suddenly forced awake by his little brother Jamie, who jumped on top of him in an attempt to wake him up."Wake up, Sam. Wake up! It's time for school. Mom's already made breakfast and I need you to drop me off at my school." Jamie said in his innocent, adorable little voice."Get off me, Jamie. It's the last day of school before the holidays. We don't need to go early so leave me be." Samson said and tried to sleep again."Let's go, Sam." Jamie cried out and gave Samson a smackdown, landing hard on his belly."Oh, that hurts!" Samson said in playful anger. "You want to wrestle, little man? Let's do it then, come on." Samson said and picked up his little brother and
JENNIFER"Hey, assholes! What's up?" Jennifer wrote in her text and sent it to the group chat."Well look who finally decided to get out of bed, little miss sunshine." Peace wrote."Hey, unlike the rest of you, I need my beauty sleep." Jennifer texted back."Unlike the rest of us, you can sleep in for as long as you want because your parents are loaded." Nelly texted."Some people find luck, others are born with it." She wrote back."Tell them, Babe!" Darryl, the final member of the group and Jennifer's boyfriend said in a text."Morning handsome. Are we going to have some fun today?" She specified the question to Darryl."Of course, gumdrop. We should all meet at the rendezvous by nine and all head to school together." Darryl wrote back."Sure" - Peace"Alright, see you guys there" - Samson"Let's do it" - Nelly"Let me make myself all pretty for you and then I'll meet you there Babe." - Jennifer wrote to Darryl."Sounds good babe. See you soon." "Wait! You forgot to send me a morni
Samson stood in the corner with a lit cigarette in his mouth. He took a long suck and let out the smoke from his mouth which was carried by the wind."A little too early for that, don't you think?" A voice said to him from the corner of his eye."Peace! There you are. I've been waiting for you guys." Samson said and reached in for a hug but none was forthcoming.Peace only pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, threw it in the ground and stepped on it."Why?" Samson asked like a little child whose toy had been taken away from him."Those things will kill you. And what will Jamie think if he saw you doing that stuff?" She asked, seemingly concerned about him."That's why I don't do it in the house," Samson answered and brought out the cigar box to take another."Don't even think about it or I will burn the entire box." Peace said.She sounded serious so Samson put the box back inside his backpack and said, "Later then.""How about Jamie? How's he doing?" Peace asked."He's good, he's g
"Students! I know you're all eager to begin the holidays so I'll keep this short." The principal said on the PA system."The year has been long, and we've all had our ups and downs but I'm glad to see how it all turned. The Brimwood Supernovas, our senior soccer team lifted the state championship title just a few months back. Timothy Sherwood represented Brimwood in the Inter-State School spelling bee and brought back home the gold. Mr and Mrs Goldberg, in their generosity, solely funded the availability of the new cafeteria menu, providing the students and faculty with healthier and more delicious meals and the one accomplishment I'm most proud of, the remodeling of the teacher's restroom. With all that being said, it has indeed been a very productive school year and I'm so sad to see it come to an end. See you all in the summer. This is Principal Bradley, wishing you all a very merry Christmas."With the announcements over, the entire student body burst out of their classes in celeb
"Good morning guys. It's finally almost Christmas. Are you all excited?" - Samson asked on the group chat after logging in on the morning of Christmas Eve."Is this a rhetorical question?" - Peace"Yeah what the hell, Sam? Why would we be excited about Christmas? All our lives suck and there isn't really much to celebrate or be excited about." - Darryl"Woah! Didn't know you both felt that way. What about you Nel, you excited for Christmas, got any plans?" - Samson asked Nelly."Sure I'm excited. Tomorrow's gonna make it exactly 11 years since my Dad left me and my Mom. My Pops has been admitted into the hospital because his condition got worse. My Mom is never at home anymore because she's got to work twice as hard to pay his hospital bills and to top it off, I'm still feeling the effects of almost dying last week at Jennifer's cocaine party. So, yeah, I'm excited. Bring on Christmas, the season of bullshit." - Nelly"Sorry for asking." - Samson texted back."Hey don't blame my party
Samson and Nelly were the only ones awake while the others were still unconscious. Samson went to the door to try and get it open while Nelly watched over their friends. They were all breathing heavily and sweating in their sleep so Nelly used his jacket as a fan to cool them off. "I don't understand how this door got stuck and why it refuses to open!" Samson complained and kicked the door in anger. "Whatever's messing with us doesn't want us to leave this place," Nelly said to Sam from where he sat. "Nothing is messing with us, Nelly. I already told you that we were all just probably exposed to some sort of chemical that made us have those hallucinations." Samson said. "And what chemical would that be? Joker gas? This place is haunted and you know it." Nelly said loudly to Samson. "This place isn't haunted, Nelly," Sam replied. Nelly's behaviour was starting to get on his nerves. "Yes, it is. Think about it, Sam! The door is locked shut and you can't open it, our phones have ab