I found myself immersed in an RPG game, a realm of adventure and mystery. With each step, I delved deeper into the captivating narrative. On a particular quest, I found myself in a grand mansion, similar to one you would find in an escape game.
As I turned around, a figure emerged from the shadows, gradually drawing closer. I squinted my eyes to discern its features, and to my horror, it was a girl—the girl from the ring. Her ebony hair cascaded over her face, concealing her features, while bloodstains adorned her white dress. Enormous eyes stared at me, a wicked grin resembling that of the Joker etched upon her face.
Fear gripped my heart, urging me to flee.225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA4Pa5A4fv7
I ran.225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ72OBriGlK0
Yet, the vastness of the mansion posed a challenge; no matter how far I ventured, the girl would materialize in the rooms I had already explored, her back turned towards me ominously.
Hope sparked within me as I discovered a hidden passage, leading me away from the clutches of the girl from the ring. I maneuvered through treacherous corridors and finally emerged from the mansion's labyrinthine depths, triumphant in my escape.
Having conquered the game, I decided to meet up with my friends, eager to share the thrill and excitement of my virtual journey. As we gathered, my friends suggested we seek further adventure by visiting a haunted mansion, an eerily accurate replica of the game world that I just conquered.
The host welcomed us to the haunted mansion, revealing a set of rules to add to the challenge of exploring. Each of us had a secret goal to fulfill: some sought to eliminate a teammate, others yearned to uncover the truth behind the haunting. Fate paired me with a tall girl whom I barely knew, and together we ventured into the dimly lit rooms, our footsteps echoing through the hollow corridors.
Suddenly, a loud bang reverberated through the mansion, startling us all. The atmosphere transformed in an instant, as a crimson hue bathed the surroundings and blood began dripping from the ceiling. The once pristine doors and white curtains were now bathed in a deep red. My companion stood frozen in shock, her face etched with terror.
It was in that moment of dread that I realized my underlying goal—it was to confront and vanquish the ghost. Driven by a surge of determination, I reached for the door of the room we were in, but its surface, tainted by blood, resisted my efforts. Static filled my vision, and the ghost materialized before me—the very same one from the game.
With twisted limbs and a head unnaturally twisted backward, the ghost lunged towards me and my companion. Cornered against the wall, panic surged through my veins. Yet, amidst the chaos, my hand brushed against the hilt of a knife concealed in my pocket. Without hesitation, I drew the weapon, ready to strike a decisive blow.225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡquVmuzgMBf
(Original passage lmao: "Suddenly, I realised I had a knife in my pants. I whipped it out...")
Before I could stab her, I woke up.225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHmeyZP4SW
It was four in the morning, and I couldn't sleep. I tried to turn the lights on, and by chance, there was a power outage that night. 225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5i0sZPw6wh
I was terrified, and quickly stumbled around my room to find my torch, and eventually I found it.225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGt5n3A0K6s
I turned it on and just lay in bed with my eyes wide open for the rest of the night...225Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ94p28WYcQe
