[ WP ] You and 2 friends are locked in an abandoned apartment highrise with a killer . Survive the night .

`` Damn it,'' I yelled, tossing my controller to the lush beige carpet for what was probably the dozenth time that evening. *Why do I even try to play? * Nick and Bryan were too good. As I reached out to pop out one game and try another ( without their consent, of course, because I'm the loser and I should get to dictate something! ), the lights of the Xbox flickered and went out; within a blink, all the lights had followed suit. The only illumination was Nick's iPhone lighting up ( it's Kelsey again ) and the myriad shifting lights of the city ever shining in through the half-closed blinds. 
 
 `` Yeah, the fuckin' lights just went out.'' Nick got up with a grunt, phone still pressed to his ear, likely to go check the breaker box. Fuck if I knew where it was. It was *his* brother's apartment, after all. Some fancy dickhead executive with a nice highrise for business trips. Perfect for a few weeks away in the summer, especially for engineering majors like us. 
 
 Nick's iPhone came to a haphazard drop to my left. `` There, talk to John and Bryan for a while,'' I heard him yell. Speakerphone. 
 
 `` Hey, Kelsey.'' She did n't reply. Typical: she did n't give a shit about Nick's friends. *Wait, where did Bryan-* 
 
 `` BOO!'' That's where Bryan went. I was n't much for jump scares, but this was a bit more... atmospheric than the typical horror movie. I'll admit, I jumped a bit. A bit. I chided him sarcastically, not that it fazed him in the least. Bryan was, quite simply,'that friend'. 
 
 Alright, time to go check on Nick. It's been a bit too long for my nerves to be comfortable with. `` Nick!'' No answer. `` Do n't try the scaring thing, Bryan already pulled it.'' As if on cue, Nick peeked around the corner. ( I wo n't mention that I jumped more than I had before even though Nick was n't trying to scare me. ) The iPhone's flashlight was unnecessarily bright, forcing a squint. `` Could you not?'' 
 
 `` Breakers are fine, man. Just gon na have to wait it out.'' *Shiiiiiiiit. * `` I think we've got some candles in the cabinet. Gim me a sec.'' That stupid light was gone now, but the unpleasant shadowy apartment was replaced with blackness while my eyes struggled to keep up with the sudden shifts. 
 
 I checked my phone. Dead, basically. Definitely would n't last long. I occupied myself exiting my apps and turning down my brightness to conserve the last few percent. Nick was n't long. `` Here, let's go in the kitchen.'' Not having much else to say in response, I shrugged and followed. 
 
 The kitchen was decently sized, tucked into a windowless corner of the apartment with two doors on adjacent sides leading to small connecting hallways that branched off further. Nick set the candles briskly on the black granite. I now wished I'd kept my shoes on, or at least my socks; I kept still so my feet could warm my spot on the cool tile. `` So what's the plan?'' I chuckled. `` Board games?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, something like that,'' Nick sighed under his breath. `` Bryan, get your ass in here. We're about to throw down on some Monopoly or some shit. I do n't know. Why does this have to happen now?'' Nick's voice dropped from a facetious yell to a frustrated, hoarse whisper as he spoke. `` Bryan! Alright, I have to go get my phone anyway.'' Nick left me in the dark, windowless room to fetch his phone. All alone. Just me and some unlit candles. *Shit. I do n't get creeped out like this. * 
 
 Everything happened at once. A sound like glass breaking. A cry of five different expletives at once. Me running to the door. Nick slamming open the door in my face. Me falling to the floor, blinded by pain ( hit me right in the nose ). Nick's vomit spattering on my shirt. Nick's babbling, garbled by vomit and terror. 
 
 `` John, John, oh Jesus, oh fuck me,'' and on and on. Nick's vomit was ripe in my nose. A nose that *hurt*. It was definitely bleeding. 
 
 `` Nick, what the fuck?'' I tried to get up and slipped on what I could only assume was more stomach acid. 
 
 `` He's fucking-he's-there's-oh, **fuck**, man.'' 
 
 I left Nick to try to bring himself together. There was no hiding the shaking. I would have been breathing through my mouth even if my nostrils were n't dripping with blood. The pale light of the cityscape was faint through the door back into the living room. 
 
 The sight was assaulting. It was almost surreal. An enormous pile of blood surrounded the headless body of what was my friend. On the coffee table was propped a white head. Blood and tendons splayed about it like a wreath. Almost immediately after recognizing the face as reality, I lost my own stomach on the beige carpet. I was n't sure what to do. Not run like Nick. Not approach the body, not that. But I had to. 
 
 *What's happening what's happening what's happening, oh God it's a note, it's on the note paper from the fridge, I ca n't read it-* I was sick again. The stench once again mixed with that of blood. At this point, smell was consumed by the two intertwining miasmas. I had to look at the note. Faintly, over the quiet white noise of the city out the picture window, I could still hear Nick inanely babbling. 
 
 *Dear John & Nick-* 
 
 *I hope you have enjoyed your stay. Unfortunately, I have two pieces of less-than-good news for the pair of you: firstly, your stay here is over. Secondly, all the doors and windows are sealed. You have one hour while I am away running errands. If you attempt to bypass the seals on the doors or windows, your hour of freedom will deplete itself instantly. These rules are terminated at daybreak and you are free to leave. * 
 
 *Do n't cry for God, because even He's afraid of me. And do n't cry for Mercy, because you might get exactly what you wished for. * 
 
 *Have fun.- Love, Mercy* 
 
 [ I'll write the rest if you guys express interest, I have to go to work now:3 ]
