The Midnight Game

When the clock strikes twelve, the game begins. The story I shall tell is about three foolish teenagers who discovered the game and thought it was a fun thing to play. Among them was a short, blonde girl who was called Beatrix, a tall yet slim man she referred to as David, and a large, muscular man named Clyde. It was Beatrix who found the game. She read it on a paranormal game site on the internet. The three friends thought it would be fun; it's not like it will work anyways. It was that statement that was wrong.

Thus, the three started the preparations. They wrote down their names on a piece of paper. Each took a needle, pricked their finger and placed a fat drop of blood next to their names. Beatrix dug out 3 candles and 3 lighters from the cupboard. The green glow of the clock read 11:58. The game was soon going to start. David placed the paper in front of the door while Clyde set the candles a flame. The clock moved to 11:59. Beatrix took a deep breath and knocked on the door with the time of a clock ticking. At the 22nd knock, the clocked stroked midnight. She opened the door before her, closed it, and opened it again.

"I welcome you…" Beatrix said, gasping the air. A cold wind flew past her; closing the door, blowing out the candles and making the power go out. The three were alone in the country side darkness of midnight. They quickly relight the candles and the game had begun. It was a large house I must say… if they kept moving like they were supposed to, I may not have found them. But that wasn't the case.

At some point, all players realize what they have done and try to quit. The first among them to realize this was David. A shy, quiet boy he was… smart as well. Yet he wasn't smart enough to beat me in the game. Around 1:11, I found him hiding in a closet. His candle blew out. I waited 10 seconds to see if he was going to save himself, but he did nothing. I guess the boy didn't value his sanity. From that moment, he had lost the game. Time to move onto the next player.

Beatrix and Clyde were chit-chatting in the kitchen when Clyde got very cold ever so suddenly. The shivers up his spine made him dash forward up the stairs. Beatrix dared not to follow. Although, I did. Upstairs, he was in Beatrix's room. He paced the window front, trying to figure out what was going on. It was then he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. The candle in his hand blew out. Clyde panicked and reached to his pocket for the lighter. Seconds pasted as I counted to 10. He searched and searched his pockets but with no avail. His time was up… he lost the game was well. He let out a loud cry of agony as he fell to the ground. Only one person remained… Beatrix.

She had moved into the living room before Clyde screamed. His cry must have paralyzed her. When I found her, she was in a cupboard; trying to find something to save her. On the site she found the game on, it said something about a circle to prevent my tortures. Only one problem: she couldn't remember what it was. She remembered it started with an 'S'. Beatrix debated for a while, but closed the cupboard with nothing. It was then she got cold. She started to breath heavy. There was a look of terror in her eyes. Oh, how I long to see that look of terror! Beatrix looked into the mirror on the cupboard's door.  Her eyes grew large, and just before the candle went out at 2:33, she saw a dark silhouette of a man with a hat covering his face. From that moment she had lost the game. Until 3:33, she would be tortured. But not the physical torture you're thinking of. Oh no, my torture is on a much greater level. You see, I induce fear. When a player loses, they are tortured by their greatest fears.

I can still remember the look on Beatrix's face when she lost; a face I've seen on many people. It was foolish of them to think they could win "The Midnight Man". I am the only winner of this game. For I am, the Midnight Man.