It is Friday October twenty. This year felt so long. A lot has happened in the forty two years that past. A long history has passed in the years. These events had made history, just like WW1 and WW2.

In the year 2001 on September 9, a terrorist attack happened in New York. In 2019, these games that happened where it's not an ordinary game. They're called the "killing games." around twenty kids lost their life, and only four survived. Apparently, they were all in a class together for two years, and it all happened at White Rock.

One year later, in 2020, a virus broke free from China called, Covid-19, or Coronavirus. It wiped out half the population in China, and quarter of the world's population. A rapper and a basketball player died, WW3 nearly broke out from the U.S President, Donald Trump. He fought with Iran and Iraq.

In 2025, the year before I was born and the rest of us, there was a mass killings where the police couldn't find out who killed families. Three years before that, it happened until three were caught. Apparently, the killers took three years off until they started up again. To this day, no one knows who they are and where these mafias are.

Thinking about all of these events, it is only six and sevens years before we were born. Being in grade twelve, it felt so long since we were born, but really it's not. I sat at the back of the class listening to Mr. Chronic explain all these events.

It's sad thinking about these horrible, tragic events in the years before us. I almost started to cry at the subject. I took notes in my purple, sparkling notebook as we are having a pop quiz next week and a test on this in a couple of weeks.

The bell rang for lunch as I finished up my notes. I packed up and left the room. Shoving my books inside my packed, claustrophobic locker, I grabbed my money and walked down to the cafeteria where I met my friends. Hudson and Mason have now joined our group of friends, with Melody, Justin, and Jane. Kristy still hasn't answered our phone calls and messages. We are starting to worry and soon would be calling the cops. We're even thinking about that today. We care for her, I care for her. Kristy and I have been friends since grade five when we both were in Mr. Kolody's class for two years.

We stuck together throughout the years. Sitting at our usual table with our food, we talk about the factors of what may have happened to Kristy in the past week.

"Here's what we've got," Melody searched through her pocket for a pen and paper. Writing down the factors starting the obvious one.

"Okay, Saturday, she was a-okay. Kristy was like herself and not off in any possible way. That whole week last week, she was completely fine. No worries."

"I have something to add. On Saturday after we left, she called me to go for a cup of coffee when she noticed a shadowy figure was in her home. We did meet for coffee and Kristy told me what happened. I then told her that I heard laughing. A child's screachy laughter. I don't know if that's what's got to do with Kristy's "disappearance," or she's just not answering her phone, which is not like her."

All shocked, wide eyes were on me as I explained her weird behaviour on Saturday. "Anything else you would like to say to us or is that it?" Justin asked. "I feel like there's more to that then it means the eye."

Giving a sigh, I told them from Saturday after we left Kristy's place, to when Mason came over and we played Charlie, Charlie. I explained everything how hearing those laughs were my fault and how I didn't say goodbye, but I don't know how it has to do with Kristy. I told them how bloody, red eyes show up in my room at night. What I didn't say is how Hudson and I want to kill someone for the devil on Tuesday.

After my explanation, Melody, Justin, and Jane had questions for the three of us. Mason stayed quiet until he was asked for a question. It took the whole lunch for this. Throwing away my food, I walked down to my locker to grab my things.

After school, I met up with the others as Melody called nine one one to check on Kristy. We stayed silent as Melody put on speakers, hiding behind the trees or privacy.

"Nine one one, what's your emergency?" a sweet, caring female voice answered.

"So we have a friend who's been missing from school since Monday and hasn't answered our calls or messages. We are scared for her as something could have happened," Melody explained.

"Okay, what is your friend's name and where does she live?"

Melody gave the information, also added that her parents would be back tomorrow from a business trip. We waited until one of the officers said that no one was answering. They think that she is on the business trip with her parents too. Melody didn't argue and said okay and hung up.

"Just wait until her parents get home. Then they'd be calling the police and that's when we'll be laughing hysterically at them for not doing their job," Melody said.

After that, we left for home.

I walked alone with my music blasting in my eardrums. I thought about Kristy all the way home and it bothered me how she didn't answer or why the cops think that she's gone on the trip with her parents, when we saw her on Saturday. It took me twenty minutes to get back home. Once I got home and inside, I dropped my bags at the door not caring to do my homework. I flopped onto the couch turning on the TV. The two people that Hudson and I killed a few nights ago were on the news once again. I don't feel proud of it, neither did Hudson. But we did have to do it because it was a dare from the devil himself. It was a stressful week and I needed a break from everything.

Since my parents are gone for the month, I'm on my own. My phone rang as I answered it immediately.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hey sweetie, how's it going over there? Are you doing okay?"

"I'm doing great and it's going good."

"That's good. I just phoned to see how everything's going. Your father is out right now as I'm in the hotel room checking data and status reports on my computer."

"Okay, how's that been going?"

"Honestly, it's stressful and busy."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Anyways, I've got to go, an incoming call. Just phoned to see how everything's going, okay bye."

"Bye."

Hearing the phone beep on the other end, I hung up and relaxed. " . . . The two people who died, Emma Cooper and Richard Long died from an attack unexpectedly as they were in the bar having fun. The police think that these killings connect back to the 2025 killing spree that happened in this very town . . ."

This town of Alberta isn't very lucky. Thank goodness that they don't suspect random people, especially the kids. At some point in the evening, nausea drifted over me and I don't know why. I felt dizzy so I got up for some water, hoping it would help.

Closing onto eight pm, my phone dinged as it's sound echoed through the house. Glancing at the message, it was from an unknown person. I still read it, sending chills down my spine.

If you want to live, you must find this person. His name is Daniel Copperstone and you can find him at this place. Wood Road Ave, 96th. House number 34. Tomorrow at three, ask him what his past was like in the killings in the games. He knows that a couple of kids are coming to ask him, but doesn't know who. This is part of the dare from the devil, himself.

I sat back dropping my phone on the couch. I rubbed my temples. I'm going with someone who I don't know and the devil decided to send me this dare, I haven't played it since Monday. I don't understand. I now have to go to someone's house who I have no idea who he is, and I don't know who the other person is. I felt so dizzy from all of this, I ran to the bathroom, vomiting unexpectedly. Letting it out of my system, I finally got up, walked to the couch nearly falling asleep, but a dinged echo through my head.

Glancing at my phone, I've got a random number. Reading it, I replied to Hudson. How do people get my number? Didn't bother asking him if the answer is from my friends. In the middle of texting a message, he phoned me.

"You couldn't wait a few seconds?"

"Nope. I have to tell you something. I got this message from Satan and it told me to go to this person's house to ask questions about the killings. I have no idea who else is going."

Looks like I've found my partner.

"It's me. I got the same message just before you texted."

"Great. I guess we're going for another adventure," hearing is sarcastic tone in his voice.

"Yep, this should be fun."

"I'm coming to pick you up around two if that's okay with you. I believe we only need to bring one vehicle and not two."

"Okay. Remember where I live?"

"Yeah, I will never forget."