“Let’s go up there,” he said.
“Up there.” He pointed to the stair well at the back of the room just past the kitchen. Looking at the stairs gave her a weird feeling. From this vantage point she could see the first four steps. But, after that it was grey and dark. Like the light wasn’t allowed to illuminate above the fourth step.
He took her hand and lead her towards the stairs.
“We shouldn’t go up there.” She whispered.
“Why not?” he didn’t wait for her to answer. “We have to.”
“But, what is up there?” She asked.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked up and couldn’t see the top. There was no light. Strange. No light and no sound.
He stepped on the first step and his hand went cold. He looked back at her. A scream got caught in her throat. His eyes were changing change colors, like a chameleon. First, brown, then green, black, blue then brown again.
“It is your choice.” He said.
She tried to back away, but couldn’t move.
All of sudden, there was a high-pitched ripping sound. Like the sound that masking tape makes when you remove it from a hard surface.
He took off running up the stairs; taking two at a time. He was still holding her hand, but her feet where no longer touching the ground. She was floating. And, she was in pain. It hurt so badly and she was screaming and pulling. He stopped.
He turned towards her again.
“If you choose to come, it won’t hurt as much.”
His kind blue eyes had returned. She recognized those eyes; the ones that made her stomach flip and made her fall for him. And, that made her cry.
But, she continued with him this time. And when she did, her feet hit the ground and it didn’t hurt as much. He was right. He was always right.
They arrived at the top of the stairs. At the top was a table with a computer on it. Beyond the table was a closed door. On the computer screen, there was a question:
“Do you dare?”
Type 1 for yes and 2 for no.
He let go of her hand and typed on the keyboard. She couldn’t see what he typed, but sudden the door opened and he walked in. She tried to follow him, but the door shut before she could go through.
“You have to choose.” He said from a distance, “I can’t do it for you.”
“Choose what? Dare to do what? I don’t understand.” She screamed.
Then she heard laughter. It was distant at first, but then got closer and closer and closer. It was horrible and the pain returned.
The screen kept blinking in lipstick red:
TYPE 1 FOR YES AND 2 FOR NO!!!
She felt like she was going crazy. With all her effort, she reached out and pressed 2.
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