This story was written by my 10 year old son David as a surprise for me. I am indeed, surprised and pleased, I hope you will be too.
“Sometimes a story gets so crowded you can’t tell an original story anymore.”
He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw an exact clone of himself knocked unconscious and a knife marked #1. He essentially had to kill himself to escape this torment. Inside himself, he found a key saying, “It was inside you all along.” As he finished reading it, James remembered who he was.
There was a door engraved exit and he opened it nervously. Sure enough, it was an exit and James was happy. He went home and found something peculiar. His front door was engraved with a 2. All he could do was laugh as he realised there was no end to his torment. He went inside.
James never came out again.
It all started with a man named Thomas. he came to a place named Pewter City to ask for directions to California. He found it oddly deserted. He explored, confused and came to a door marked with a 2 in blood. Our of curiosity, Thomas opened the door and found a man crying in a corner. Ignoring everything else, he tapped on the man’s shoulder and only caught a glimpse of the man’s bloodshot eyes.
Thomas awoke confused and without memory of who he was, and noticed that he was locked tight into a chair with a free clone of himself before him with a knife in his hand. Thomas screamed as the cloned stabbed him to death.
But he didn’t die. Thomas was still alive, he was free and all he could see was a bright red exit sign. So he ran and ran and ran until he blacked out.
Thomas ame to only to see a drop and a gun with a sign saying DO IT!
Thomas jumped. He landed on some spikes that were arranged in the text #3 and never came to again.
James woke up suddenly and everything was different. A loudspeaker boomed overhead, “Welcome James! Take a good look around. It will matter. You have 10 seconds starting….NOW 10-9-8-765 PSYCH!! You thought this was over, didn’t you? It isn’t over until you are dead. I will hunt you down. I will find you. You will be #4. Goodbye James, for now.”
One second he was trapped in a chair, then he was free with a knife, then in a car and then impaled on spikes. Outside! It was all too much and it all went black when the same voice spit from above his head, “it’s time to wake up! Rise and shine!” James opened his eyes; he was on the lawn and everything was still the same as before he went inside the house.
“Rise and smell the ashes Jim!”
The house transformed into a burning wreckage and he shook, shouting, “Who are you?”
The unknown voice laughed, “That’s for me to know, and you to find out Jimmy Boy!” There was another clone coming towards him and James held out his hand, shocked to see it held a gun. Hanging from a tag, a message read, “Aim for the head and pull.”
James shot the gun.
“well, they keep coming, so put on the show!” It was him, that ham from all those years ago. Finally, he is here; the man that caused all the fear. “Goodbye John,” he said, for now.”
This is the story of Stanley “Eggs” Benedict.
Stanley awoke tired. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up to see himself seconds before the world went black.
There was an exit sign flashing in the distance, and with it, he, himself, was phasing in and out of existence. The lights went out, even the sign and that is when he saw them and remembered it all. The drop, the door, the loudspeaker voice, everything!
From behind him, a man’s voice spoke quietly, as the man himself stepped from the shadows. “Congratulations Mr. Benedict. You passed the test and stayed sane.” It was his best friend, Jeremy Fitzgerald.
“What was that!? Stanley yelled, shocked.
“Revenge. Revenge for that Saw prank earlier in August. I know you have fond memories of that,” Jeremy replied with a smirk.
“But how? I don’t get it.”
The light is so bright and Jeremy’s blurry face appears laughing, “You were in VR, dummy.”
Stanley shook his head, and said, “so, it wasn’t real?”
Jeremy just laughed. The next day, he was found decapitated with no reason or explaination. A fitting end for a torturing psychopath.
Part 5: The Return
“…..hello…? I’m back!!”
Memories of long ago rushed into my head. Living like this, you’re better off dead. “I’ll be found deep down underground. What have I done to deserve this torture?”
“Wake up. Wake Up!” and suddenly, he was but why does it matter? I’m dead.
“It will matter. See that remote? Push the button and be the core.” There is a remote in my hand that has only one button. I press it and all turns black.
“A man chooses but a slave obeys. This is not the end. More shall come, more shall die. Watch your back.”
The end is near as the encryption appears
“This is the last test, James. After this, you are free.”
James is suddenly falling. He has been impaled, shot, stabbed and phased out of existence. Now he is in a room with four doors each with several numbers marked on them. He opens door 1 and sees more and more doors and with a sigh, starts down the hall. James becomes lost and is never seen again.