**"Wydm killed? It was just a fight, right?" I told you what I saw.**
I stood frozen behind the rusty,door room,. My face wore that classic *wtf* expression. Killed? Murdered? How the hell did a dumb school fight escalate to murder?
My heart got the rush that athletes do. The silence in the hallway was louder than any scream. And just then, I heard the rushed footsteps—multiple of them. Shit. They're coming. Without thinking, I slipped into Room 128. The music room. I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, gasping ,trying to cath hold of my breath
"Alright, I'm safe," I whispered to myself, sliding down to sit, my hands trembling hugging my head. My brain was all over the place. There had already been an open firing incident last week at school. And now this? I mean, how much weirder could this place get?
The room was damn silent. So empty that I could hear my own thoughts,. Just as I was about to leave, thinking it was safe again, the door wouldn't budge. It was stuck. **Seriously?** I pulled harder, used all my strength—but it didn't move an inch.
Had someone locked it from outside? Was I discovered?
I turned around, heart pounding, sweat dripping—and that's when I saw it. Right there on the center table. An old cassette tape. But the thing is—it hadn’t been there before. I wuoul've noticed . It looked almost fake, and definitely out of place. I picked it up slowly. It didn’t play, of course. It didn’t even have a working button.
Just great. Nothing ever works when it’s supposed to. As I held it up, thinking of smashing the window and making a run for it, I noticed something strange. The back of the cassette had a slit—barely visible. I opened it.
Jackpot.
A folded paper slip.
“Truth or Dare — Level: Ground.”
I stared at the words, confused beyond reason. What the hell was this? Some kind of twisted game? Was someone watching me? Was I trapped in one of those TikTok horror dares?
Before I could even process it, a ladder fell from the ceiling. Just like that. No noise, no warning. I jumped back, nearly knocking over a music stand.
I had no other choice.
I climbed.
The space above was pitch black, like the attic of a haunted house. But then, something glowed—my hand. Wait, not my hand—my wrist. A ribbon-like band was now tied to it. How the hell had I not felt that before? On it, glowing was the number: '128.'
I looked around.
The room was filled with musical instruments, strange ones—ancient drums, electric guitars with symbols, and posters that made no sense. A violin on fire. A flute floating mid-air. It was all too much.
And then—suddenly—the whole room lit up.
“Five minutes have passed.”
A mechanical voice echoed. I looked up.
A timer. On the ceiling. Counting down. Under it, were two options: 'Truth or Dare.'
What kind of nightmare was this?
I looked at my wrist again and realized it had buttons—like a remote. I hesitantly clicked. Without knowing, I’d selected 'Truth.' Then came sub-options: 'Confession, Nasty Secret, Snitch' and 'IDK'. I had no clue what to pick. They all sounded sketchy, so I hit 'IDK.'
Next thing I know, I was no longer in the music room.
I was on my living room sofa.A house party was going on. Loud music, flashing lights. Wait—this was the 12th of July. I knew this party. Déjà vu hit me hard.
It was my group of friends, sitting around and playing—yep, Truth or Dare. The same cursed options popped up, and the screen chose Snitch for me.
Damn.
I only had one secret like that. Julia. My girlfriend. For seven years. She had a secret boyfriend. I’d found out. She had even called him while I was in the room, just to tell him I existed—some twisted game of loyalty, I guess. I didn’t say a word back then.
But now? In front of everyone?
I spilled it.
And she slapped the hell out of me.
The room went silent.
I was yanked back into the weird music room. The screen flashed: “Truth cleared. Welcome to Level 1."
Okay, fine. I was getting the hang of this.
This time, I chose **Dare.**
No options. Just one word: **Accepted.**
Everything around me disappeared, and I was on a dark, empty street. A lonely lane. Cold wind. Then—two kids in school uniforms appeared. I recognized them instantly—seniors.
They were arguing.
Suddenly, one of them—without warning—"stabbed" the other. Right in the stomach.
I froze,I didn't know what to do in that moment ,I was scared as hell and confused cause what did it had to do with me .The stabber ran away. I looked down, and my whole body went cold.
My hands -covered in blood.
A knife—in my grip.
I hadn’t touched anything. But there it was. And then, a kid ran into the scene, saw me, smirked, and ran away.
I was screwed.
Big time.
To be continued...
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