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Saturday Night

“ G uys?” My voice echoes through the eerie silence, but there is no response. Panic rises in my chest as fear creeps in, causing me to frantically glance around at the dark woods looming ominously to my left. The flickering candlelight casts twisted shadows that seem to dance and reach for me with every gust of wind, sending shivers down my spine. The moonlight shines brightly on the still surface of the lake, its calmness only adding to the unsettling atmosphere.

This is our last game together - a bittersweet thought that sends a surge of adrenaline through my veins, despite the lurking dread in my gut. With trembling steps, I leave the safety of the porch and venture into the ominous night, startled by the sudden blast of Run by AWOLNATION blaring from a nearby stereo. The pounding beat fills the air, amplifying the already foreboding feeling that hangs heavy in the air.

Every fiber of my being tenses with each cautious step along the dirt path, my heart racing faster and faster as I carefully navigate between towering trees. The deafening music drowns out any natural sounds, adding to the suffocating atmosphere. My eyes dart frantically, searching for any signs of the men. And then I see it - flickering lights in the distance, taunting me like a cruel game of cat and mouse.

"Oh, Red!" Their taunts echo through the darkness, each one more menacing than the last. "We're coming for you, Red!" they call out with malicious glee. In a moment of distraction, one of them sneaks up behind me and tears at my dress until it falls away from my body. As I spin around to confront them, they vanish into the shadows once again, leaving me exposed and alone. My heart pounds loudly in my chest as I try to steady myself, steeling myself for the true terror of this twisted game.

But before I can collect myself, a hand shoots out from the shadows and grabs me roughly by the arm, yanking me deeper into the darkness. The booming music swallows my screams as I am dragged further into the woods. More hands reach out, clawing at my bare skin and sending icy chills down my spine. Desperately, I fight back, trying to break free from their grasp.

"Gotcha!" they chorus, their laughter ringing through the night. "Where do you think you're going, Red?"

Struggling against them, I wriggle free and sprint blindly through the forest, still exposed under the watchful glow of the moon. Branches whip at my skin with every step, leaving stinging marks in their wake. But the surge of adrenaline mixed with primal fear drives me forward. This game has taken on a whole new level - one that is both thrilling and terrifying.

Raven's voice pierces through the music as he counts down. "Ten! Nine! Eight…"

My heart races faster and faster as I push myself to run even harder, the trees around me becoming a blur with the speed of my movements. The deafening music and taunting voices of the men follow close behind, their ominous countdown echoing in my ears.

"Seven! Six! Five…"

The thrill of the chase pulses through me, mingled with an overpowering sense of dread forming an intoxicating cocktail of emotions. My bare feet pound against the forest floor, twigs and leaves crunching beneath them as I dart toward an uncertain fate.

"Four! Three! Two…"

Suddenly, a clearing appears before me, lit only by a few flameless candles scattered about haphazardly. I skid to a stop, breathless and wide-eyed at the eerie sight before me.

"One!"

As Raven's final word hangs in the air, the music cuts off abruptly, leaving only the soft rustling of wind through trees and my heavy breathing to fill the silence. And then I feel it - a hand grabbing me from behind, pulling me down to the ground in one swift motion.