TRAPPED IN MY OWN HOUSE FOREVER!

 

I woke up to a quiet house, the kind of stillness that made my skin crawl. I called out for my family, but there was no response. As I walked through the empty rooms, I noticed that all the windows and doors were boarded up from the outside, as if someone had sealed us in.

 

Panic set in as I realized I was trapped, and I frantically searched for any way out. But there was none. The boards were nailed tightly, and even the smallest cracks were covered.

 

Hours turned into days, and I was left with nothing but my own thoughts and fears. I began to notice strange noises in the house, footsteps that didn't belong to any of us, whispers that echoed through the walls.

 

I tried to stay calm, to believe that help would come, but with each passing day, my hope dwindled. My stomach growled with hunger, and I drank the last of the water in a desperate attempt to stay alive.

 

As the days turned into weeks, my mind began to unravel. I saw things in the shadows, heard voices that weren't there. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I heard a sound outside.

 

Footsteps, voices. I screamed for help, banging on the boards with all my strength. But it was too late. The door burst open, and in rushed a group of people, their faces twisted into grotesque masks of horror.

 

I don't remember much after that. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, my body broken and battered. The faces of my family flashed before my eyes, and I knew I would never see them again.

 

As I took my last breaths, I realized that I had been the victim of a cruel game, a sick joke played by those who had boarded me in. And now, as my life slipped away, I could hear their laughter echoing in the darkness, taunting me with their sick sense of humour.

 

This was my fate. To die alone, trapped, and forgotten, a warning to others of the horrors that lurked just beyond our doors.