"Time to go to this party." Adam was in a car with his three friends. Lara, Ryan, and Sean. "Maybe it won't be that bad!" Lara glanced at the others, who laughed.
The three made it to the manor, where the butler was waiting. "Ah, welcome guests." Adam, an astrologist, walked inside.
The manor looked nice, a chandelier on top, and a golden stairway. Nine others were there. They seemed nice.
Lara, a musician, Ryan, who was an architect and, Sean, the engineer were talking to D'Lama, a Mexican wrestler. Lara laughed at the small remarks D'Lama made, causing Sean to get a bit jealous.
A rich man, Hal, tapped his foot impatiently. Shannon, his wife acted the same way. Ben, a NYPD detective, sighed in annoyance.
The other 4 arrived late.
Emma, a savvy L.A journalist,
Henry, an author,
Clement, John's second grandson,
and finally Tommy, a scientist.
The 12 guests all waited for their host, who did not come.
Emma did not know any of these people. She was confused as to why she was with this group. She wasn't the only one.
ONE HOUR LATER
Hal got up. "Alright, this is getting ridiculous." Shannon got up with him. Ben called over. "Why not waiting a couple more minutes?" Hal laughed. "This party was a mistake. I'm going home." Hal attempted to open the door, but it was locked. "What?" He pulled. "I can't get out!" Henry got up. As he walked, he stepped on a part of the floor that clicked. He heard a rope snap, causing an anvil to swing, straight towards the couch where Shannon was standing near. The anvil smashed into her head, cracking her skull. She fell to the floor, the side of her face mangled by the anvil. Ben rushed over and felt her pulse. "She's dead." Hal rushed over. "N-No! NO!" Tommy backed away. "Oh no." Ryan backpedaled away. "We need to leave." D'Lama pointed towards the door. "We can't! It is locked!" Ryan shouted. "A window! Something!" Adam opened a closet door near him, looking for something to break the door down, and a body fell out.
It was John's.
"Christ." Ben stared at the body. A note was on it. Emma picked it up.
It turns out, two have died. There will be more bloodshed, just wait.
But the fun part: I am one of you. The murder is one of us! :)
Want a clue? Someone's gonna feel really new. When the clock strikes 9, someone will pay their due.
Emma read it out loud. Henry paced around. "Are we seriously going to die?"
Ben looked at his watch. 8:45. Hal grieved loudly. "No... no...!" Ben looked at Adam. "How'd you know the body was there?" Adam began defending himself. "No fucking way. You are not pinning this shit on me. I just opened a door!" Sean began backing away. "This can't be happening." Lara looked at him. "It's gonna be fine, Sean. Sean look at me."
The group panicked.
They heard a DING of a bell. It was nine. Emma paced around. "New? What does that mean?" Ben shrugged. "Fresh? Like freshly baked, freshly waxed..."
Suddenly, the two heard a sharp scream.
WHO DO YOU THINK IS THE MURDERER?
Emma - ALIVE
Ben - ALIVE
Adam - ALIVE
Sean - ALIVE
Ryan - ALIVE
Ben - ALIVE
Tommy - ALIVE
Hal - ALIVE
D'Lama - ALIVE
Clement - ALIVE
Lara - ALIVE
Shannon - DEAD