HOL YS HIT IS THAT MURDER HOUSE CHAPTER 7???????? au
not to be gay but i myself had to re-read the entire thing to catch myself up on this so if you need to do the same then here u go:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Those just take u to the pages that they're on you'll have to scroll to find them urself bc idk how to specify a point in a page anyway have fun babes
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We waited silently for the elevator; the announcement that Jean had killed another resident had already sounded. The elevator squeaked with every other movement it forced itself to make. Then, as if on queue, the scratchings on the wall began to appear. I turn my head.
Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.
John 8:7
I remember that passage. A bunch of people catch a women in the act of some adultery, and they bring her to Jesus to condemn and stone her. Jesus tells them that whoever has never sinned may be the first to throw the stone; but since they all are guilty, they leave, and the woman walks free. Why bring this up?
"You coming?" Jean's question snaps me out of my thoughts as I realize Jean is already inside the elevator, that somehow arrived without me noticing. I step into the elevator and take a seat on the ground, sighing.
"This sure is exhausting, don't you think?"
Jean turns to look at me, expressionless, as he turns back and faces the door.
"Time doesn't stop for anyone." He says, almost as if he was prepared to say that.
"So, what, you've never taken a break?" I spit back at him.
"I didn't say that."
"Your pretentious attitude did."
He turns to look at me. I honestly expected anger in his eyes, but he held something else.
"Why are you here, Anubis?"
I blink my eyes.
"Wh-what do you mean?" I hold my breath, feeling my heart drop.
"Why were you on my floor? You came from the floor above mine. Why'd you go down?" He steps closer to me, as if to analyze my behavior. What is he doing?
I shake my head.
"I-I don't-"
Jean breaks, letting out a chuckle.
"I had you questioning everything for a minute there, didn't I?"
He playfully pushes me as I exhale, the tension releasing in my muscles.
The elevator door opens and we're greeted with…mannequins? There's probably around 30 of them, or at least that many in sight. Lights are flashing, music is playing, and they're all arranged in an unorganized manner. The music paused only for some annoying voiced girl to begin speaking.
"Hello you party animals! Looks like you two have been some naughty boys, am I right?"
God, if I could shoot her now, I would, but unfortunately, just like the last girl, she's not in the room. Luckily, I can tell she's using the speakers to talk. Jean and I exchange concerned looks.
"I sure hope we can find the elevators without dealing with her."
I mutter to Jean.
"Oh, come on, you two. You guys have been holding those Johnsons down for way too long. I think it's time you learn to loosen up a bit, or should I say tighten your pants?"
She laughs an obnoxious laugh as I sigh, approaching the mannequins.
"So what's going on here? Party for losers?"
Her laughing stops and I can almost hear the scowl in her voice.
"If it's a party for losers, then why are you here?"
Jean and I exchange glances as she continues.
"You guys never have any fun, do you?"
Jean speaks up.
"This is just your style of murder. I have fun my own way."
She fakes a gasp.
"Jeeann, look at you. So deprived, so lonely. I know how to have a good time."
"Can you just tell us where the elevator to go up is?" Jean insists as she huffs. Each mannequin was dressed differently, some slutty, some not, but most of them had a drink in their hands. Some sort of smoke machine was adding to the atmosphere, but it smelled weird.
"I think you should solve my puzzle first, lover boys."
"Puzzle? What puzzle?"
The flashing lights stop, a bunch of bright white lights drowned out the rest; the music stopped, and there was no response from the girl.
Somehow, someway, all the mannequins were looking at us. Jean and I stare at each other, not wanting to make eye contact with the eyeless figures that crowded the room. Jean takes a step into the room, the mannequins following us with their heads as we walk. As we look through the room, I hear Jean chuckle.
"Hey, look. This one has a gas mask."
As I turn to look, her voice booms through the speakers.
"Ooooohh, that reminds me! This puzzle has a timer! If you don't solve it in…" She pauses, as if to do the math, "Eleven minutes, you will pass out and eventually die from inhaling the toxic fumes! But don't worry, with that gas mask, only one of you will die. Good luck!"
Jean rips the gas mask off of the mannequin and equips it in a rush, then looks at me.
"We can take turns with the gas mask until we figure it out. Don't waste your breath."
I nod as I turn and examine the room. There was a makeshift bar, a table with plastic toy food, and a shelf with some cabinets. I rush over to the bar and examine the contents; not surprisingly enough, there were actual drinks in the bar. As Jean reaches the bar next to me, he notices and grins.
"Here," He utters, taking off the gas mask and handing it to me. He reaches over and grabs a bottle, popping it open.
"Won't that kill you? Especially with the gas?"
Jean merely put a finger to his lips as he shushed me. I begrudgingly put on the mask and continue looking through the bar, when I notice some writing on the inside of the counter. I look over to Jean, who's sniffing the bottle of alcohol and curling his nose.
"Doesn't smell right." He utters.
"What do you think it is?" I return.
"Not whiskey."
I turn back to read what's on the counter, but something wasn't sitting right with me. The words are written in poor handwriting, but I manage to make out;
"Find they key at the bottom of Stella."
I look around at the mannequins. Which one could be 'Stella'? Maybe it's another one of those personal things, and Jean's supposed to know.
"Do you know who Stella is?"
I call out to Jean, who's sniffing another bottle.
"You mean the beer brand?"
Damn, how did I forget about that? Jean picks up a bottle and holds it up in front of me.
"Here's one right here."
I grab the bottle and open it, looking to the inside. There were words at the bottom, written on a piece of paper, but I can't read them through the drink. I sigh and start to turn over the bottle when her voice bellows over me.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
I furrow my brow. What kind of game is she trying to play?
"You mean advance in the puzzle?"
"No, silly. I want one of you to drink the beer. If you guys don't have fun," She hums a high pitched sigh, making my stomach turn, "I'll just have to kill both of you."
I look at Jean. One of us has to be coherent to finish the puzzle, but I don't want Jean to die. I hand him the bottle and say,
"Okay, you drink this, then put on the mask. I don't want you passing out or anything."
Jean takes the bottle, giving me a strange look as he turns the bottle upside down, chugging the alcohol. By the time he finishes, he's already wavering in his balance. I hand him the gas mask, but I don't think he notices. His eyes started to grow more and more distant.
"Jean, for fuck's sake, take the mask before I force it on you myself."
Jean's hand reached out for the gas mask, but before he can grab it, his hand pulled back, along with the rest of his body, as he fell to the ground.
"Jean!" I yelled out, falling to my knees to reach him before taking off the mask and putting it on him.
"Ohhh, I wouldn't bother." Her voice chimed through the speakers.
"Fuck you!" I spit out, turning to the sound of her voice. I then hear a noise behind me, and I turn to see…something, dragging Jean out of the room. I crawl, then scramble to my feet as I chase after whatever has Jean, but as soon as they're across the line, the door slams shut in my face. My quick inhalations get to me as I start coughing.
"Hmm…such a shame. You didn't have any plans with Jean, right? You don't mind if I…borrow him, for a bit, right?"
I stand up and gazze over at one of the cameras that stared in my face.
"Don't you fucking touch him."
I hear her laugh before leaning in close to the mic, a smirk in her voice.
"And what are you gonna do about it?"
What she planned to do with Jean, I didn't want to know, but I did know that I wanted to stop her before anything can happen. I look around the room quickly, remembering the empty bottle of beer and grabbing it. As I look inside, I see the words; "The one who gifted you with breath holds the key."
Puzzle solving is really difficult when you're close to passing out.
