"What the hell kind of game is this?!" Marcus shouts.

Everyone is staring at Molly's body. Bridgette has not moved. Her feet are still under Molly's bloody head.

Macie shakes her head, refusing to believe this is reality. She knows Molly is just in some costume makeup the show dolled her up in. She knows this is a trick.

She pokes at Molly's side. Getting no reaction from her, Macie screams and runs downstairs to the big doors they entered through. And slams her hands on the door and calls for help.

But no one comes to their rescue. And absolutely no one is going to come help them either. They are alone in here with no way out.

The game has officially started now. This is where it gets interesting.

Jamie peels her eyes away from Molly and looks up at Wilson. She notices a pressure on her waist. She looks down and realizes Wilson has had his hand around her the entire time they have been standing there.

Jamie looks to the floor and then at Molly. She has a theory. "What if this isn't even a real show guys?" She asks rhetorically. "What if they are just going to start picking us off one by one?" She asks, her head staring to throb from where she hit it on the door while trying to escape that room. "Like the Hunger Games."

Everyone shakes their heads. No one believes that theory. At least, none of them want to believe that it could be true. They still believe they are here to win money.

"Why would you even say something like that?! It was just an accident!" Brooke shouts. "I am sure she show will explain what went wrong and everything will go back to normal!" Brooke looks around. "Right guys?" She asks for confirmation of her ideas.

She refuses to believe that this was murder. They all do. But deep down, they all know that poor Molly was murdered and shoved in that closet for one of them to discover.

Julie shakes her head. "Someone locked me in that room. I felt like if they didn't break that door down, you would have gone in there and found my body too." Jamie tries to get them to see what is really going on in here. "There was a message on the screen for me. It said my time was almost up."

Wilson grabs her tighter. "Maybe I should go get you some water?" He asks. Jamie nods. Wilson walks away from the scene and calmly down the stairs to the kitchen. Until he let go of her, Jamie didn't even notice how dizzy and light headed she was. She wonders if that is why he was holding on to her like that.

"Why is he so calm?" Someone whispers to another house guest as they all watch Wilson pour Jamie a glass of water downstairs.

"We have to get out of here. I don't want to die." Bridgette says, speaking for the first time since she found Molly in the closet. She stares at her feet which are currently covered by Molly's face. She slowly pulls one leg away from her and then the other, freeing herself.

Everyone runs down the stairs together and rushes to the only exit they know of. It actually is the only way out of this house. There are no windows and no other doors that lead to the outside world. They are trapped here.

"Maybe there is a phone in here?" Saylor suggests. "All houses have phones, right?"

Everyone breaks away and tries to find a phone to call for help. Meanwhile, Jamie flips Molly over and closes her eyes. She sits on the floor and leans against the vertical poles forming a balcony that overlooks the downstairs.

She is feeling too woozy to stand.

Wilson walks over to her and hands her to the glass of water he poured for her.

"They all think you are suspicious." Jamie informs him.

"Why? Because I grabbed you a glass of water?" Wilson laughs.

"I'm serious. Be careful." She warns him. She was locked in that room. She has no idea what went on while she was in there.

Downstairs, Marcus opens cabinets and drawers in search of a phone. Why he thinks he would find one in the kitchen, no one knows.

He pulls a drawer out after struggling to open it. Inside, he finds a gun. He looks around. No one is in the kitchen. He lifts the gun out of the drawer and slides it in to his pocket, using his shirt to hide it.

AN: do you have any theories or predictions?