"Bum", I said to Jean-claude as he passed me in our game of sorry.

We were bored, very bored. So we decided to play a game we found on the shelves.

"I'll destroy you I'm king of Sorry", Jean-claude said while sticking his tongue out.

We had been sent to this "Murder house" and now we're trapped. So far nothing has happened, all I know is there is a murderer, and I have to try to survive. My little slip of paper had said investigator, but I still didn't know what that was.

POWER DISCONNECTED

I jumped at the sudden sound, and the lights began to flicker. I saw the last bit of horror on Jean-claude's face, until it all went dark.

Me and Jean-claude were childhood best friends, but, I liked him a little more than that.

Before I could think any further something smacked the back of my head and I hit the floor, unconscious.

The dream (Nikolai's hallucination)

I found myself surrounded by darkness. Nothing was there except a small wooden chair in front of me. I had no clue what had just happened and I was blanked out.

I blinked, very fasetly, and suddenly, someone...or something was sitting in the chair.

I jumped back from the creepy doll like porcelain piece. It had black hair, one side shaved off completely, and a face covered in scars, cuts and bruises. The left eye took treatment of an eye patch, with a thick layer blood.

"Who...what are you?" I asked, terrified.

"We might say I haven't done anything polite...", The doll said while tapping it's fingers on the side of the chair.

"Yes but, WHO are you?"

"Really now? I thought I was a WHAT not a WHO", it exclaimed.

"Okay I'm sorry, what are you", I asked choosing my words carefully.

"I did something bad Nikolai, to you, to your friend, to a lot of people...", The words may have been regretful, but the tone definitely wasn't.

"What did you do!?" I shouted this time, I needed to know.

"Don't you get it you idiot!? I created flicker! I did this to you, to everyone! I made the murderer kill Jean-claude!"

Those last words stopped Nikolai's breathing. He couldn't think, couldn't see, couldn't breathe.

"J-jean-c-claude d-dead?" I was falling apart so fast my words didn't even make sense.

"Oh crap! You didn't know yet!? Well I'm sowwy Nikowai, but that's how it's gwonna bwe", the doll said as if it were speaking to a 3-year-old child.

"Oh my god, I'M GONNA STRANGLE YOU!"  I said as I ran at the doll, but before I could reach it, the scene changed and I was laying on a hardwood floor.

"Nikolai! You're awake!" I heard somebody say.

I looked up and I saw Jordan standing there looking at me.

"What happened?" I asked her.

"You were knocked unconscious by the murderer", she said, though she seemed very sad, almost too sad.

"Well, I'm here now!" I smiled sheepishly but she didn't return the grin, all she did was frown in sadness.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

She pointed to the wall near the table and then it all came back.

Jean-claude really was dead.

I ran up and touched his hand, he was ice cold. He had been hung on the wall with a knife.

"No...no...no! This can't be real! This can't be happening!" I collapsed to the floor in tears.

I cried every last bit of myself out. He was gone. The only thing I lived for was gone.

Goodbye Jean-claude...

A/n: Sooo, that was my attempt at a sad story. Let me guess, it probably made you laugh more than cry, right? Anyways...let me know if you enjoyed, feel free to give me some feedback! Don't forget to comment ships on the request page!