SM:Flee the Church

From Create Your Own Story

You decide maybe getting the hell out of here is the best idea and rush back up the stairs, two steps at a time.

As you reach the top of the stairs, you come face-to-face with the man from outside. He has a gun out, and is aiming it right at you.

"Forgive me... " he utters, and promptly pulls the trigger.

The muzzle flash is blindingly bright, so you bring up your arms to shield your eyes. After a few seconds, when no bullets pierce your body, you lower your arms to see what is going on.

You're no longer in the church. You can't even tell where you are. It appears to be just a black abyss. All you can see is yourself, and darkness.

"That was the wrong way," you hear a voice say, a voice you recognize as the one you heard when you signed that contract.

You turn in the direction the noise came from and find yourself looking at some kind of phantom. It consists of a hooded black cloak and a featureless, white porcelain mask where the face should be. Instead of eyes behind the mask, you can see only black. It has no discernable form, or body, and floats a few feet off the ground.

"And since you've died, I have some to collect you. Our fun will have to wait a little while to get started... so many souls, so little time to enjoy them all... but don't worry, you'll get your time with me."

"But I have time left," you remind it.

"But you died. Didn't you read the fine print on your contract? No? Oh well. You're mine now, and there isn't anything you can do about it. Wait for me here.. I'll return to have some fun soon," the phantom says, then vanishes before your eyes.

A cruel, haunting laugh fills the abyss not too long after it's gone, a laugh that chills you to the bone. You have the sudden feeling that even after you've paid off your debt, this phantom is not going to be letting you go.


Game Over: You belong to the Phantom now, and forever.

Restart -- Quit
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