A remote lodge turned into a complete mess, with dismembered body parts and a pentagram drawn in blood.
Inside it, a civil servant stood before yet another unconscious woman, holding a butcher knife.
And me, looking down at the sight from the second-floor railing.
If I hadn’t known it was fake, it would have been the kind of deranged living room that could make someone pass out on the spot.
But the lodge caretaker who appeared through the back door was polite.
“Have you been comfortable?”
As if.
Still, there was no need to waste energy, so I just stood there silently.
The caretaker did not bother with the usual nonsense about having gone out “so that you could stay in peace without disturbance.”
He only said this.
“Three days have passed. The time has now come.”
“……”
“From this moment on, you may exchange the inheritance of this lodge for your cassette tapes.”
If nobody dies all the way up to this point? Then from here on, things descend into a total bloodbath where people kill each other.
It was unavoidable.
This cassette tape only lets the survivors go once enough terror and shock have built up in the face of death.
‘That’s why I made them.’
The terror and shock, that is.
It hadn’t felt particularly right by modern standards of sensibility, but I had frightened people badly enough to make them think they were really going to…