#LYRI'S ART IS SO AMAZING AND I AM SO BLESSED

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My piece for @vldhorrorbang​​, and I am so so so lucky to have been able work with the amazing @lyrikin​! Please check out the amazing art she made for the piece {{{HERE}}}!!!

Chapters: 1/5 Rating: Mature Warnings: Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gen fic with Pidge POV Tags: POV Pidge | Katie Holt, Horror, Psychological Horror, Alternate Universe - Horror, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Violence, Blood and Gore, Blood, Needles, Ghosts, Drowning, Near Death Experiences, Paranoia, Angst, betrayal at house on the hill - Freeform, Betrayal Words: 5,767 Summary:

It was routine: their weekly game night to play whatever new game Pidge managed to get her hands on. Simple. Easy. Normal.

But tonight was not normal, not even close. They woke in an old house on a hill with flashlights as their only means of light, dressed like the game’s characters and clutching to each other for support.

And their only means of escape? Explore the haunted house that threatened to kill them at every turn, attacking them through every opened door. Bloodied, tortured, and tormented them. But they had each other, at least until the game took that away too.

Because the ninth circle of hell is reserved for betrayers.

Excerpt:

“Pidge,” Shiro’s voice was firm, as he glanced around the room. Allura traced Shiro’s gaze with the flashlight, illuminating spiderwebs and rodents that scurried away from direct light. Lance was already at the window, analyzing their surroundings.

He was straining to see when a flash of lightning shook the house and showed where they were. Pidge ran to his side, feeling the brush of his skirts against her bare legs. They were at the top of a hill surrounded by barren trees and fog that consumed any other distinguishable characteristics of the area.

Keith pulled at the handle of the large oak doors. They didn’t budge, and before anyone could convince him otherwise, he jumped back and took a running start into the door. He stumbled back with a hiss, gripping his shoulder.

“We’re locked in,” Keith announced. And another flash of lightning showed the gentle slope of land leading to the house.

They were on a house on a hill.

Pidge rotated on the ball of her foot to look each member in the eye. If this was the game, how would they win? And who would betray them?

“So what do we do now?” Shiro asked, looking directly at Pidge. She glanced down the entrance way, looking at the old stairs and the way boards were broken in the middle and the termites that crawled along the banister.

“We play the game,” Pidge whispered, looking at the door directly behind Allura and Shiro.