Dan was no coward, thank you very much. He was many things, but coward was not one of them. Moreover he didn’t shy away from anything that others would cringe at. There is nothing to fear other than fear itself, and Dan had no reason to be terrified. “ I am not a coward,” Dan mumbled to himself. “ I never back down from a challenge.” Especially not when that challenge was the result of his own stupid idea. The challenge was called ‘Hide-and-Seek Alone’. A supposed Japanese urban legend ritual that is meant to summon a ghost or other spirit into ones home. wherever its origin began many will agree that it is advised not to play it as it is extremely dangerous and could possibly bring death. It was 11:50 at night when Dan saw a link on how to carry out this game. It was a game of bravery that begins at midnight and ends at three thirty-three in the morning, the time… it leaves. “A possessed doll can’t kill me... right?” he muttered as scrolled down the site. He dared to look at the responses to spoil the surprise so he did not… something he’d later regret. “There’s no such things as spirits,” Dan muttered to himself, “and even if they were real what could they do to me. They couldn't hurt me.” It took Dan an hour to prepare all the things needed. A jagged looking doll with rice replacing the cotton stuffing with a red thread wrapped around to to symbolize blood. “This is one ugly doll,” tossing the doll from one hand to the other, “lets call it Minikui.” He had forgotten that the site clearly had stated that naming a spirit only made more powerful. “WHERE IS MY KNIFE!” franticly throwing his stuff everywhere. He soon found it on the table which was never there to begin with. Once everything was set up and he found a place... ... middle of paper ... ...h of this and got out of the closest. The doll wasn’t there. Frantically searched the house and stopped in front of the bathroom. He opened the door nervously and turned on the bathroom light, and the doll was on the floor with the knife. Before Dan could pour the salt water onto the doll, Minikui stabbed him. “Silly mortal did you really thing you could win against me, a spirt?” pushing the knife deeper into Dan’s heart, “now hurry up and die so i can live in it already.” Dan could not believe what he was seeing and was slowly losing conscious. “NO!” Dan woke up panting heavily. ‘Maybe being a coward wasn’t as bad as it sounded like’ Dan thought to himself. Not knowing that it actually happened and the spirit was watching him through his window smirking at him. “Five more minutes and your body is mine... forever” laughing menacingly at the poor clueless boy.
On his way back, Luke spotted the rowboat along with Sam Carter and his Uncle Henry out in the lake with Dan. A fierce rush of emotion filled Luke as both of the men dumped the dog in the lake. Never taking his eyes off where Dan had been dropped, Luke took off is close within seconds pulling out his jack knife. Walking to the deepest part of the river he dived in and swam underwater looking for where Dan had landed. Luke pulled out his jack knife slashing the rope that held down Dan and later raised him to the surface.
When he arrives at his home he notices a small rag doll on his doorstep. Confused, but intrigued he picks up the doll and carried it inside. He proceeded up his stairs to his computer work with the doll still in hand and placed it up against a lamp. After he sits down he studies the doll more carefully and notices a small folded note with a pin holding its place next to the small hand. The note is written in Viennese, not knowing the language since he was eight, he puts it down and examines the doll and sees two stitched crosses where the eyes should be, one for the nose, one over the heart, and five for the mouth. He leaves the room and when he enters the doll isn't where he left it and there is a message on his computer that had not been there before. It reads " the deadline is dawn ". Scared by the note he tries to find the doll. When he picks it up off the floor, he props the doll next to the lamp where it had been before.
“No, you rip those boys right off him. You can’t always defend yourself. You’ll have to be willing to fight for things you love.”
Corporal Keighran and the rest of the troops were on a hill on the outskirts of the town when they were ambushed. As the enemies kept firing at our troops, Dan took his own initiative by running up to the hill, exposing a full view of himself to the enemy to get a better view of their position. Realising that he’d gone too far, his thoughts inside were, “This is it. I’ve gone too far. I’m gonna die.” Even though he had negative thoughts, Corporal Keighran did not give up and still kept
...ng so, he began roaring and screaming, in order to build excitement from the crowd. What a mistake this was. As he was exciting the crowd he gave crucial seconds to his opponent. As soon as Striger recovered, he was in search of the knife. It was the same knife which caused drastic cuts onto him. It was only an arms length away. Striger stretched out his hand and grabbed reaching the tip of the blade. With his finger tip he pushed back the knife towards himself and then grabbed on to it firmly. Vintage stood not so far of from where Striger laid. The wounded Striger was now up and in search of Vintage. As soon as he found caught up with him he pounced onto him as a lion leaps over it’s pray and stabbed him right across his neck. Blood was flushing out of the neck as though it was an open tap. Vintage sucked in his last breath and then feel fast to the ground, dead.
"Then up he sprung, and with his knife - And with his knife He let out
Without caring of his words he gathered his remaining strength and threw the sword the harder he could in direction of the information point. Maybe one day a sect member would stumble upon them.
“Actually, sis, it’s going to be 12 minutes and 17 seconds till we pass the halfway mark.”
Dan, George, Thom and Joe, a group of fifteen year old boys, set up their fishing rods for a peaceful night of fishing on the 1st January 2002, but the tranquillity is obliterated when a concealed bottle of vodka is revealed. The boys drink and boisterously fool about, but they soon get hungry and go to the shops. On the way back Joe falls ill and Thom takes him home. The group separates and Dan ends up alone. This is the last sighting of Dan. A true story shown through re-enactments of the events on that night interspersed with verbatim dialogue directly addressed to the audience from Dan’s family members.
She waved the explanation off. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t blame you any. I blame that damn ghost. I mean, if it wasn’t for you or your friends, I probably wouldn’t be here today. I thank you for saving me.” She smiled at him once again.
He grabbed for his Swiss Army knife out of the nightstand and dropped it into the tiny slit pocket around the waist of the robe.
“I didn’t see anything just heard strange voices mumbling, sort of like someone is chuckling or panting.” Jenkins holds that thought,
night after you’s killed.” “What, all that time” “Yes indeedy” “And you ain’t had nothing
Without warning, Flanagan plunged the knife into Clawd’s stomach and threw him to the ground. Clawd gasped for air, struggling to his hands and knees and watching in panic as Flanagan ran up the stairs.
"Look, I don't know how we got here. I don't know what they are going to do with us after this. What I do know is that you need to cooperate, or the rest of us die. Are you willing to let that happen?"