Chapter 1
Rain poured down like bullets onto the black limousine that made its way up the mountain that seemed to never end. The road was seldom large enough to fit two cars so why there was a yellow stripe splitting the road in two was a mystery. Guardrails lined the outside of the road, preventing any riders from meeting a less than pleasant demise. However, the destination this road was leading them to may have that same result.
The limousine held six passengers. Three girls, three boys. All of whom were together against their wishes. Each of them had a letter in their possession, one that told them to meet at the same place where they would be driven to a place they feared most. Their father’s house.
The ride to their house was silent with the occasional strike of thunder in the distance. Words weren’t needed, everyone knew exactly what the other was thinking.
“This horrible storm seems like excellent foreshadowing.” A boy sitting in the back of the car recounted. He had short brown hair tousled as thought it was something he tried to tame but couldn’t. Small curled locks fell onto his forehead right above his thick, square-framed glasses. His big brown eyes stared out the window, watching the rain as it fell.
“At least it gives us some background noise. I find it rather peaceful.” replied a girl with long blonde hair that was braided to form a sort of crown around her head. She said up against the window closest to the door, her arms folded politely in her lap. The car continued to sit in silence as it continued its trek up the mountain.
“You know what frustrates me?” The silence was abruptly broken by a girl with fiery red hair that fell down a little past her shoulders. It looked perfect, as though she was a doll. Her eyes were a green that made someone feel as though they were being entranced by the sea itself. “The fact that we all made a promise to never do this, but here we are.”
“Please, for the love of god, do not start this now. We haven’t even made it to the house.” The boy with the glasses replied.
“I say we turn around now before it’s too late.” she retourted. Just then a loud strike of thunder rattled the car, causing everyone to jump, including the driver. The car began to swerve, hitting the guiderail beside it, the sound of metal on metal made the passengers recoil even further into themselves. Recollecting himself quickly, the driver pulled them back onto the center of road as if nothing happened, looking to the rearview mirror to make sure his passengers were still breathing before turning his eyes back to the road unphased. The car sat in silence for the rest of the drive, as though everyone was too afraid another comment could create another event that would end worse than a paint scratch.
