By Dawn

If you woke in an unfamiliar house on broken furniture in a cloud of dust and cobwebs what would you do?Scream? Run?For a pulse-pounding minute you question if you are alone. Question who brought you here.And in that micro-flash of time every plausible fear ripples through you like a tornado.Until you find a stranger passed out on the floor.Then another.Seven strangers.All from different walks of life.Brought together for one purpose.A reason they have yet to discover. A reason none will remember.All in the name of a twisted little game.After several failed attempts to break free the strangers fear remaining captive.With adjustments fear shifts to anger.Anger morphs to tolerance.Tolerance leads to complacency.Little do they know... they are not alone in the house.Never have been. Never will be.Seven strangers.One house.No escape.When the end comes who will survive?