I was looking down at a chess board when I first heard it.
"Would you like to play a game?"
At the time, I didn't understand what that meant. I thought someone was talking to me, so I looked around. I didn't see anyone, so I returned my attention to the chess board.
It's strange to play by one's self, but my sister, who always played with me, was no longer here. My father was far too busy, and my other sister never spent any time with me since our mother's death.
I was alone.
"You're not alone."
That voice again. I had looked up to see who had spoken. No one was here.
"You're not alone. Come on, let's play a game."
Remembering back, I was scared at that point. Only people who had lost their minds would hear voices. I was going insane. The stress of working late hours and always being alone had finally taken its toll, such as my younger sister.
"Let's play a game."
I had no idea what was about to happen to me. Little did I know that such a request would turn into such a deadly game.
Not just my life hung in the balance. EVERYTHING.
"Let's play a game."
