Happy Ending
He continued until he was at the last row of sharp instruments. His feet and hands had gone numb from blood loss. He was exhausted and woozy. "Come on, reach up," he told himself. He, according to his counting, had fifteen seconds left to escape. He quickly pulled himself up and threw the door just as it slammed shut. A shrill of excitement full of pain escaped from his lungs. He had made it.
A sadistic, maniacal laughter came from behind him in the dark room. "Congratulations Reilly," it was the same voice on the tape recorder. "Some people are so ungrateful to live, but not you, not anymore." The lights came on in a dim blast and brightened. In front of him was a puppet on a tricycle. It laughed again and shut off as a police officer pulled the plug on the extension cord.
Sad Ending
He continued until he was at the last row of sharp instruments. His feet and hands had gone numb from blood loss. He was exhausted and woozy. "Come on, reach up," he told himself. He did and his feet slipped out from under him. He tumbled down the blades, getting cut as he went down until a large nail stabbed under his ribs. He heard the door slam shut. The lights went out. He closed his eyes.
Game Over
