Plot Twist: The Game

The stadium was in chaotic commotion as the curious crowd swarmed in the outside, barely kept there by the uniformed security. Ambulances, police cars, and reporter vans, all the vehicles were in harmonious disarray. The noise of questions and answer saturated the local streets as reporters attempted to hack information of out anyone remotely knowledgeable.

Mark stayed on the sidelines, slightly trembling at the circumstances of his own murder. This out of body experience was slightly creepy for him. Wait, how was he dead? Was his death an accident or a murder? If it was a murder, then who on Earth wanted his life bleeding on the sands? All these questions filled his brain to the brim.

Suddenly, an unseen figure gleamed into life in front of his eyes - a girl in white, completely white. Her dress, her hair, her sclera, her iris, her pupils, everything about her was white, and she was stumbling towards him, silently, dangerously. If he were not a disembodied spirit, Mark would wet his pants.

“Revenge,” the girl croaked between her ghostly lips and thick red liquid began to stain her appearance. Blots of red sunk into her clothes, bruises faded into her skin, and blood started to drip from every orifice of her body. This lady was freaking terrifying!

“Revenge.” Her purple lips smiled. “Soon, I shall get revenge.”

Before Mark could react, she leapt onto him, screaming and shrieking.