Notes

Characters
Pluto (B) --- Very white, Bigger, black long thin hair. Dumb until it comes to video games.
Dante (B) --- Built, tan, brown hair, 5 o'clock shadow,
Eva (G) ---
Jason (B) ---
Scarlett (G) ---

Relations
Jason → Eva
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Jason + Eva
Dante → Scarlett
Pluto → Scarlett
Scarlett → no one (friends with Eva)






























1- Legend of Revix
I wake up only to realize i'm still isolated in this red tinted empty room. It's been 28 hours now, still stuck in this room. No food, no water,and no light aside from a faint red glow in the corners of the room. So far, nothing but terror, fear, and silence. I never knew silence could be so terrifying. I couldn't tell hallucination from the truth anymore. Everything seemed surreal.
I notice something come into sight from the crease in between the walls and ceiling. A thick, dark red liquid dripping steadily. This can't be real. Either my mind's playing tricks on me, or someone's behind this. I think to myself.
“Who are you?!” I shout as loud as I possible can, hoping it -- or they -- can hear me… There's no response. This empty room appears to be a jail cell, it has a thick blue line striped across all walls. The cold walls appear to be concrete. Nothing but me, and a small piece of paper that read “Corpus Comes” were actually enclosed inside of this mystery room. Luckily I took latin in high school, I sucked at it, but I knew this phrase translated to something along the lines of “Death count” or “Corpse count”. Under the latin words there’s a box drawn. An empty box. Maybe my name would be first in the box.
I can see the headlines already “Revix, first confirmed death by mystery killer”. Then i realize something… I have no idea how I got here. What if I did this? I think to myself. What if somehow I trapped myself in here -- not going to lie, I would be pretty impressed with myself right about now -- but how the hell do I get out?
As the thought vanishes the floor starts moving as if it were a treadmill, it’s extremely slow, but fast enough for me to notice it. It drags me closer to the wall. Nothing makes sense anymore. My mind couldn't be moving the floor, and there's no way that I, a 19 year old dropout, programmed the floors to move. This is someone else's doings. What can I do anymore? Death seems inevitable at this point. Yeah, death. I'm going to die! I've been here for more than a day and i'm just now realizing this fact. A headache kicks in and i get the feeling that something is wrong. Something is extremely wrong. As if something is telling me to get closer to the blood drops on the walls.
They want me to feel the blood. That's the way out! I think to myself as a slowly creep to the wall. My hand touches the liquid, I let my hand sit for a second and really soak in the liquid. I turn my hand to investigate the substance. Noting appeared on my palm. I turn around, now in a daze of confusion. Suddenly the drips on the walls turned to smears, smears to words. “The mist did this” it read. There were smaller words and symbols around it. “What does this all mean?” I utter to myself. “Who is the mist?” my voice now growing louder. I feel a pain in my chest and fall to my knees in agony. My vision starts to darken around the edges and close “Goodbye.” I say with a devilish grin. But as i fell to the ground i gained my vision back. Something told me to get up, something told me that there is a way out, and that i can find it.
“Is it me?!” Am I the mist?!” I shout again. I didn't expect a responce anymore, I just expected a voice. My voice. Anything for reassurance that I still exist. “Yes, I AM the mist!” I drop to the ground and can't move anymore. Neither can the floors.
I glance around the room and see that the walls are clean, the words are gone, the floors… everything is normal. A door appears on the other side of the room… I pause and inspect it from where i sit. There's no way that door was here this whole time. I stand up quick and walk to it in confusion. “Where the fuck did I go?” i say in relief. As I lift my hand to push the door a thick drop of the mystery red liquid splashes onto my shoulder.
I glance up and the ceiling draws closer. I bolt for the door, it’s a solid steel door. One you would find in a jail cell. I push it as hard as i can. It doesn't budge. I look around for a handle thinking it's one of those fancy “Pull doors” Only to realize there's no handle on the door. I push over and over again, pounding on it in hopes someone is on the other side. The ceiling is now near a foot above my head. I start to duck, and look for other options but nothing seems real at all. For all i know this could be some crazy 28 hour dream with dreams inside of it. I run to the other side of the room and grab the piece of paper. I quickly fold it twice and push it under the door. Maybe this is how i win! I wait a few seconds and try to listen over the sound of steel hydraulics in the ceiling for a voice… Nothing. Not even a footstep.
“I'm dead.” I tell myself. I've tried everything possible to escape this thing we call reality. There's no way out. I tell myself.
“This is meant to be.” A sudden feel of relief hits me and I calm down. I lay with my back against the wall. The ceiling now inches away from me.
I push against the ceiling, almost happily, in attempt to stall the hydraulics. No luck. “Goodbye” I say with a smile. This time actually hoping it crushes me. The ceiling presses against my nose and I feel it bend my toes upwards through my shoes. I twist my feet to make them flatter to the ground. My head is stuck in position. I could hear bones in my nose cracking and snapping, then blood. Everywhere. I couldn't breath because the blood had fallen back into my throat. I cough up blood but the ceiling covers my mouth now. My Hips and chest simultaneously crack as it continues to push closer. Immense pain hit me and I could no longer fake a smile. I didn't feel relieved anymore, I felt dead. Now drowning on my own blood, and being crushed simultaneously. The corners of my vision darkened, the darkness seeped further into the center of my eyes until I lost all feeling.
Body count: 1


DISCLAIMER: This is completely fictional, and rated mature. This book is a choose your own adventure. Here's how it works: (if you haven't read one before) You will start off reading the book as normal, then at the end of certain pages there will be multiple options, for example “Fight the cult Pg 34” or “Run like hell Pg 12” The goal of this adventure is to keep everyone alive. YOU DO NOT READ THIS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER. You follow the page numbers in bold according to what path you would like to take. If there are no numbers, then continue to the next page (2). If you need further assistance, leave a comment. Enjoy!




2 (2)- Jason

I get a text from Dante, he’s in! We’ve been planning this trip for months and now it's finally happening! Eva, Dante, Scarlett, Pluto, and me are attending an open house to a supposedly haunted mansion. It's been closed ever since a weird incident involving this dude… I guess his name was Revix? Revax? -- Anyways. It’s been vacant since the early 1800’s and finally, this summer, it's re opening!
Me and Eva have been down for going to this mansion since we first heard of it. Dante and Pluto on the other hand… Well they probably wouldn't be going if it weren't for Scarlett, a friend of Eva’s. Oh, and before you jump to any conclusions, no, me and Eva are not together!... Not yet at least. We’ve been hanging out since 10th grade when i first got my car. It’s been just over a year now. We’ve talked about what it would be like if we ever ended up together and in all honesty i just haven't had the balls to ask her out on a date yet. I think this trip to the mansion would be a perfect place to ask. She’s always been obsessed with supposedly haunted things, and debunking anything. From religion, ufos, ghosts, 9/11, you name it, she’s debunked it atleast once.
Just then i feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, then again. Scarlett's video calling me. I pick up and it's a group chat. Everyone is there except for pluto. His wifi is usually trash so that's probably the reason he isn't in the call.
“Heyo!” i say introducing myself to the call.
“Hey” Scarlett replies with a laugh, her camera is off but not her mic “So i was thinking…”
“Don't tell me you're backing out now?” If she backs out then so will Pluto and Dante.
“No haha. Even better, we should go to the mansion after dark. The open house is going to be filled with a bunch of old people, and we probably won't be able to see much if we just follow the crowd. We would have the place to ourselves for the whole night if we sneak in around 8:30. The open house ends at 7.”
“I think it would be like a thousand times cooler if we break in, Jason.” Dante chimes in through a walmart mic seconding with her.
“I don't know…” Eva replies.


The choice is yours,
Go to open house - Page 12
Break in after dark - Page 7






















Page 7 (3) - Jason

“I'd rather not start my summer off with jail time, we should just go to the open house.” i answer.
Scarlett's tone suddenly changed and she seemed pissed, but didn't want to show it. “Alright. Whatever. If Eva wanted to break in, i bet you would too huh?”
“Maybe. The world may never know” I say trying to ease the tension.
“Alright, well it's almost 3, the doors opens at 4. Ill pick all yall up. Cya.” Scarlett announces as she leaves the chat.
“Cya” Dante and Eva say simultaneously as they leave.
“Bye…” I say to myself and the dead chatroom.
Scarlett lives about 15 minutes away, so i have some time to get ready. I throw on a black undershirt, and a dark grey adidas shirt on top of it. Brush my teeth for the fourth time today, and give myself a pep talk in the mirror.
Then she finally arrived. I haven't seen Scarlett in person since Eva’s birthday last year. I completely forgot how Scarlett looked. Really dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes to match. Oh, did i mention she's basically rich? Not like personal jet rich, but she's 17 and has her own chevy camaro. I stare in awe at the mint condition 4 door silver 2016 camaro. No special fire design, or stick figure family garbage. Just a plain black hood, and silver paint job.
“You coming?” Dante says from the backseat breaking my train of thought.
“You know it.” i say as i start to jog to the car. Eva was already up front so i sat in back with Dante. He decided to slick his black hair up for some reason… It didn't fit him at all. We peeled out and headed to Pluto's house. Oh great i thought to myself. He’s sitting back here too. It's bad enough with 3 normal sized teens in the back, but he’s on the heavier side of normal.
We arrive and he take window seat and has me slide to the middle. Perfect i think to myself. Now not only am i windowless, i also have the privilege of accidentally rubbing arms with Dante and Pluto. Pluto is definitely going to be the life of our group. Singing with the radio, dancing in the car, and giggling at himself… He gets this way when he tries to flirt. Scarlett was right in front of his seat so i should have seen this coming. After 10 minutes of Pluto giggling and singing, we finally arrive. Just in time for the open house, We follow the group of maybe 20 other people with one guide