I've heard it said the oldest and strangest human emotion is fear.

And the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

Speaking from my time playing the Midnight Game I can safely say this is true.

None of us knew what had happened to Carlton order we want to know, just looking at his

own face with enough to send a chill down my spine.

And the voices were still speaking in unison.

One down for left, one down for left, one down for left.

They were chanting it over and over.

I put my hand over my ears trying to blood out and then my candle went out.

I immediately tried to relight it and I felt a hand touch my arm.

I glanced up instantly to find myself looking into Josie's face.

This covered in panic as she pointed at the door.

I only just struck the match from something moaned.

It wasn't one of the voices.

It was human.

The deep gutter old feral groan of a man.

The voices cease chanting.

Interesting.

Said the fifth voice.

It would appear someone else is here, not a player of the Midnight Game.

There a few seconds of silence.

A clink of glass from the door.

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