Mad Circus House

It was one of those "reality" tv game shows. There were fixed characters who had fixed roles and scripts, but every episode, they would change the actors who played them.

Complete your task and win the game. Each actor was given a different task. We weren't real actors. More like participants of a game show. Only, for some reason, I don't know I would even sign up for something as crazy as this.

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In a house, lived a couple with a child. Sharing the house was the wife's ex husband and their two children. In addition, there were two other occupants, the housekeepers. They lived together as all of them were part of the circus and the adults in the scenario ran the circus as a business together.

The story would always start out the same way. The husband would overhear his wife and her ex husband talk, and misunderstand the conversation. He would get angry and his role was to kill them. Once completing that, to win the game, he had to kill everyone else in the house.

The task given to the wife and her ex was only to kill the jealous husband. Then, they would have won.

While this scene is in motion, the other participants/actors have to prepare themselves should the jealous husband succeed.

My sister and I played the roles of the 2 children from the wife's previous marriage. Our task was to kill the jealous father. The same task was given to the housekeepers.

The daughter of the jealous husband, had the task of killing her mother and her ex husband.

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There was a closet filled wit weapons. I was to late and the good ones were taken. I was left with useless items such as canes and umbrellas. So I devised a plan. I would hide weapons in each part of the house, as tools to help me. The house had many levels and rooms. I hid in the attic.

The jealous husband completed his first task. Now to kill everyone else.

I heard him climbing up the ladder to the attic and prepared myself. Has he emerged I push him with the umbrella and he fell off the ladder and broke his back. I assumed he would soon die.

I thought we had one. But there was a twist.

The jealous man's daughter now had to kill everyone else. She was too upset about her father's death, I was her first target. Fortunately, my sister saved me in time.

Brave Soldier.

The platoon consisted of 8 little girls. One of them was my baby sister.

My mother and I were furious the government didn't consent us before signing up my sister to battle. They had placed her and seven other 16 year old girls in the front line in the battle field.

For some reason, the other more experienced soldiers used little girls as shields.

Officials were being very vague and avoided answering questions directed to them by the parents. Typical.

They refused to give out any information except for the fact that the status of the soldiers will be posted online for everyone to see. Once the battle started, the website was in motion. There were 2 simple columns, One was the names of soldiers, and next to it, their status. Alive. MIA. Dead.

My mother and I were in a waiting room with a parent of one of the other girls. Once the gates open. Her daughter died straight away. Tragic. Her status quickly changed on the monitor of the flat screen in the waiting room.

The battle finally ended. Only one out of the 8 survived. My sister. We demanded that she was returned to us immediately. But as usual, they refused to disclose anything to us.

So I decided to barge into the quarters of the soldiers and take my sister with by force.

I have never been so angry before.