Mickey was relaxing on a hammock in her backyard drinking a glass of ice cold water under this hot Arizona weather. Then her cell started to beep. The text read; outside sent by Hairstylist. It was time to get her hair done already. Mickey got up and stretched her arms in the air her shirt riding up baring her flat tanned stomach. She felt good. The weather was nice, and she could get her tanning on. That's one of the the the the the reason why she loved Arizona's weather it stayed hot as she liked it. As she went inside to let her hairstylist in her phone began to ring. One missed call from Gill. Gill left a voicemail. "So how do you want your hair asked Halsey, a tall brunette with big boobs, and a colorful flower covering her left shoulder to her left hand. My dope hairstylist who also did tattoos as well she was very talented.

I mean she could do both very well considering, she started on my hair first as a beginner than later became a top hairstylist. She did celebrities hair now and I was surprised she still wanted to do mine. Everybody wanted to know who did my hair. We bonded and even developed a good friendship. Gill had a crush on her, but he wasn't much of her type. He was younger and wilder, not the type she dated. Her type was more like Jillian, smart, gentle, and a leader. Gill was more of a flirtatious, good sense of humor, take no crap type of guy. "What's on your mind Key asked Halsey?"

"Nothing much I just want to finish my exams and get a good paying job." "That's the dream said, Halsey." "Go to school, get a degree, and get a job in the field you chose." "What type of hairstyle do you want?" "I want a straight blonde bob." "Yes, doll blonde would look good on you." Halsey spins the chair around for Mickey to look in the mirror at herself. She begins running her fingers through Mickey's unruly brown hair. "Your hair is so pretty." "Having you as a hairstylist is a reason why." "You're going After Halsey left Mickey went outside to get her phone and notice she had one missed called from Gill and a voicemail. Mickey clicks the voicemail message.

"Hey Mickey, when you get this message, I want you to know I love you, Casey, Halsey, and Jillian. I brought this game called Don't you Dare from this new game store in Glendale and scenes from the game came to life. I know it sounds crazy right, but I am so serious and so now I'm about to be stuck into a game. Literally, I played it once and I started noticing weird things started occurring. I know you will believe me so save me... PLEASE!!! The audio went off. "Oh my god said Mickey as she covers her mouth. Mickey then nervously dials Casey's number. Casey picked up on the second ring."Hey, have you heard from Gill Mickey asked her voice shaking. “No, why wassup?" He left a disturbing voicemail on my phone."

"When asked Casey her voice sounding on edge now." "Like an hour ago said, Mickey." " I was getting my hair done you know, and I missed the call." "What did he say??" "You won't believe me when I tell you." “I’ll just send you the voicemail said, Mickey. Mickey sent the voicemail to Casey's phone. "Oh my god! "Where is he now asked, Casey. "Do you even know?"

"I called him back and got no response." "I figured I'll head to his place of residence." "You want to come with me?" "Yes, I'll be outside waiting." "Like this is so serious and I feel so bad." "Why do you feel bad asked Mickey. "Because this could be a prank." "You think he will pull a prank on us?" "I don't even know at this point said, Casey." He sounded scared and Gill is never scared of anything." "But a game coming to life?" "I don't know how I feel about that, like a game?" "Gill is a good actor though." "Should we like to call the cops?" "We need evidence that he is missing or hurt first?" "He' stuck in a game so we can't say he's hurt or missing. “Well is missing if he's in the game trapped?" “Let’s hope he's okay."

Thirty minutes later, Mickey and Casey arrived at Gill's place of residence. The outside looks the same said, Casey. Mickey grabbed a red pot plant and took the key Gill kept hidden stuck to the bottom. "How did you know... Never mind said Casey shaking her head. "You always know where everybody's hidden places are. Mickey grins. Opening the front door Mickey walked in first with Casey after. “I’m scared said, Casey." Mickey walked into the front room. The 60-inch HD Television was still hung up on the wall, his Ps4, and Xbox one was still sitting on the coffee table. The cocoa butter leather sofa was still in perfect condition. It was no sign of a struggle.

Everything was still in order. The television was still on however and his ps4 was still connected and a game was playing. "Hey, let's check his bedroom." His bedroom was a wreck. His pictures that were supposed to be on his wall were thrown on the floor. His wolf-skin rug was torn and his bedding was hanging to the floor. "This is not like Gill to have his bedroom looking a mess." His house phone began to ring loud. Ring, ring...The loud sound made Casey jump back.

"That scared the crap out of me said, Casey. His house phone is ringing said, Mickey." "Get the phone said Casey. Mickey picked up the phone. The phone was picked up the other end. Mickey heart rate accelerated she nervous as heck. Who could be calling? The voice that spoke was scarier than any elm street monster. "Are you afraid?" "Who is this?" "Not the question I asked?" "I-- am very afraid she murmured into the phone. Like she was afraid of a voice, please. "Good the man said his voice got cheerfully suddenly. "Look under the bed." "Why? “Don’t make me repeat myself now dear girl." Mickey glanced at Casey for reassuring. Casey shrugged her shoulders. "Look under the bed Mickey said Casey as she elbowed Mickey. Mickey bends down and slides the covers up slowly. "What the?"

It was a faceless man underneath Gill’s bed. Casey covered her mouth in shock. “What the heck she murmured. The harsh laugh that erupted in Mickey’s ear was frightening it sounded like Freddy was at the end of the phone. The voice was so terrifying Mickey felt a cold shiver run through her body. “Grab the note girl said that terrifying voice again. With shaking hands Mickey snatches the red note off the body and bumps into the wall.

“Read the note aloud.” Mickey glances at the crumpled note in her hand and reads the bold black writing; One player is in the game while two others are out, figure out the riddle before time runs out. “Let the game begins was all she heard before the line went dead. Mickey looked at Casey with sad eyes.

‘What’s wrong Mickey asked Casey. “Let’s go sit down.” “We’re sitting on Gill’s cocoa leather sofa while it’s faceless guy underneath Gills bed. “I’m not sure what’s worse, the fact that Gill is stuck in a game or even if it’s true that he even is.” Casey shook her and shouted, I should have not come with you, Mickey. “We could go to jail Mickey Casey shouted again at her. “You’re so calm and I can’t take this.” Casey hops up from the cocoa leather sofa and begins pacing back and forward. “This could possibly ruin our lives and we could get locked up and never see the outside world again." Casey stops pacing and turns toward Mickey with a sneaky gleam in her eye. “The guy is under Gills bed so we could just put it on, Gill.” “Gill could have killed that guy and wants to frame us.”

Mickey stares at Casey her face full of anguish. “I know, dammit please just stop talking and let me think.” “It’s a great deal to process right now.” “I processed it long enough for the both of us.” “Please, Casey not right now.” “Fine, what are we going to do then?” “Try not to get caught by yelling for one thing.” “Are you trying to alert his neighbors of what happen?” “Mickey, Gill could have murdered that guy and left town.” “You know he has the funds to do so.” “So, what you’re suggesting is Gill murdered this guy under the bed and he knew we would come?” “Remember you touched the note and I didn’t.” Therefore, your hand-prints are on the note so you possibly will go to jail by yourself.” “You will go to jail as an accessory dumb girl.”

Casey waves her arms in the air dramatically. “Why do I have to be called dumb for?” “When you ran over here without thinking maybe you should have called the cops instead of calling me.” Mickey gets up in Casey's face. “Says the chick who waved her arms like a maniac in the air a minute ago barked Mickey. “I can go home and leave you here debating on if you won’t go to jail for that body bickered back, Casey. “I drove remember Casey.” “What are we going to tell his parents asked Casey. Unlocking her phone Mickey checked the calendar; it was the third of September his parents will be back November the 1. “They won’t be back into two months so that should give us enough time to hash out a plan if possible.”

“You think two months will solve this problem?” “Isn’t that what I said?” “Just take my word.” “Let’s go home for today. Boom...Boom...Boom... “Omg, what the heck was that noise? "Sounded like a gun whispered Casey holding Mickey’s arm. “Let’s go check it out?” “Mickey I am not going to investigate that sound.” “How many movies you have seen where people investigate a sound and was found dead?” “A whole bunch of scary movies which are not real life.” Looking at her watch it read, 11:45 pm.

“It’s almost 12’o clock. “I need to be home because my father acts a fool when I come in at one am complains Casey. “Gill is still missing and it’s no sign of him in that game.” Casey picks up the game case of Don’t you Dare and the reads the back. “It’s a multiplayer game. Mystery, rated-R, mild violence, and riddles. ‘Sounds like an enjoyable game.” “Why you think he’s inside the game?” “We have a hundred question exam so that pretty much tells it all.” “You’re a terrible friend to so remind me to never go missing and ask you for help.” "Helping solve a murder and finding clues on how Gill is in his game is two different things?"

Casey Johnson was a daughter of a retired football player who was now a strict drunk. Cash Johnson used to be the best quarterback in early 1999. Before he suffered a blow that ruined his career in early 2014. Since Casey mother left her at the early age of eight- years old Cash has been her only parent. Her father Cash might be a drunk but he wasn't an abusive one. He just wanted her home by 9 pm However, if she was with trusted friends and was studying she could stay out longer by 10. Although, she must call and let him know or she will be grounded to her room for a week. Being a retired football player came with luxury because her father had money saved so even if he doesn't work he can provide for his family for a long time coming. Cash Johnson was quite the looker he was a dark-skinned man, with wavy black hair cut short, gray eyes he inherited from his Indian grandmother on his father side. He was a big man, broad shoulders, and reaching six feet three. He may come off as a mean father but he wanted best for his only daughter even if he had to bully her into coming home on time.

Casey resembled her father quite a bit they both shared the same eye coloring, round lips, oval face shape, skin complexion, and sense of humor. She has her mother small height, build, nose, and sassy attitude. She was a combo of both of her parents while her little brother was the spitting image of their mother. He had her lighter skin coloring, her brown eyes, her delicate features, and her soft brown curly hair. Their mother was a beauty with delicate features and a pretty smile. Her poor little brother who was only a couple months old when she left. His name was Ramon. He was named after their mother Raquel, she was so beautiful. He was such a cute baby. He was so fat and round with chubby cheeks. Casey remembered, she used to blow on his stomach and he used to giggle so cute. Ramon could cheer up anyone just with a smile. He was even more adorable that he grew older. Ramon was in elementary and he was still her baby. Ramon was her best friend she could tell him anything, he was smart for his age. Sometimes it felt like he was much older than his seven years of age.

Casey waved at Mickey as she drove off in her red Mazda3 sedan leaving smoke behind. Casey takes a look at the brown Bungalow house she been calling home for many years. It was still in top shape her father still had the same flowers her mother used to plant. Meadow buttercup was her mother's favorite plant to grow. Her father took over planting the same flowers after she left. Casey expected those flowers reminded him of his wife, his one true love. Her father's silver BMW was parked inside the garage today since it wasn't parked in the yard. Casey takes a deep breath she was about to walk into a vicious doghouse tonight. Her father was the vicious dog he was probably, prowling around in the living room at this moment. Casey pulls her house key out of her purse and unlocks the front door. She slowly pushes the door open and listened for footsteps before walking inside. Casey locks the front door, then turns around and notice the lamp in the corner was still on. Her father was not in sight. She was in luck.

  Casey hurries upstairs to her sanctuary, her bedroom was her favorite place in the house beside the gaming room. Casey shuts her door and began taking her clothes off. She had a confusing day. Gill was supposed to be stuck in a game and a faceless guy was found underneath his bed. She didn't know if she should tell her father or not. Casey walks into her spacious bathroom and runs water while looking for her favorite bubble bath to pour inside her tub. She locates a pink bath bomb inside her drawer and throws it in the tub. She was scared of what was happening. Maybe it was all a dream and she would wake up and see Gill at school tomorrow. Casey slowly gets into the tub and relax in the hot water. Casey goes under the water and comes back up a second later. She felt better. As Casey was dressing for bed, her phone beeped. She looked over and picked up her phone. The text read; I see your light on sent by Jillian. She replied, go to sleep.

Mickey Darling was the daughter of three and the second oldest. Mickey

grew up in the same neighborhood as, Gil, Casey, and Julian. Gil parents had the

biggest house in the neighborhood, then, Casey, Julian, and last Mickey. Mickey was of mixed heritage.

Her thick curly black hair, wide mouth, brown eyes, and small nose made her appearance quite unique.

Her mother was a tall Caucasian woman with blue eyes. Her father was a tall African American man with long thick black hair that he wears pulled in a ponytail. Mickey parents were modest, they had money but didn’t flash it. She had two hard-working parents and growing up they made sure it always something to eat in the house. Having

parents who worked a lot and younger siblings who wanted to go to grandpa’s

when they worked over.

Mickey was home a lot with her twin brother but most times she would normally hang out with Casey, or Halsey. She would hang with Gill if he wasn’t busy playing basketball. Julian was a geek; this guy was brilliant therefore, he was always in his library at home. He was the student body president, so he had to

keep up the appearance. Mickey could never, too many responsibilities and she didn’t

have time for all that. She would rather relax in her bed and read manga or draw.

Casey on the other hand, she would be painting her nails, jamming to

music and talking on the phone. We were a weird bunch of friends who had

nothing in common, besides the tight bond we shared. We’re all smart too but Jillian just

by far the smarter, and it no sugarcoating.

We had each other’s back at any time, and that was real. Now that Gill

was so-called inside his game which proof was needed that he was beside the

voicemail he left. She could go back to Gill’s place and look for clues but

after that disturbing phone call. Mickey wasn’t so inclined to go to his place alone

, especially at night. The truth was she had to know who called him and threaten her.

Parking her red Mazda 3 sedan behind her mother’s Mercedes SUV. Mickey

took off her seat belt, locked her car and headed inside the five-bedroom white

Bungalow. Since she knew her mother set the alarm at 12’o clock. Mickey shot a

quick text to her brother so he could deactivate the alarm.

Mickey could hear footsteps and the front door open. Her brother was standing there, looking disheveled his hair was flying in all directions and his pajama top was buttoned wrong. “Come inside Mickey

before the flies comes in said Michael in a grumpy voice like he was tired. Walking

in past Mic the nickname Mickey gave Michael when they’re younger. “Where was their

little brother Cam he was supposed to deactivate the alarm system. Acting like a

mind reader, Michael said, Cam went to sleep so he told me to let you in."

It must be a twin thing for Mic to always know what she was thinking

before she said it aloud. “Thanks, Mic.” “Is … Before she could finish her question, Michael

was already saying no. “You don’t even know what my question is?” “Is mother

and father up?” My exact question. No point and arguing with Mic when she was tired, “I’ll going to bed now.” “Excuse me, Mic.” "Why are you heading to bed so fast?" Mickey glanced back at Mic. "I'm tired Mic, let's talk in the morning."

"Okay." After, taking her clothes off, Mickey threw her tired body on the bed. Her comfortable queen-size bed.

Hugging her pillow toward her chest Mickey groans. Why was Gill in this situation. How could he be stuck in a game of all things. It was bizarre and a little over the top to be honest. Maybe it was a dream and she will wake up and Gill will be at school in the morning.