I can hardly wait for tomorrow when the game begins. This is going to be a walk over.
A young girl in her twenties entered the room. She seemed to be a native of Tahiti. John rose up and gazed at her.
“W…ho are you?”
“I think I should be asking you this question as this is my room.” She sat down on a chair by his bedside and he sat up, feeling embarrassed.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. That was so silly of me, but please rest assured that I am not an intruder. My name is…”
“John Werewoods.” She replied, chuckling.” “My name is Unah and this Mansion belongs to my father.”
“John’s eyes lit up. He sensed that this was a golden opportunity for him to win the competition.”
“That’s a very pretty and rare name, Unah. I like it alot. Unah, tell me, how can I win this game?”
“The rules are simple. You have to stay straight faced for one week. There are hidden cameras all around you in every room, watching and recording your every move. And when I say every room, I mean every room.”
John suddenly felt very uneasy. “Listen, upto now, I’m really confused. I don’t find anything hilarious at all.” “What kind of game is this?” “It’s just too easy.” Unah smiled.
“Don’t forget, John, you only set foot in here around thirty minutes ago. We’re letting you settle in and feel comfortable. These are the basics and the real game begins tomorrow morning at 9.00 a.m. and it’s LEVEL 1.”
“Oh, I see. So, will you be my partner in this challenge?” Unah kept quite and stared back at him. Suddenly there was a loud voice.
“Uhah, come back at once!” She stood up startled. “Yes, Father. I’m on my way.” Before John could react, Unah had left the room. John sat up rushed to the door, gazing into the hall way to catch a glimpse, but she had gone. He decided to fix himself a cheese and tomato sandwich in the canteen which was a few rooms ahead.
“I can hardly wait for tomorrow when the game begins. This is going to be a walk over.”
“Is that so?” Replied the same voice that he had heard previously. He turned around in all directions.
“Come out, whoever you are!” As if in reply, he heard advancing footsteps.
End of Chapter 3
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