The headlights invade your eyes through your bedroom window. You live on a quiet street, no one usually drives by at this time. There’s a beep of a horn as a shiver snakes down your spine.

It started as a game of tag, an innocent children’s game but Verena has taken it too far.

You begun this game years ago, when you shared a house with a few of your friends throughout college -Verena included- and wanted to start something fun. A game of tag seemed like the best choice at the time but you can do nothing but regret your choices now.

Verena was an exchange student, she never said from where but since she had joined your group and game of tag your friends have been going missing with nothing but ‘you’re it’ scribbled down on a sheet of paper everytime they disappeared. It was a disaster.

You’ve suspected Verena may have been the cause of it for a while but showing up at your house in the middle of the night gun in hand as she steps out of her car is too far.

You make your way to the closet, hiding yourself in there as she breaks in, unable to run as her footsteps loom down the hall. They come inside your room, a shadow outside the closet as the doors begin to open.

‘Tag.’ She yells, a maniacal look in her eyes as she aims her gun.