Let's meet

                  I blink open my eyes and take a blurred glimpse of the sky blue room."where am I?" "Is this some kind of sick joke?" I prop myself up and rub my temples. I do not remember much, but my name, Rebecca, and that I was on my way home from working at the post office. I focus my attention on the television in front of my bed, as it flashes on and displays a man in a tuxedo without his face showing. "welcome to murder mansion, everyone has a role here. Your role is the detective. Find out who is a murderer before they kill you!" The television flashes off, "so there is someone in this house that is out to kill me." I say sarcastically. I ask as I step onto the burgundy pattern rug in the corridor and examine the paintings on the wall. I come across the balcony and peek over the edge and view the other guests, none of whom I recognize, in the living room casually lounging around and having a conversation.I take a deep breath and head down to make myself known as I approach them at the bottom of the stairs, and they make an introduction. I take note of everyone whom I encounter with. Michael, a male in his mid-thirties, single father; Mark, a comedian, male in his early thirties, one daughter; Sarah, a senior in high school, female 18, works as a butcher, and zayne, an antisocial teen, deceased parents, worked at a supermarket. We are all regular people with normal lives. what is the catch?

             The man on the tv interrupted the conversation and began to notify us, "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to my murder mansion. As you all may know, there is a murder amongst you all, who is it? That is for you to figure out. Be fast. your life is at stake." The screen goes black, And we gaze at our reflections. Let the manslaughter begin. I started to chat with Mark to see if he could remember anything before being brought to this place. Mark remembered he was on his way back home from the store when a little girl asked for his help. He followed her then bam he was here. "I must have been drugged, or drunk..." "Either way thus place looks nice!" I stare at him with shock, how could he joke around in this matter? while his life is on the line? We all spent the whole night socializing and laughing at each other's jokes and witty remarks. I felt as if Mark was the friend I never had since I did not have any friends in general. I also learned that he makes jokes to keep himself calm in bad situations. He made cupcakes for everyone and always kept a smile on everyone's face. Mark was a fun person to be around. He can put on a show when it comes to singing and dancing. Mark explained that he is a widow and his child was the only thing in his life that kept him going in life. 

Mark is too kind to hurt anyone. I wonder why he doesn't talk about the mother of his child, isn't she important to him? Mark was talking to me about wanting to start his own barber shop one day. He admire how everyone would gather around to talk about what's going in the world and their thoughts on how this crazy world we live in had so many secrets. I just think he is nosy.I wake up to a high pitched woman scream. Without thinking, I sprint out of the room and where the commotion occurred. Mark laid lifeless on the kitchen floor with blood oozing from his Occipital. I can hear my heart throwing inside of my chest.I couldn't do anything ,but gaze at the body of my former best friend and say my farewells. I crouch down and observe his body. "Since the blood seems fresh, it must have been done recently," I state with a sorrowful tone as I glanced at the others. I tried to keep calm to not worry the others as much ,but deep down I'm having a major breakdown.I want to trust them all ,but I can't I can only trust myself. Sarah claims she woke up and saw him on the ground while the others say they arrived just a few seconds after they heard her. I was confused and didn't know who to trust. Now, I know that the killer is not afraid to eliminate one's life. These people are going to be the death of me.