Once In a Lifetime

Four minutes in and I knew I had made a colossal mistake. See, I didn’t ask to be trapped inside an escape room in a billionaire’s secluded Vermont mansion, yet one too many espresso martinis and a drunken bet with a suspicious, straight-out-of-Clue looking man later, here I am. He didn’t mention the apparent lack of oxygen in here, or even the blood that’s dripping down the walls that seem to be closing in, its deep shade of crimson illuminated by the candle in my grasp — but that doesn’t seem to be all he forgot to mention about this “once in a lifetime opportunity.” As I step over a dilapidated skeleton who seems to be screaming at me for help, I force some air in my lungs and realize, alongside a new, bone chilling growling noise behind me, that he forgot to mention a bit more than I had thought.