The Gambling Game

The house creaked eerily in the wind that blew outside. Quartz could hear the pounding of the rain, and she felt as if the house was swaying. The knock-out gas made her dizzy and nauseous. Trotting steadily down the hallways, Quartz's ear twitched to a sound that was coming from downstairs. After the last experience, she decided not to investigate.

She was walking down the hallways for a while until she realized that they were looping. To test it, she untied her scarf and dropped it on to the ground, then began walking again. After a few seconds of walking, she came across her scarf again, in the exact same position as it was when she dropped it.

Picking it up and neatly wrapping it around her neck, she got bored of the same patterns on her wall. Whether it was the tiring, bright pink or the hypnotizing blue swirl patterns, she became too tired to stare at them any longer. Looking beside her were the stairs leading downstairs. Maybe she should've checked that noise out.

Though having plenty more rooms to check upstairs, she ignored them and focused on either finding something new or that monster who wears the skin of her beloved sister. As her hooves put pressure on the stairs, her ear twitched as she heard an obnoxious creak. Though annoying, she decided not to phone her sister and rant about it like she always does.

Quartz reached to her living room once more, shining her torch on the door she used to create this hell. Sighing at her poor choices, she turned her head from side to side, the light following her actions. She then carefully navigated herself towards the sound. She was pretty sure it came from the kitchen.

Great. The noise came from the place with all the knives in it. After a long sigh, Quartz stepped forwards, into the kitchen. She carefully looked around and made sure that there was nothing going to fling at her like they do in the movies. She looked down at the floor, making sure she didn't step on anything as she searched the kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Sighing in relief, Quartz turned and quickly walked out of the room. She flicked her tail, looking back, then looked in the opposite direction. Before she began walking, a loud crash came from behind her. Looking back, she noticed that everything from the shelves have dropped from the ceiling, shattering every plate and utensil there is.

Holding her breath, Quartz quietly walked towards the wreckage. She looked up at the ceiling, scanning it with her torch ever-so carefully. When she noticed there was nothing there, she exhaled, turning back and continuing walking away from the kitchen. Before she could even walk two steps, she bumped into something.

Quartz used her torch to investigate. It looked like the wall, but it wasn't supposed to be there. She tried to go around it, but she couldn't. She was trapped inside a box and the only room she could go in was the kitchen and the freezer. Oh Celestia, not the freezer. Instead of even thinking about going in that creepy room, Quartz started pounding against the walls.

After no avail, she turned all the way around towards the kitchen. The freezer is a dark, messy, cold room that Quartz hated to go into, even as a filly. All the time she had to get her sister to go in there, as baking things and food were in there. Many times had Silver said that it wasn't creepy in there, but Quartz had always felt an eerie chill down her spine every time she even thinks about it.

Gulping, Quartz walked slowly into the kitchen, taking her time. Keeping a knife close to her chest, she turned the handle and entered the freezer. Immediately, Quartz was hit with a cold breeze. Silver said it felt nice, but Quartz didn't. She thought it felt creepy, as if a cold hand was reaching out to grab her. As if she was in a cold, creepy forest.

Her mane started to curl, trying to get away from the same horrifying breeze. Quartz quickly scanned the room, trying not to get too comfy in there. A couple of boxes... That was all. All of the boxes created a long, dark shadow when Quartz pointed her torch at them, which made her even more uncomfortable. After scanning the room, she leaped towards the door.

She carefully turned the handle. It wouldn't move. She panicked, starting to push, pull and tug on the door and its handle. Nothing. It wouldn't budge. She crouched down and quickly searched the room again. There, in blood, was writing on the blue, shivering walls.

"LETS PLAY A GAME".

"NO THANK YOU." Quartz yelled out, starting to use her hind legs to bust down the door. Nothing.

She gave up, and looked around the room some more. A game? What game? How was she supposed to play? After a while, she started to feel something strange. She was having a shortage of breath. She didn't panic. Instead, she carefully preserved her oxygen supply. She was scared, yes, but when she was young she was taught to do this.

When she was only a little filly, her father was a royal guard for Canterlot. He taught them what he knew, in which one of them was learning how to preserve your oxygen supply. This was vital in case they had to go into cold places protecting the Princess. Her father died... And Quartz was never the same.

Quartz looked around more carefully now, in search for something out of the ordinary. Searching the walls first, she noticed that one of the walls were weak and had something on the other side. Turning around, she attempted bucking it down, but that didn't go the way she planned. She accidentally used a bit too much breath trying.

In a panic, she used her knife on it, tearing down the wallpaper. It was a door! She was suffocating now, so opening the damn door was her first priority. Opening the door and slamming it shut, she inhaled a deep breath, feeling the nice, warm air settle on her coat. Her mane found it pleasing, too, as it began to un-curl itself.

Closing her weak eyes, she sat down and began breathing the soothing air around her in relief. However, something seemed off. For some odd reason, she couldn't shake the eerie feeling of that freezer off of her chest. Maybe it was because she was sitting right outside of it, she wasn't sure. But when she opened the door to check again, it was only a wall.