The Scary Maze

This is based on a TRUE story, not one of those pussy-ass fake stories either. This is some mad horror. It all began with an episode of Schitt's Creek, I was watching the show in my bedroom when one of my friends' (let's call him Bob) found a scary game we should play. Bob likes horror and anything scary. I'm not very interested in horror, but it'll try not to shit myself just for this one occasion.

Bob took me to this sketchy-ass website that looked like it has at least fifty viruses on it.

I swear if Bob shows me some Freddy Krueger porn again, I'll kick him out my motherfucking house.

"Here, look," Bob said while intently looking into the screen, "click the link, this should take you to the site." I reluctantly clicked the link. Not like I'm scared to play the game because I'm a massive, Grade A pussy, but because I'm scared of getting a virus on my grandma's computer. If she finds a virus on here, my ass be will as rare a steak.

The link lead to a game with a maze and a red square.

''This game isn't scary at all, it's just some shitty, poorly drawn maze. ''

"The goal is to to get to the end of a level without hitting into the walls of the maze," he said excitedly, "you can do this!"

I finished the first few levels almost effortlessly, almost every level I finished, the more excited Bob would become. At one point, I could have swore that Bob had an ear-to-ear smile. Something is going on here, I thought, ''fuck. ''

I passed the rest of the levels until I got jumpscared by the most horrific face ever. I fell ass-first onto the floor while Bob laughs his ass off. I screamed at the top of my lungs and I died.

I later became skeleton and wrote this.

The end...