The Game by Brady H (summer reads txt) 📖

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"Psst. Carrie! Where are you," police officer Brian Bragstad whispered in the dark, cobwebbed house. Fake lighting and thunder boomed in the house. Windows shattered. This was all some sick killers game. A lunatic thats hiding in this old beat down warehouse, playing a game of haunted house. But this was no joke. Brian kicked a chair across the room gun raised for anyone who posed a threat. Shit, he didnt even know how many killers to deal with. Only the one that left the note on his desk, warning Brian he had two hours. After thirty minutes no progress came. The note also said no back up. Just Brian who was selected out this psychos mind. Why is it always me! He thought.
"Hows it coming Brian? Find anything unusual?," The voice in his earpiece said. He could just see the other officer on the other end drinking a cold beer and watching him like this was a fucking movie.
"What do you think the answer to that is Ricky? This whole fucking place is unusual! Holy shit!," Brian just barely got out of the way from a boulder crashing down from a ceiling.
"Brian, you alright?"
"Never been better." Brian heard a real female screm straight ahead. Right after he saw a masculine figure run out in front of him. Brian followed in pursuit in a sprint. The spot where he had just stood exploded. A wave of heat hit Brians back. He ignored it and ran even faster as the explosions continued right after another not staying far behind Brian.
BANG! Brian flew across the room by force and slammed into a turned on oven. Brian screamed.
"Brian! Brian! Are you ok! Can you hear..."

"Stacy, i told you. Its Robby's turn on the TV. Now give it up. Look i dont have time for your whining, Stacy, Mommy has to go. Hang up the phone. Bye Bye." Carrie Berns angrily threw her cell phone in her purse, and resumed her attention to the men sitting in front of her. She blushed and apoligized.
"Really sorry about that. My kids. They can be a pain sometimes, you know?" The two men just nodded impatiently.
"All we need now is that you agree with what we discussed. The money by friday. You know you certainly have a gambling problem. Its going to get you killed one of these days." The man on the left with the short black hair winked. Both men slipped out of the booth after throwing a twenty on the table. The waitress picked it up and jetted off.
Carrie sat in silence at the table, tears rolling down her face. She looked out the window and saw the two men get into their cadillac and speed off. Carrie got up and left, wiping tears from her eyes.


Carrie ran into her house that night, throwing her purse on the counter and rushing upstairs passing the kids. They took their attention off the TV and wondered what was going on. Robby and Stacy followed her upstairs. Carrie threw a suitcase from her closet onto her bed and went digging in her dresser drawers fishing out clothes. Thats when she noticed the kids. She stopped what she was doing, her hair in her face, breathing hard.
"Whats going on mommy?" Stacy asked helping her mother grab clothes from the dresser having no idea what was going on. Robby, 13, just stood in the doorway leaning on the frame bored. Carrie couldnt find the words. Then finally she explained.
"Um, look kids. Mommy is in a little problem. What do you think of living with your grandma in seattle?." Not being surprised Stacy screamed with exitment throwing her mothers clothes all over the room. Carrie couldnt help but laugh. Robbys mouth hung low. He hated the idea. Carrie continued her task while talking at the same time.
"Ok, guys go into your rooms and get your clothes packed and things you want to take. The sooner we get out of here the better," she yelled, looked up and saw Robby about to protest, Carrie stoped, "Robby i dont have time for arguing! I will tell you all on the way. Now go!" Obediantly Robby listend and ran to his room.


With the packing finally being done, they rushed out the door and to the ford explorer. Carrie threw the kids in the car, worked her way around the car, fumbling for her keys. They slipped from her hand and dropped to the ground. Before she could kneel down and pick them up, a man beat her to it. All she saw were his feet.
Oh no, she yelled in her head.
"Well,well, well. Miss Berns, you wouldnt happen to be leaving town would you? To... i dont know, get out of the money you owe me? Dont try to lie to me little girl." The man threw his toothpick out of his mouth and on the ground. His name was Jessie Rapmenn. Tall and built. He slid a gun from his holster. Carrie screamed.
Jessie attacked Carrie, putting her in a headlock covering her mouth pointing the muzzle to the side of her head.
"You better shut your face, bitch!" He yelled and forced her around to the passenger side and threw her in just after he hit her in the head with his gun. Carrie fell unconsious.
"Kids, were going for a little ride! Sit back, relax. Keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times! Your seatbelts secured? Good" both Robby and Stacy were shocked. They didnt know what was going on especially not four year old Stacy. But she knew it wasnt good.
"What are you doing!" Robby yelled. "Where are you taking us!" Jessie did not answer Robby. Stacy started to cry next to her older brother. Carrie still lay unconsious.


After driving several minutes, Jessie fished out his cell phone and dialed a number. After thirty seconds of silence, a man answered on the end. The voice was very low.
"Do you haver her?"
"Yes sir, i do" he answerd back clearing his throat.
"Good now you know what to do with her. Oh and about that cop we were discussing. How about you stop by for a visit and leave that note for him"
"Will do sir. Over and out"
"Dont screw this up!" Jessie ended the call, looked over at Carrie. She was starting to come back. He needed to get rid of these kids.

Officer Brian Bragstad lived alone. Thirty four years old and he hadnt had a relationship in eight years. That was a disaster. He ended up arresting her for possesion. They dated for six months. What a cop he was than! Now his only relationship since was his Brittany Spaniel Roxy. not long after the arresting of his past girlfriend he picked her up from the humane society. She still loves to hunt at eight years old. And energetic. Every tuesdays when Brian was off duty he would go to his favorite bar Greggs place. He meets his friends from high school. Jimmy, Ryan, Sean, and Ahmed. For years they made fun of him for being the only black guy there. And that he doesnt have any african american friends.
Brian stepped inside the PD, wiping his feet on the matt from the rain. He swiftly fast walked to his desk to get his paperwork done from his previous case. He hated paperwork more than anything. Being a police officer was not a desk job! He thought. He noticed a note on his stack of papers. On the not it said Brian Bragstad. The paper was folded. Surprised he had a note he slowly unflolded it. It read: Hello Brian. You can call me jessie. I just want to let you know that if you ever want to see Carrie Berns ever again (That is assuming you may run into her on the street perhaps or grocery store)