DON’T START AT THIS CHAPTER

How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) :

Start with the Prologue and one or more Level 1 chapters in any order. (Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers)

Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order. (Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War)

Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order. (Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball)

Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order. (What’s the Time, Mr. Wolf, Stations of the Cross, LockHer, Four Square)

Then read one or more Level 5 chapters in any order. (Musical Chairs, Wedgies & Wet Willies, Hopscotch, Holey Books)

Then read one or more Level 6 chapters in any order. (The Hall Minotaur, Detention Dilemma, Swirlies, Women’s Studies)

Then choose your ending.

Link to all my stories and more chapters to this story is in my profile.



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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.



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(Here is one of the 13 possible Endings. Link to more is in my profile.)



Ending 12 – Limbo

It was all a dream. Thank God, it was all just a fucking dream. I wake up in a hospital I’ve never seen before. My mind is groggy, but my bed feels comfortable and nothing hurts. Everything just seems… fine. Back to normal. Whatever happened is over, and I’m slowly waking up as my old self again.

I try to make sense of the world, to shake myself from the confusion of sleep. I can still hear the echoes of voices from my dreams. Distant, hushed whispers. Ghostly voices from all around, the exact words hard to make out.