Imprisonment 11 - The Haunted House

[Judge Sam]

IMPRISONMENT 11

I need to find something interesting to say in these Imprisonment openings. Two Spies caught blah blah time running out yawn snort let’s get onto the show!






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[Judge Sam]

“Do you really think this is a good idea all considered?” Stephanie asked Jasmine as they stood in front of a once-abandoned building. “I know it’s Halloween and all, but I’m pretty sure we’ve all had enough nightmares to fill our quota for the next decade.”

Stephanie and Jasmine stood in front of Dane’s elaborate Haunted House. Dane had spent the last week constructing the menacing manor inside an abandoned two-story building. He had brought in tables, chairs, curtains, mannequins, and various other objects to set up the perfect Haunted House.


“Oh it’s just a little harmless fun.” Dane said reassuringly. “Besides I’ve been working dawn to dusk to set up this thing for the last week – you guys just have to try it out!” Dane nudged Stephanie and Jasmine through the front door as he began to encourage the other people standing around to enter as well.


“Uh, can’t you think of better ways to use your time?” remarked Jasmine as she reluctantly walked through the imposing double doors and into the Haunted House.




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[Judge Sam]

“Stick your hand in this mysterious covered box,” boomed a voice from the shadows. “You are about to feel the living, breathing, oozing intestines of a human being!”


Some guests took a step back, but Rondak stepped forward and stuck his hand in the dark box, feeling the “intestines” inside. Pulling his hand out, Rondak grabbed the substance and ate it.


“Mmm… spaghetti.”

The others laughed, relieving the tension. Each stepped forward one by one to put their hands in boxes to feel various parts of the human body. Cauliflower brains, peeled grape eyeballs, and canned peach liver were inside the boxes.


“Well that wasn’t so bad. That was actually kind of fun.” Mary said.






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[Judge Sam]

The guests went through several other activities in the Haunted House. They heard ghost stories, were spooked by scarecrows jumping out of dresser drawers, and surprised by foreboding light tricks. Finally, after several events, the night was coming to an end.


Eager to head to another room and participate in more activities, Kiara and Chance walked down the hall and away from the group. Turning the corner Kiara walked down another hallway and found a door opened just a crack. By this point the group had finally caught up with her. Chance peeked inside the door. The host and creator of the Haunted House, Dane, turned the corner and jogged down the hall catching up with them.


“I was wondering where all my guests went!” Dane said. “Thought I had lost you for a moment. Unfortunately that’s all the events I have planned for tonight. I hope you enjoyed the haunted house, I had an amazing time hosting it..."


“What about this room?” Kiara interrupted, opening the door a little. She peeked inside.


“That’s just the storage room.” Dane said.

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[Judge Sam]

“Look, it’s all set up!” Owen said as he walked inside. The room had been transformed into a mirror maze. A convoluted path of mirrors lined the walls, creating a cramped hidden path forward. It was extremely difficult to navigate through the mirror maze as your reflection peered back at you from every direction. It was nearly impossible to tell what was glass and what was open space.


“Uh, guys, I didn’t create this room. I didn’t even know it was here.”


“Yeah right!” Rondak said, beginning to walk through the maze. “What a fantastic finale to this Haunted House!”


“No seriously guys, I wouldn’t go in there if I was you…”




All the visitors to the Haunted House had entered the mirror maze. Bumping into the glass with their noses and toes, they walked forward trying to navigate the maze and reach the end.


One villager wasn’t about to reach the end of the maze, but they were about to reach an end of a different kind. They walked forward and into a circular open space. Twenty mirrors lined the walls like a circle. Twenty reflections stared back at them, a carbon copy of themselves.



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[Judge Sam]

One by one the person looked at each of the twenty reflections, rotating around slowly to see them all…



This person froze when







they noticed that













one of the reflective mirror images they were staring at



























wasn’t of themselves.
































A hooded figure jumped out from the empty space and wrapped a black cloth around your head!

Owen has been Imprisoned by the Spies.

You will never see him again.

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Owen : please post Final Words in your confessional immediately.


Judge Sam: “Oh Owen. You led the charge and made a major impact in this game. You made everyone laugh in the beginning of the game, took charge as the Dictator in the middle, and brought things home at the end. You contributed so much and put so much heart into the game it’s tough to describe. I loved having you play every second of it and it was quite a long time you survived! Your confessionals were unbelievable – everybody MUST check them out at the end of the game for an excellent, and humorous, take on the game from Owen. Simply amazing.

Thanks so much for bringing so much to the game I really hope you enjoyed the experience. Enjoy your solace as the rest of the game plays out. =)”


Judge Sam: “Owen has been taken away from us by the Spies, and 8 players and 7 voters remain. With the number of players lower than ever, each and every vote means so much more. Cast your vote carefully. Two Spies still remain amongst us.

Exile 11 will be at Monday at 9:00 PM CDT. NINE PM. NOT TEN. Don’t forget! I’ll see you there.”

One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we've been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. The bamboozle has captured us. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.
-Carl Sagan

Time makes more converts than reason.
-Thomas Paine

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