ike snapped. "

rong?" Boot

e, so you can't g

That chair's purple, so

ng me?" Mike lamented.

white mouse leaning against a red book, so Mike went for the gho

iresome look. "This game s

greed. "Let's pla

the hearts of the men surrounding the game. They looked from hi

ed. "That's the rule. That's always been the rule…we can't

stammered. "Wha-what

want any trouble

pte

, taking in the sight of white walls, the oaks growing up on either side of the home,

s the one, Shar

nd; the horror writer. He was nerdy, but he wa

choice, " Sharon replied. "We just moved here, and I still need t

the job just yet; something will turn up,

bby, their realtor. Having pulled up in her Prius, they hadn't heard her approach. Th

see you, " th

is place all righ

low, orange, and brown leaves. Gabby tugged at

aid. "Show us inside? This o

it's neat, " A

ior was spacious with soft carpeting. Stairs led up to the second floor. Durin

his house, it…it just brings up great memories. I had this friend, who loved board gam

Sharon looked a bit shake

"Oh, yeah…well…y

in touch with a

the hard, basement floor. They surrounded boxes of games, game pieces; he recalled the ec

alk to them anymore,

way or something, and then there was high school, when I

I think you'll really like it here. It's a g

ouse is even for sale

said. "It's been on the market

o hard to sell,

he was oblivious to their presence; something about the house had lulled him into a s

r their names, " he w

" Sharon tou

and took a breath, scrutinizing the room. "

ke it, too, "

ur liking, we can pull out t