35--MY-FOURTH-TWINE-STORY--'THE-WEEPING-HOUSE'--10-24-16--IN-PROGRESS--OPTIONAL-2ND-DRAFT

(set: $day to it + 1)You wake up.(if: $day is 1)[(live: 3s)[ It is day #(print: $day).] (live: 6s)[(The floor is hard.)] (live: 9s)[You look at your phone.] (live:10s)[It reads, "10/20/16," in white letters against a completely black screen.] (live:12s)[[[Stand up.|head slice]]] (live:15s)[[[Think about the hardness of the black floor.|fall through floor]]]](elseif: $day is 2)[(live: 3s)[ It is day #(print: $day).] (live: 6s)[The bed is soft... too soft] (live: 9s)[[[Jump out of the bed|jump out]].](live:10s)[ You look at your phone.](live:12s)[ It reads, "10/20/16," in white letters against a completely black screen.] (live:15s)[[[Think again about the softness of the bed|fall in bed]].] (live:18s)[[[Try not to think about anything|don't think]].]](elseif: $day is 3)[(live: 3s)[ It is day #(print: $day)] (live: 6s)[The roof is cold](live:7s)[--The roof folds underneath you, and you roll as you fall, so you land on your face. Your hands were too slow to prevent your whole front from feeling the impact of your landing on the hard, dusty floor. The pain lingers in your teeth and nose and the palms of your hands.] (live:12s)[Try to [[get up]]. [[Lie here for a while|eaten]].]]

This is the middle of the day. It's still always dark in this house. You can barely see anything beyond what's directly in front of you (and even that looks like a shadow). You do stuff and end up either a) dying and waking up the next day (which still always reads 10/20/16 on your broken phone) or b) surviving until [[Night|day end]]

It's night time. You do a little bit more exploring, and you either a) die and wake up the next day (which still always reads 10/20/16 on your broken phone) or b) survive, but end up waking up the next day (which still always reads 10/20/16 on your broken phone) with no memory of falling asleep. (if: $day is 3)[It is [[the end]].] (else:)[[[Click me|day begin]].]

(set: $day to 0) (goto: "start")

This is the end of the whole game. You either a) get out of the house or b) end up trapped here forever based on the choices you made in your three days (all 10/20/16 though) in the house.

You are standing in the dark on an asphalt road, (live:4s)[in the middle of nowhere,] (live:10s)[w](live:10.2s)[o](live:10.4s)[o](live:10.6s)[d](live:10.8s)[s](live:11s)[ ](live:11.2s)[o](live:11.4s)[n](live:11.6s)[ ](live:11.8s)[b](live:12s)[o](live:12.2s)[t](live:12.4s)[h](live:12.6s)[ ](live:12.8s)[s](live:13s)[i](live:13.2s)[d](live:13.4s)[e](live:13.6s)[s](live:13.8s)[,] (live:15s)[c](live:15.05s)[o](live:15.1s)[l](live:15.15s)[d](live:15.2s)[ ](live:15.25s)[b](live:15.3s)[r](live:15.35s)[e](live:15.4s)[e](live:15.45s)[z](live:15.5s)[e](live:15.55s)[,] (live:21s)[standing in front of a house--](live: 25s)[cold,] (live: 28s)[dark,] (live: 31s)[wood.] (live: 39s)[You try to [[enter|black 1]] the ominous house. You try to get as far [[away|run]] from the house as you can.]

You run as fast as you can down the street. You feel like something is chasing you for a brief moment. Then you stop, and realize there is no one behind you. You have nothing to be afraid of!, you think. You look around, remembering this fact. Nothing can hurt you. You finally start to realize how beautiful the night is... the bright white full moon with whispy clouds around it, occasionally passing over it... the chilly wind ruffling the pines along the sides of the road... and on your left (from what you assume is the south) a breeze that hints at warmth... actually making you wonder if you should take off your sweater and feel the autumn night air on your skin... Yes... You turn to your left to feel the warm breeze on your face... It feels good... and in the soft black shadows of the forest you think you can finally see a glimpse of hope. (click-replace: "hope.")[fear... only fear... There looms the same house. [[ENTER the house.|black 1]]]

You hear a "sshhh" (closer to a "ch" sound though)--You open your eyes! All you see is your computer screen against the backdrop of the darkness around you... except a red(click-replace: "red")[(wait, no, it's not red...)] glowing dot(click-replace: "dot")[green LCD display (maybe on a clock?)].

You see yourself (as if you are not you) enter the room carrying an axe. The you you're looking at looks down at the person in the bed. You don't have the courage to imagine or watch what will happen next. You get out of there--Literally, you think about not being in this timeline, and you immediately fall through the floor (as if it's swirling out from underneath you--as the wood is turning to sand)

You feel a cold blade slice through your neck, throat, and spine. You just died. (live: 6s)[(goto:"black 2")]

The floor begins to creak underneath you. Even as you lie still, the creaking becomes gradually louder and louder, and you finally think you can feel the floorboards start to bow, as if bending under the wait of your body. The instant you try to press your hands and feet against the hardwood floor to lift yourslelf upward, the boards crack, and the floor splits open, letting you fall--Your left shoulder bangs into a metal bar, flipping your body so you land on your back on the cold hard concrete basement floor. [[Get up, and look around|day middle]].

(live:3s)[(goto: "day begin")]

You jump out of bed, and you immediately see a dark shadowy figure in the doorway in front of you, taller than you, having a long nose, and--It lunges toward you. [[Run!|day middle]]

You are swallowed by the bed--first the quilt, then the sheets, then the mattress. You suffocate to death. (live: 6s)[(goto:"black 3")]

[[Do something to end up surviving more of this day|day middle]]

(live:3s)[(goto: "day begin")]

[[Do something to end up surviving more of this day|day middle]]

You lie there and try to find all the places that are hurting on and in your body. (live: 6s)[You feel sharp claws dig into your back.] (live:9s)[You just died.] (live: 11s)[(goto:"black 4")]

(live:3s)[(goto: "day begin")]

(live:3s)[(goto: "the end")]