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  The Housemates

  Let the Games begin

  Iain Rob Wright

  Salad Publishing Group

  Contents

  Book Summary

  FREE BOOKS

  Quotes

  The Housemates

  2

  3

  4

  Day 2

  2

  3

  4

  5

  Day 3

  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  Day 4

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  4

  5

  Day 5

  2

  Day 6

  2

  3

  Day 7

  2

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  Day 8

  2

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  Day 9

  2

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  Day 10

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  Dedicated to my wife

  for all that she goes through.

  “Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.”

  Stephen King

  “Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.”

  Clive Barker

  “Fear is the most basic emotion we have, Fear is primal.”

  Max Brooks, World War Z

  The Housemates

  The ferry glided ashore. A bus waited on the hill. Rain came down in silver sheets against the velvet darkness of the endless night.

  Damien didn’t like wearing the hood over his head and had managed to peek out from beneath it several times in the last hour. It was uncomfortable being in the dark, unable to see, unable to even hear properly.

  Damien’s hosts had told him that the hood was necessary – that the location of the island must be kept secret. The only information they had divulged willingly was that his destination was somewhere off the northern coast of Scotland. The atmosphere’s cold, penetrating bite made it easy to believe that Damien had been taken north. He rubbed at his shoulders.

  Freezing my bloody knob off here.

  Not wanting to push his luck, Damien pulled the hood back down over his face and listened intently. It sounded like the captain of the small passenger ferry was about to give orders.

  “Okay, everybody! I’m afraid you will have to leave your hoods on for just a little while longer. The house is just over a mile inland. A bus will take you there now, and then you can finally take the hoods off and settle in.”

  There were sighs of relief from all around. Damien wasn’t sure how many other people were on the ferry with him, but he estimated at least ten – definitely enough bodies to constitute a crowd. They were all wearing hoods the same as his.

  So I have about a dozen competitors. That puts my odds of winning pretty low.

  Near the ferry’s bow, a man had begun ushering everybody ashore, barking orders in a clipped tone like machine gun fire. Damien stumbled past the gruff gentleman and was hustled along onto what felt beneath his feet like a wooden jetty. The freezing rain made him shudder as he left the shelter of the boat.

  Remind me never to come to Scotland again if this is what it’s like.

  Damien started up an incline, towards where he imagined the bus was parked. An engine idled nearby and the acrid odour of spent petrol mingled with the scent of wet soil. An owl hooted.

  When Damien finally stepped onto the waiting bus, he greeted the heavenly warmth with glee. It must have been several hours since his journey had begun and he was starting to feel the weariness in his bones.

  Damien’s hosts had collected him from a train station in Sheffield, where he had then been driven even further north for almost three hours. That was when he had been told to put the hood on. He was ushered onto a waiting coach with several other people and then continued on yet another leg of the journey, which had ended with the trip on the ferry from which he had just departed.

  The hood prevented Damien from seeing who his companions were on the bus, but he heard some of them chatting blindly up ahead as he navigated the aisle.

  Time became a blur. Weariness and boredom had led to a dazed passing of seconds and minutes and hours until Damien felt nothing but the desire to sleep. He was glad to hear he was now only a mile away from his final destination.

  Thought I’d never bloody get there.

  He groped his way along the aisle of the stationary bus and found himself a seat on the left. He sat down and relaxed back into the soft cushion.

  Oh, yeah. That feels better. My arse is killing me.

  Just another twenty minutes and this wretched trip will be over.

  Nerves began to tickle at Damien’s psyche as he sat there and waited for the bus to get moving. The bizarre nature of the situation began to sink in. Home seemed far away; he already missed his friends, his work, his old life. It was a situation he never would have got himself into usually, but…

  When needs must…

  The Devil drives.

  Damien felt someone dump down on the seat behind him. The bus grumbled into gear and started moving. The rain continued falling heavy, thudding against the window panels on both sides.

  Damien closed his eyes beneath his hood and allowed himself to rest. He was worried that rest would be hard to come by during the days ahead.

  The bus sped up, jerking and hopping as it traversed uneven terrain. A couple of times it felt as though the vehicle had gone off road completely. There were no sounds coming from outside, no noise from other traffic, no grinding steel of industrial buildings. Wherever the bus was heading, it was seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

  The stranger who had sat on the seat behind Damien leant forward and whispered. “Pretty exciting, huh?”

  With the hood still over his head, Damien was unsure if the woman’s question had been directed at him. After a few seconds he decided that it was and gave a reply. “I don’t know if ‘exciting’ is the word I would use.”

  “Really, then how would you describe it?”

  “Overdone.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean this is all a bit dramatic. We’ve been whisked away in the dead of night under the cover of darkness to a destination we know nothing about. Is it really necessary?”

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sp; “It’s just part of the experience. Putting on a good show.”

  “It’s stupid.” Damien sighed. He pulled the hood off his head and blinked his eyes. He’d had enough of being in the dark. It was ridiculous. He understood the need for privacy, to a certain extent, but he was done feeling like a prisoner of war.

  “Sir, please put your hood back on!”

  Damien glanced down the aisle to see that the bus driver was twisting around. The man was skeletal with cheekbones that leapt out at right-angles. Beside him stood a colleague, a burly man in a set of black overalls and work boots.

  “Sir,” said the burly man beside the driver. His dark eyes had narrowed and were targeted at Damien like rifle sights. “Put your hood back on or you will be disqualified. You must obey the rules at all times. That is what you agreed when you signed up for the show.”

  Damien took a second to gaze out of the rain-soaked window. A flash of lightning lit up the sky and the landscape came briefly into view. The entire area was marked by grassy hills and craggy outcroppings; not a great deal else.

  “Sir, I am going to give you three seconds…”

  Damien rolled his eyes, grunted. “Fine! But this is getting stupid.” He tugged the hood back over his head and cursed beneath it.

  Why the hell did I agree to this? I feel like a right dickhead.

  The bus continued its journey for another five minutes before slowing down and stopping. The passengers sat in silence while they waited to be addressed.

  “Can everybody please shuffle to the front of the bus,” said a voice that Damien recognised as belonging to the burly man in the black overalls.

  Damien got to his feet and felt his way down the aisle. He bumped into someone in front of him and had to wait for them to get moving. Once they did, he followed after them.

  At the front of the bus, someone placed a hand on Damien’s shoulder and manoeuvred him down the steps. His feet planted down on wet, crunching gravel. Someone shoved him from behind and sent him stumbling forward. It wasn’t long before he was standing shoulder to shoulder with the rest of his unknown companions as they were corralled into a group.

  “Okay, everybody. You can now take off your hoods.”

  Damien ripped his off and let it fall to the floor. He couldn’t help himself from stomping it into the mud. Everybody else in the crowd seemed equally relieved and there was a collective sigh among them.

  The man in the black overalls stood in front of the assembled crowd. Several other men had joined him, all wearing jeans and dark jumpers. The jumpers featured the logo of a great staring eye on the left shoulder. It looked like the type of symbol the Masons would use.

  Several yards ahead lay a vast complex that resembled a factory unit in many ways. Barbed wire lined the edges of a ten-foot steel fence that ran around the sides and back of the complex. Giant floodlights lit up the entire area. It reminded Damien of a concentration camp.

  “Now,” said the man in black overalls. “You are about to enter our specially designed facility. Some of you will spend up to ten days inside. Some of you not so long. In order to remain inside you must obey all rules at all times. Failure to follow rules will result in expulsion from the house. Failure to follow commands will result in expulsion from the house. Failure to participate in tasks will result in expulsion from the house. Cameras will be watching your every move. Do all of you understand?”

  The crowd mumbled affirmably.

  The man continued. “Each day inside the house will include a group task followed by a vote to eliminate one member of the household. The winner or winners of the group task will be immune from receiving votes for twenty four hours. Each evening will feature an elimination task between the two members of the group who received the most votes. The loser of the elimination task will be expelled from the house. Is that clear?”

  The crowd mumbled agreement once more.

  “After all contestants bar two are eliminated, the prize money will have been won. Two million pounds split between the final two housemates. Those housemates will then have a choice – they can leave with a million pounds each, or wage it against one another in a final elimination task. The winner of the task will then leave the house with two million pounds in cash, while the loser will receive nothing.”

  The group got excited and began looking around at one another as if to weigh up their competition.

  They look like a bunch of rabid hyenas, Damien thought.

  The man in the black overalls clapped his hands together, regaining everybody’s attention. “Okay, my friends. Welcome to the house and let the games begin.”

  2

  Damien kept to the back of the group as a pair of stiff-looking men led them through the facility. The line of soon-to-be housemates filed down a claustrophobic hallway before entering a steel-framed doorway on their right. It was like a prison door, thick and heavy.

  Inside was a room lined on all sides with wooden benches and aluminium lockers. It looked like something you’d find at a sports stadium. Damien noticed that each berth had a name written across it in crude marker pen.

  Marker pen? Not very professional.

  Damien located the locker with DAMIEN BANKS written across it and took a seat in front of it. The other men and women in the room seemed to take his lead and all searched for their own lockers before sitting down too. The man in the black overalls strode into the centre of the room and seemed to smile at their initiative. Damien was getting a little irritated that the man was yet to introduce himself. Manners were important.

  Without manners we’re just a few steps above a monkey.

  The man in the black overalls continued. “Inside your lockers you will find several items. Among those items is a pair of bracelets and a collar. You must clasp these items onto your person and ensure that they are locked tight and secured. Wearing these items is mandatory and will be required for certain tasks inside the house.”

  Damien stood and turned around. He opened up his locker and located the bracelets and neck ring inside. They were made of a thin, shiny metal that felt very solid despite its low profile. LEDs blinked from various places, which gave them the appearance of something out of a Star Trek movie.

  It felt totally wrong to shackle himself but Damien placed the collar around his neck and clipped the ends together. They clacked and held tight.

  They best know how to get this thing off again. I’m not really a collar and cuffs kind of guy.

  Next, Damien secured both of the bracelets around his wrists. They were exactly like the neck ring, only smaller. They nipped at his skin until he twisted them around into a more comfortable position. Something on the inside felt sharp.

  “Once you have the items attached to your person. Please place all of your personal belongings inside the locker. This includes all jewellery, watches, mobile telephones, and any other communication devices. Future possession of contraband will result in expulsion from the house. Your luggage has been brought to the facility and examined. All authorised items will be brought inside the habitat area of the facility, where you will be entering shortly.”

  Damien took the sovereign off his finger and the thick chain from around his neck. He placed them inside the locker. His friend back home, Harry, was always on at him to lose the bling, and this was probably the first time he had actually done so. He felt somehow naked without the jewellery.

  “Okay. Through that door is the entrance to the house. Inside the house you will find a living area with a large sofa. You are to wait there until further instructions.”

  Damien looked over at a door set between the rows of lockers. It was made of steel and seemed very secure.

  The group reformed their line and one of the security guards ushered them through the open door into the next room.

  A woman in front of Damien glanced back at him. She had bright orange hair and was smiling. “Not sure I like the collar and cuffs. A bit much don’t you think?”

  Damien smiled grimly back at her.
He recognised her voice as being the one who had spoken to him on the bus. She’d obviously changed her tune since then and was also getting sick of the theatrics. “You don’t have to tell me,” Damien said. “This whole thing is a bit much. Can’t believe I’m even doing this.”

  She frowned at him with walnut eyes. “Why did you sign up, then?”

  “Why you think? The money.”

  She laughed. It was a feminine sound. “Guess that’s why we’re all here. That or being famous?”

  Damien rolled his eyes. He couldn’t think of anything worse than being a ‘celebrity’. “You think people are even going to watch the show?” he asked, having not actually paid it much thought. “I mean, isn’t this kind of thing a bit old-hat now?”

  “People love reality television.”

  “I suppose they must.”

  The queue entered an empty reception room and came to a halt. Two more employees with eye-logo sweatshirts were standing inside; both were large and imposing like granite statues.

  There was another door in front of the group and they were asked to enter through it, so they carried on forwards until they found themselves inside a vast living room. It was actually quite homely compared to the industrial feeling of the rest of the complex. A giant green sofa occupied the centre of the room in a horseshoe shape and looked big enough to seat everybody comfortably. An open-sided kitchen area lay behind it with several brand-new, sparkling appliances. Obviously no expense had been spared in setting up the ‘habitat’.