The Game at Carousel: A Horror Movie LitRPG

I woke to the faint hum of a refrigerator and the soft rustle of curtains moving in the breeze.

My body ached to stretch, muscles tense but unfamiliar, like a coat that no longer fit quite right. When I opened my eyes, the room was bright with mid-day light.

I went to move, bracing for soreness, for pain.

And there was none.

My body moved like a tightly wound spring.

I looked around.

No. I sniffed the air. My sense of sight was not dominant anymore. My sense of smell was.

I wasn’t in the woods anymore. The forest’s damp, earthy smell had been replaced by something cleaner—fresh linen, faint soap, and... wolves. The scent was thick, clinging to the air like smoke, comforting and unmistakable.

It was in the walls, the furniture, and even me.

The room was ordinary—a small, cheaply furnished motel room—a plain bed with a thin, floral-patterned comforter. A cheap table with a single chair pushed underneath. On it sat a stack of neatly folded clothes, jeans, a T-shirt, and boots.

Like an invitation, like a reminder that I was a person again.

The wolf understood.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, testing my body. Everything felt whole. My hands, free of claws, flexed easily. My feet, no longer mangled by silver, met the carpet without pain. I felt... strong. Rested. Healed. But the undercurrent of power was still there, humming beneath my skin.

The wolf wasn’t gone. It was waiting. It called to me, singing a sweet moon melody that only my heart knew.

I ignored it and pulled on the clothes.

When I opened the door, the cool air rushed in. I stepped outside, and the motel’s exterior stretched before me: chipped paint, rusty railings, and the faint hum of flickering neon. I was on the second floor, looking down onto the gravel lot below. It was nearly empty, save for a few parked cars.

And then I felt it.

The connection slammed into me like a wave, flooding my senses with an awareness I hadn’t asked for.

Wolves. Everywhere.

I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them, hundreds of them scattered throughout the town. Their presence tugged at me, faint but insistent, like an echo I couldn’t quite hear.

The motel wasn’t just a stopping place—it was the center. The wolves were everywhere, their scents layered into the streets, the buildings, the people.

I leaned on the railing, staring out over the little town, and the pull became sharper, narrowing into a single thread that drew me forward.

I followed it without thinking, moving down the stairs and across the street. The pavement was warm underfoot, the fading sunlight bathing the small diner ahead in gold. The neon sign above the door flickered weakly, its letters spelling out OPEN.

Through the window, I saw her.

Sarah. Serena. Her name was not letters or sounds. It was a feeling carved into my bones.

She sat at a booth near the back, her head tilted as she laughed at something one of the human-form wolves around her had said. Her presence wasn’t loud or commanding—it was effortless, magnetic. My feet moved before I could stop them, the pull too strong, too complete. I pushed the door open, the bell jingling softly as I stepped inside.

The smell of coffee and grease hit me first, followed by the overwhelming scent of wolves. The town seemed to fade behind me as every head in the room turned, their eyes on me. Some watched with curiosity, others with recognition. I didn’t know them, but they knew me.

Sarah looked up, her dark eyes locking onto mine. She smiled—a small, knowing smile that tugged at something deep inside me.

“Antoine,” she said, her voice low and steady, as though she’d been waiting for me all along. “Come. Sit.”

I didn’t question her. I couldn’t. Her presence filled the room, pushing out everything else. Even as my human side bristled at the weight of her gaze, the wolf in me settled, pleased, its growl fading into something closer to a purr.

The connection hummed between us, pulling me deeper into the current of her power. And I realized, with a sinking certainty, that I was no longer running from this place. I was part of it now.

My fingers drummed against the table as I tried to ignore the tension in the air. Every glance, every movement in the diner felt deliberate, like the room itself was holding its breath.

“What do you think?” Sarah asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was calm, inviting, but it carried an undeniable weight. She leaned back in her seat, one hand resting lightly on the edge of the table, the other holding a mug of coffee.

“It’s… different,” I said, my voice low and scratchy. My eyes flicked to the waitress cleaning the counter, then to the grill cook flipping burgers behind her. Both of them carried the same scent—a quiet, unmistakable power.

Wolves, but calm.

Wolves, but human.

“That’s one way to put it. Not what you expected?” Sarah asked, amused.

“No,” I admitted. “Wolves don’t live like this.”

Wolves clung to the outskirts of humanity and fed on vermin, nabbing a hiker here and there in their search for food. They drank and mated and wilted their lives away until someone like me stopped them.

“Don’t they?” she replied, arching an eyebrow. She gestured to the window behind me, where the town bustled with life. People walked down the streets, carrying groceries, laughing with neighbors. “There’s nothing strange here, Antoine. Just people living their lives.”

“And wolves,” I said, my tone sharper than I intended.

She tilted her head, studying me. “And wolves,” she echoed. “But why should that matter? You’re one of us now.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the waitress appeared at the side of the table, a notepad in hand. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and she had a tired but genuine smile. “What’ll it be?” she asked, her voice casual, but her gaze flicked to Sarah briefly, like she was checking for permission.

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“Uh…” I glanced down at the menu Sarah had placed in front of me. It was greasy and worn, the corners fraying. My stomach twisted. I hadn’t thought about food since—since when? The wolf had taken so much from me. Hunger, fear, time.

“He’ll have the special,” Sarah said smoothly, before I could respond. She sipped her coffee, then added, “And bring him a coffee. Black.”

The waitress nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

“You didn’t need to order for me,” I said, irritated.

Her smile widened slightly. “Didn’t I?”

The conversation shifted as our food arrived. Sarah’s presence was overwhelming—she was too calm, too steady. Every question she asked felt like a hook, pulling me deeper into her world. She told me about the wolves here, about how they lived among humans without detection. “Not everything has to be a battle,” she said at one point, slicing into a plate of steak. “Sometimes, we’re just people. Sometimes, we’re more.”

But as she spoke, I couldn’t shake the growing pull in my chest, the invisible thread that connected me to her, to this town, to something bigger. It was comforting and terrifying in equal measure.

“Why Carousel?” I asked finally, interrupting her. “Why stay here? What makes this place so special?”

When I said Carousel, I almost scared myself. I had meant the fictional Carousel of this storyline, but hearing myself talk about Carousel the entity, I had almost forgotten about it. I was a wolf now, not a player.

Her fork paused midway to her mouth. For a moment, I thought she wouldn’t answer. Then she placed the fork down gently and leaned forward, her expression softening.

“This place holds something for me,” she said. “Something I can’t quite explain. A connection. To the past. To…” She trailed off, her eyes distant, like she was seeing something I couldn’t. “Someone.”

“Clara,” I said, surprising myself. The name felt foreign and familiar at the same time. Her head snapped toward me, her eyes narrowing.

“So, how did you learn that name?”

“The others at the Manor have been researching,” I admitted. I couldn't lie to her. “They’ve been learning about her. They found her body."

For the first time, Sarah lost her cool demeanor, and for a moment, I thought she was going to transform.

But she calmed down. She was silent for a moment, contemplating.

Her gaze softened again, and she nodded. “Clara was the first. The original wolf here. She was… everything to me. She was stolen from me. It makes sense that they would seek her final resting place. I can't believe they found it. I think a piece of her lives on. It walks around, talks, slowly learning, remembering its old self. I think right now, that piece lives in our friend, Kimberly.”

That name hit me like a slap. Kimberly. My Kimberly. The pull to her was almost overwhelming, but it wasn’t the same as before. It wasn’t human anymore. It was primal, possessive. The wolf in me stirred, murmuring about siring her, making her part of the pack. I pushed it down, but the feeling lingered, sharp and dangerous.

“I need to protect her,” I said, my voice shaking. It just came out.

“From what?”

“From you. From me. From all of this.”

Fear rose up in me. How could I say this? What would she do to me?

Sarah chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “You already have, Antoine. You’ve been protecting her since the attack at the summer camp. If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t be alive today. I owe everything to you. You stopped me when I couldn't stop myself. And now, I’ve built all this. A pack to end all packs. A real future.”

Her words hit something deep inside me, stirring memories I didn’t want to revisit. But before I could respond, she stood, smoothing her jacket. “Come. Walk with me.”

The streets were quiet now, but the scents of wolves were stronger than ever. She led me down the sidewalk, pointing out houses, storefronts, and people.

“There are wolves everywhere,” she said casually. “The waitress. The grill cook. Even the man who owns that hardware store down the block. They’re part of this place, just like everyone else. We’ve been here for years, hiding in plain sight.”

“Why?” I asked, glancing at her. “Why not leave? Why not go where you wouldn’t have to hide?”

“Because this is where the connection is,” she said simply. “To Clara. To the pack. To everything I’ve built. Leaving here would mean severing that bond.” She paused, turning to face me. “And I don’t think I can.”

Her words hung in the air as we reached the edge of town, the forest looming in the distance. The wolf in me stirred again, whispering about loyalty, power, submission. I ignored it, but my chest felt tight.

“What happens next?” I asked.

She smiled, her teeth flashing in the fading light. “That depends on you, Antoine.”

The forest loomed ahead, its shadows stretching toward us like hungry fingers as the sun dipped lower in the sky. The wolf in me stirred, hyper-aware but calm in Sarah’s presence. I couldn’t deny the pull anymore—it wasn’t just the pack, or the town, or even her. It was everything.

The connection to her was woven into every scent, every sound, every part of Carousel.

“This place,” Sarah said as we walked, her steps light and deliberate, “is more than just a town. It’s a tether. A place where things started and where they’re supposed to end.” Her voice was steady, but it carried an edge of something deeper. Grief? Hope? I couldn’t tell.

I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. “Why do I feel this? This... pull?”

She glanced at me, her eyes sharp and knowing. “Because you’re one of us now. Because I’ve shaped this curse for nearly two centuries, and the bond ties us all together. Even you.” She paused, her gaze piercing. “But it’s not just me, Antoine. It’s Clara. Her spirit lingers here, pulling at all of us. And through her... Kimberly.”

“Kimberly,” I said, the name heavy in my mouth. “She doesn’t belong in this. She doesn’t belong here.”

Sarah stopped, turning to face me. “You think I don’t know that? Do you think I haven’t tried to understand why she’s part of this?” Her voice softened, but the intensity remained. “When I met her, I lost control. I nearly destroyed the only connection I had to Clara. Again. That was my wake-up call, Antoine. Kimberly is here for a reason, and this time, I will find out why.”

Sarah studied me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. “You feel it too, don’t you? The bond. The connection. That’s what ties us all together. The pack, this place, everything. It’s what makes us stronger.” She took a step closer, her presence overwhelming. “But it’s also what makes us dangerous. This is the night we find her and we find out how she fits into all of this, how we fit into this. We find it all out tonight.”

I clenched my fists, trying to drown out the wolf’s growing need to obey her, to fall into step with her rhythm. “There’s something else,” I said. “Something you don’t know. They have rolling silver. It’s this weapon they made. The wolves they tried it on… it was terrible. If we move on them…”

Why was I telling her this? Had I just betrayed Kimberly and the others?

At that, Sarah laughed—a low, rich sound that sent a chill through me. “You think I haven’t seen rolling silver before? A monster hunter from the Far East once came here with the same weapon. Do you know what happened to him?” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I sent him back to the Far East with longer teeth.”

Her confidence was maddening. The human part of me wanted to shake her, to tell her how dangerous Riley’s preparations were. But the wolf purred with satisfaction, its growl low and pleased. She is powerful. She is right.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“They’ll be ready,” I said, my voice faltering. “Riley... the documentarian... he’ll make sure of it.”

My compulsion to tell her was too strong.

Had we been On-Screen this whole time? I could barely see the red wallpaper in the haze. Anytime I looked at it, I saw… a script instead. I wasn't a player. I was living it. It was all real to me.

Sarah tilted her head, a curious smile tugging at her lips. “Riley?” she echoed. “You seem sure of him.”

I hesitated. “He’s... different. Psychic, maybe. He knows things he shouldn’t. He has a connection to this curse.”

Her smile widened, more wolf than human. “Good. I don’t want it to be easy. If he survives, perhaps I’ll find use for him. Either way, we’ll see who’s more prepared. I’ve waited for Kimberly to return for nearly a decade. I knew she would and we will meet our destinies together before she leaves. Clara has a message for me, and I intend to find it.”

Her calm confidence settled over me like a heavy blanket, smothering my fears. The wolf within me hummed with agreement, pushing away the lingering worry for Kimberly and my friends. It was like cool water pouring over a burn, numbing the pain, leaving only clarity.

“You’ll join us tonight,” Sarah said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “The full moon rises, and the pack will run together.”

I felt a pang of guilt, sharp and fleeting. But then the wolf stirred, loud and insistent. It pushed past the fear, past the conflict, drowning it all in a wave of certainty. My lips moved before I could stop them, my voice not entirely my own.

“Whatever you tell me to do.”

Sarah’s smile was serene. “Good.”

As we walked back toward the motel that evening, Sarah’s voice changed. It became deeper, resonant, carrying through the air like a command. “Come to me.”

The effect was instant. From all over town, people stopped what they were doing. A woman at the gas station let the nozzle fall from her hand. A man hauling lumber onto his truck froze mid-step. A child playing in the yard set down their toy. One by one, they began to walk—toward the forest, toward Sarah, their movements steady and unhurried but filled with purpose.

I watched them go, hundreds of them, their faces glowing with excitement. Thrilled. Ready.

The wolf in me growled its approval, and for the first time, I didn’t try to silence it. I let it hum in time with the pack, with the current that bound us all together.

The full moon was rising, and it was time.