RED63TENNIS
RED63TENNIS
A short psycholocical horror from Dayfall
Copyright © 2023 Liam Armitage – All rights reserved
Cover Design: Leto Armitage & Linnea Lucifer
Publisher: Libertalia Press
࿐ ࿔*˖𓇼 DEDICATION 𓇼˖*࿔࿐
This story is dedicated to everyone like me. Everyone who picked up some old magazine, comic book, or beat-up paperback, fell into the world of imagination, and decided never to leave.
࿐ ࿔*˖𓇼 DESCRIPTION 𓇼˖*࿔࿐
Terrence Floyd thought he’d found the perfect online community—a quirky Reddit forum where players competed to find real-world combinations of red, tennis, and the number 63. It was harmless fun, a puzzle game that turned everyday life into an adventure.
Then the deaths started.
First one player, then another, each dying in increasingly bizarre accidents that somehow incorporated all three elements. As Terrence watches his online friends disappear one by one, he’s forced to confront an impossible question: Are these really just coincidences, or has their innocent game attracted something far more sinister?
Now Terrence can’t fill his gas tank, pass a tennis court, or wear the color red without his heart hammering in terror. Because in a world where patterns might be more than just patterns, the only way to stay safe might be to never play the game again.
But some games don’t let you quit.
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The office had cream walls and watercolors of nature scenes that looked like they had been selected from catalogues to be neutral and calming. The wood and cloth furniture was comfortable, made in a mid-century rustic style.
The middle-aged Doctor, a woman, wore black pants and a pink, silk top. She looked at the disheveled man the receptionist had led in through her circular glasses. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, he was wiping his sweaty palms on his pants so she’d given him extra time to settle down.
“Mr Floyd, may I call you Terrence?”
“Sure. Dr. Holloway?”
“Debra, please.” She smiled as she wrote on her legal pad with efficient strokes.
“Debra, okay.” He clasped his hands together and tried not to have his leg vibrate.
“You seem a bit nervous, can I get you something to drink?”
“Uh, tea? Something with chamomile?”
“Absolutely. Sugar? Milk?”
“A little sugar, please.” He forced himself to smile.
The doctor walked over to an electric kettle, opened a wooden box, took out a teabag, and fixed his tea in a white cup. Her flat shoes made no sounds thanks to the thick, brown rugs. She gave him the cup before resettling behind her desk with a fresh cup of coffee for herself.
“Now, Terrence, have you seen a psychiatrist before?”
He shook his head jerkily. “No, never.”
“It’s fine to be nervous. A lot of people think it means something is wrong, but I’m just here to make a preliminary evaluation and see what we can do to help you.“
He barked a short laugh. “I hope you can. I’m crazy after all.”
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