They Turned My Phobia Into a Game

The ultimate penalty of the escape room was a mystery box filled with live, crawling roaches.

Charlotte, my so-called best friend, shrieked and recoiled in disgust. But as she backed away, she instantly grabbed the hand of Brandon—my boyfriend of five years.

She looked at me. "Chloe, you do it. Come on, this is the perfect chance to cure your phobia."

Brandon chimed in, squeezing her hand. "Charlotte’s right, Chloe. You have a panic attack every time you touch something dirty. You need to get over this."