PLAY THE GAME

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Hi, I’m Johnny and the narrator of this story. I’m 18 years old and I’m a pretty cool guy. I used to like playing video games a lot, I even had a lot of plushies based on video game characters! But, I don't like them anymore, and will never play a video game ever again. You will find out why…….

I was in my room with my friend, Mark, and we were looking on my computer for any online game we could find. We were painfully bored and we were looking for something to play.

“Hey buddy,” Mark said “I’ve heard of this ominous online game that is somewhere on the dark web. It ain’t gonna pop up on fucking Google.”

“How do we find it then?” I asked curiously.

“Just type in the fuckin’ url: PLAYTHEGAME.com.” He replied.

So, I listened and typed it in the url. After I pressed enter, a new window opened. It covered the entire computer screen and it went totally black. We heard a low hum coming from the speakers, and red pixelated letters appeared saying: PLAY THE GAME. We also heard a robotic voice repeating “E” in the audio. “E…. E…. E….”

“What the fuck?” Mark exclaimed. “This is fucking creepy, bro-seff.”

“Yeah….” I said.

“E… E..” The voice continued.

I clicked on the words, and suddenly we heard a startling: “EH!” From the computer. Then, a group of words popped up… it was my IP address! Then there was an image of an eyeball in a puddle of red liquid. Text briefly showed up that read: “WE FOUND YOU.”

Then my computer crashed.

“What the fuck was that fucking shit?” said Mark.

“That was trippy, dude.” I said.

Chapter 2: The First Night

I was sleeping in my bed at night. I began dreaming of the eye in the red puddle. It was rolling around on the ground like a race car, leaving a red trail behind it. I didn’t know what the red liquid was.

I woke up. My computer was turned on, the screen was red and I heard that “E…. E…” again. But when I got closer, it sounded more like: “V… V… V…”

I turned off my computer and went back to bed.

Chapter 3: Next Morning

“Hey mom, I had a nightmare last night.” I told my mom.

“Honey bear, shut up I’m on a call.” Was all she said.

I texted Mark about that night. “Fucking freaky.” He texted back.

“Yeah.” I replied “Wanna come over tomorrow?”

“Fuck it, why not?” He replied again.

Chapter 4: The Second Night

Another nightmare. It was a door slowly creaking open. It finally revealed an old, skeletal looking man with white eyes, no privates and a small smile. He then leaned forward, face-planted and then I woke in a cold sweat. It was oddly warm in my room and my computer was turned on. Just like before, the screen was bright red.

“Not again!” I whined.

This time, I heard “I… I… I…” unsettled, I turned off my computer.

I wanted to go back to bed, and I did.

Chapter 5: Tomorrow Morning

Mark had come early in the morning. “What the fuck is up?” He asked.

“My computer has been acting strange at night, and I keep having nightmares.” I replied. We started searching on Reddit about the PLAYTHEGAME website. We saw this one post about how someone’s eyes started aching after visiting the site. In the comments, multiple people talked about how unfortunate events happened to them. One said that after their computer crashed, their father told them their grandma just died.

What each story had in common though, was that their rooms would warm-up and the computer would turn on at night. Weird.

“I remember hearing that you should always turn off the fucking computer at night.” Mark told me.

“I always do that.” I said.

”Oh, good.” He said

Chapter 6: The Third Night

This time I dreamt of the old man sitting at a table, staring straight ahead. The dream ended when he started eating a bag of cool ranch Doritos.

My room was even warmer now, and the computer was on. This time I heard: “L… L… L…” I went to turn it off, but a message appeared on the screen saying: “DON’T.”

I turned it off anyway and went to sleep on the living room couch. The next morning, I posted my story on Reddit.

Chapter 7: The Fourth and Final Night

I dreamt of the old man shuffling around in a small room saying: “I’m coming.”

I awoke to a horrible sight. My parents were dead, bleeding out on the floor and on to my Pikachu squishmallow! It was my favorite one. A message appears on the computer screen. It read: “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PLAY THE GAME. YOU DIDN’T AND THESE ARE THE CONSEQUENCES. FUCK YOU.”

I turned the computer off. It was boiling hot in my room, and I heard my closet opening. I saw the old man slowly shuffling towards me.

“I told you I was coming.” He said in a raspy and high voice.

I was about to run to the door, but I tripped on my father’s corpse. I took out my iPhone and texted Mark. “HELP!” I said.

He replied. “Sorry, I had to do this. I’m so fucking sorry.”

The old man leaned towards me, arms about to hug me. “Why are you doing this?!” I ask.

And the old man said: “You’re a shitty player.”

Chapter 8: The Room

I’m stuck in a small room. The old man locked me in here and the bloody eyeball circled around me. Why didn’t I play the game?

THE END

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