I was a beautiful child, everyone told me so. With my long blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, there wasn't a person alive who didn't admire my looks. Despite being beautiful, I was also daring.
At just ten years old, I developed a fascination with urban legends and haunted games, basically anything that shouldn't be believed, I believed. I would wait until my parents fell asleep, and then sneak into my fathers office to use his computer. For hours each night I would read as many urban legends as possible, and that was always the extent of it. I would read for fun and a thrill until I couldn't read anymore, and then I would go to bed. That is, until one particular game caught my eye.
The Devil Game consisted of very specific rules, play in the church, play alone, play in front of a mirror. If you obeyed all of the instructions properly you would get a chance to speak to Lucifer himself. You two could ask each other questions for exactly six hundred and sixty six minutes and six seconds. Fail to cooperate and your soul gets trapped in the mirror forever. Who would want to participate in such a thing you might ask? I did.
Coming from an extremely religious family even so much as speaking the Devils name was forbidden and taboo. I knew that getting caught playing such a thing would result in serious punishment, so i skipped a few rules- I played in my bathroom when my parents were asleep. That was my first mistake.
Despite not being in a church, or having candles, or salt, and any of the necessary things, I thought it work all the same. I turned the lights off, leaving my only source of light to the moon. I closed my eyes and wished for him, and much to my surprise it worked. I stared in confusion at the red eyes in the mirror staring back at me. But being a ten year old, naive child I got scared and panicked. I turned the lights on and fled the room, breaking the number one rule- always ask if you can end the game.
It's been ten years and I'm still haunted by those red eyes. Every time I look in any reflective surface I see him, staring at me with a smug expression. I can't close my eyes with seeing him. Each night he whispers to me his plans to kill me, and I know one day he will. Nothing helps, no one can save me. To this day I have never told anyone my story.
I wanted this to be a warning for anyone who hears of The Devil Game. Do not play this game, if you know what's good for you. Trust me. Your soul might not get trapped in a mirror like the rules say, but you get something worse. You get trapped by him.
~ I read the rules for this game on the creepypasta official website and loved it, so I decided to write a story about it, but I wanted to clarify. I, in no way shape or form, suggest playing this game. Just because it was written as a work of fiction does not mean something couldn't actually happen. Stay safe.~
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