The Unnamed Game

The game is fake

The camera's POV

10:58

"Alright dude, everything is set up, get ready, and do this." Angel said. Peter nodded, and exhaled. He sat in a chair, and began chanting to himself. "Maldecir a los que pierden, bendecir a quien gana, comenzar el juego, que comience." The chant was barely audible.

Peter stood up, abruptly and grabbed the camera. "It's fake. It's fake. It's just a game." He said and slammed the camera down.

Peter's POV
I don't know what I saw... The game wasn't at all what I read online... What were those things... They were horrifying... The slender bodies, solid black, practically a shadow with glowing yellow eyes, and sharp claws... One of them got me, 3 thin stripes on my cheek, that blood began coming out of.

I fought my hardest, I did. It didn't seem to effect them, each punch, each stab, they did nothing... I don't know... "Pete! What's wrong dude? You just totalled the camera du-" I spun around and pinned Angel against a wall.

"I don't wanna talk about it! It's none of your business. The game is fake, alright!" I snapped. I could tell that he was getting scared, so I backed away, and started feeling bad... What is going on? I'm never like this... "I-I'm sorry dude... It's just I'm pissed that the game is fake..." I mumbled.

"It's fine..." He said

I felt miserable for the next 4 weeks, I started growing lines under my eyes, my skin seemed to start getting paler, and my cheeks had scars from where one of those things got me. I swear my hairline started receding. All this stress... I can't handle it, I've thought about suicide a lot lately.

I can't stand what I saw... I swear, I fucking swear I see them all the time in my periferal vision, but when I direct my eyes there, they are gone... I can't even look at a tall building without wanting to jump off... Is this normal?

Flashback to the night of the game...

I sat in my chair, and finally got yo and looked around. I saw nothing. "Pfft. Fake, just like I thought..." I mumbled. "Is it?" I heard something say. I looked behind me and saw a tall thing standing directly in front of me. He was black, yet transparent, like a shadow, with glowing yellow eyes, and sharp clawd for hands. He stood around ten feet tall, , towering over me. "Are you ready to play?"