The Snake And The Mouse

In the dead of night, Jonathan sat in his dimly lit room, the only illumination coming from the glow of his computer screen. The game of Snake and Mouse was an old, childhood favorite, but tonight, something felt off. As he guided the snake through the maze, the mouse seemed to move with a mind of its own, dodging his every attempt to catch it.

The air grew colder, and the shadows in the room seemed to lengthen, creeping toward him. Jonathan's heart pounded as he noticed the snake on the screen morphing, its eyes glowing red. The mouse, usually a simple prey, now bore sharp fangs and a sinister grin.

Suddenly, a message flashed on the screen: "The hunt is on." Before Jonathan could react, a chill ran down his spine as a whisper echoed in his ear, "Will you be the hunter... or the hunted?"