"The Final Game"
7:00 PM.One player remains.
Maria.Or… whatever is left of her.
The mirrors whisper now.Each reflection moves differently—some cry, some scream, one even laughs.
She closes her eyes.But the voices crawl in anyway.
"Why are you still here?""You died already.""You begged to forget."
One mirror cracks.Then another.Then all of them shatter at once—revealing a black doorway behind the glass.
She steps in.
Inside: a chair. A TV. A tape.
She plays it.
On the screen:Seven kids. Laughing. Playing.One whispers:"Let's try something scary."
Maria gasps.She knows this place.She remembers now.
They made the game.They summoned it.For fun.But it wasn't a game.
It was a curse.
A punishment.
And now it's her turn to watch.
The screen goes black.A voice echoes in the room:
"Welcome back, Maria. Shall we begin again?"
GAME OVER.OR... RESTART?