It was a gloomy night when I decided to take a short break from my gaming sessions. I was browsing Reddit and finally found a message that piqued my curiosity. An anonymous user sent me a link to an obscure online game called Cursed Lot. The message read: “If you have the courage, enter, but be warned, the game is more than just a game.”
With a skeptical smile, I opened the link and found myself on a simple website. A single field asked for my username. After I entered it, a chat window appeared with a message: “Welcome to the cursed game. You’re playing with us now.” My heart pounded faster as I realized that maybe this game was more than I expected.
Suddenly the lights in my room flickered and an icy wind swept through the room. The words appeared on the screen: “Round 1: Your Worst Nightmare.” A dull ache began to pound in my head and I found myself in an eerie forest. I searched desperately for clues as the trees leaned menacingly overhead. Eerie noises echoed around me, and I felt fear slowly overcoming me.
Suddenly a blurred figure appeared in front of me - the shadowy outline of a man. Heart racing, I stared at him as he slowly approached. I tried to flee, but my feet barely moved. The figure finally reached me and whispered terrifying things in my ear - things no one could have known. Then he disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared.
The words on the screen changed: “Round 2: Your Deepest Fear.” This time I found myself in a room covered with mirrors. When I looked in, what I saw was not my own reflection, but horrible scenes from my past. Moments of embarrassment, failure and despair played out before my eyes. I couldn’t look away, and the memories made my throat tight.
Suddenly I heard my own laughter, but it was distorted and horrible. I turned and saw a deformed version of myself - a reflection of my own fears. It started taunting me and confronting me with my deepest insecurities. I tried to flee, but no matter where I ran, the horrible creature followed at my heels.
The final round began: “Round 3: The Sacrifice.” The screen showed a dark room with a burning candle in the center. There was a knife in front of me. The on-screen message was clear: “Sacrifice something you care about to conquer your fears for good.” I hesitated, but thoughts of the terrifying visions and the eerie figure drove me to pick up the knife.
With a trembling hand, I cut my own palm, letting the blood drip onto the floor, and whispered, “I sacrifice my fears.” The candle flickered violently, the room shook, and a deafening scream pierced my ears. When I opened my eyes I found myself back in my room, the screen blank.
The night was over and the sun was beginning to rise. My heart was still racing when I realized the cursed game was over. Was it really just a game? Or had I actually conquered my fears by facing them?
I closed the computer but could not forget what I had experienced. The horrible images and the scary man haunted my dreams. Was it really over? Or did I set something in motion that I could no longer control?
The days passed, but the memories of the cursed game would not let go of me. I returned to my gaming sessions but the anxiety remained. As I conquered my fears in virtual worlds, I couldn’t ignore that the true darkness lurked somewhere deep within me - a darkness that the game had brought to light.
The cursed lot had scarred me, and I couldn’t deny that a part of me had changed. I wasn’t the same anymore, and maybe I never would be again. In my nightmares I still saw the horrific scenes and heard the eerie scream. I had survived the game, but at what cost?
To this day I wonder if it was really just an online game or if I got caught up in something much darker and more dangerous. The memories linger and the fears I thought I had overcome are still there - a shadow that haunts me whenever night falls.