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Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Game
The clock struck 11:20 PM. Tawhid sat alone in his dimly lit room, his phone pressed against his ear. The soft glow of his screen illuminated his face as he impatiently spoke.
"Where are you guys? You’re still not here?"
Fahim’s voice crackled on the other end. "Man, we’re stuck in the worst traffic! I think it'll take another half an hour."
Tawhid groaned. "Hurry up! The new year begins in forty minutes, and I’m not celebrating without you guys!"
"Don’t worry, man! As soon as the traffic clears, we’ll be there at full speed," Rashed reassured him.
Tawhid sighed as he ended the call. He leaned back, drumming his fingers against his desk. His excitement had turned into frustration. He had planned the perfect night, a horror game to ring in the new year with his best friends.
But as the minutes dragged on, an idea sparked in his mind. He reached into his backpack, pulling out an old book he had bought from a small library near his school. Placing it on the table, he lit a candle, its flickering light casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Then, just for fun, he picked up a dice from his pocket and rolled it absentmindedly. The dice tumbled across the surface, landing inside a chalk-drawn circle. Tawhid barely noticed as he got up, startled by the sudden knock on his door.
A grin spread across his face. "That was fast! How did you guys get here so soon?"
Arif stepped inside, smirking. "The traffic just cleared all of a sudden. We got lucky."
Tawhid shrugged, too excited to think much of it. As the rest of the group entered, the night kicked off with laughter, food, and the countdown to the new year. At exactly 12:30 AM, Tawhid clapped his hands together.
"Alright, guys. Time for the main event, the horror game!"
---
Chapter 2: The Rules of the Game
Tawhid opened the book, its aged pages crinkling under his fingers.
"There are three stories in this book. Each of us will roll the dice. The number we get decides which story we read."
Rashed frowned, examining the dice. "Wait a minute. This dice has four sides. Why are there only three stories?"
Tawhid chuckled. "Yeah, I wondered about that too. I guess the book should’ve had four stories, but this was the only copy I could find. The library didn’t have any other horror books."
Rashed smirked but said nothing. The game began.
Fahim went first, rolling a 1.
---
Chapter 3: Story One – The Familiar Face
The tale followed a young man who returned home late one night. His mother was in the kitchen, cooking, just like always. She greeted him warmly, served him dinner, and they spoke like any other night.
But as he was about to sleep, a knock came at the door.
"Son, open the door! I’m locked outside!"
His blood ran cold.
His mother was outside.
Then… who was inside with him?
A chilling silence fell over the room as Tawhid and his friends exchanged uneasy glances.
Just then, a knock echoed through Tawhid’s house.
Everyone jumped. Fahim, laughing nervously, walked over to check. He opened the door slowly… but there was no one there. The hallway was empty.
---
Chapter 4: Story Two – The Reflection
Rashed took his turn, rolling a 2.
His story was about a girl who stood in front of her mirror late at night. At first, she thought her reflection was just slightly off, something about its expression felt… wrong.
Then, she realized the horrifying truth.
The figure in the mirror was not her reflection.
It was something else.
Watching.
Imitating.
Waiting.
Rashed chuckled, shaking his head. "Creepy, but predictable."
But as he turned his head toward the nearby mirror, his smile froze. His reflection… was still smiling.
But he wasn’t.
---
Chapter 5: Story Three – The Shadow Man
Arif rolled a 3.
His story told of a man who always felt like something was standing beside him. At first, it was just a shadow, lurking, silent, unmoving.
Until one night, he finally saw it.
It wasn’t a shadow at all.
It was something real.
Tawhid’s friends laughed nervously. "Okay, this is getting seriously weird," Arif muttered.
Then, he looked out the window.
There, in the darkness, something shifted. A figure… a shadow… moving. Watching.
None of them slept easy that night.
---
Chapter 6: The Real Horror
By morning, they laughed off their fear. Tawhid smirked, revealing the prank he had orchestrated, some of their other friends had dressed up and scared them.
"You guys fell for it! Best New Year’s prank ever!"
Annoyed but relieved, his friends left one by one.
Tawhid finally collapsed onto his bed, exhausted.
But at 10:00 AM, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was frantic.
"Tawhid, man, we’re so sorry. We couldn’t make it last night. One of our guys got into an accident, and we spent the night at the hospital."
Tawhid felt his breath hitch.
"What are you talking about? You guys were here!"
"No, we weren’t."
The phone nearly slipped from his grasp.
His gaze slowly shifted to the table. The book lay open.
And the pages were turning by themselves.
On the last page, three folded papers lay neatly. Tawhid’s hands trembled as he picked them up. He unfolded the first.
It detailed everything that had happened last night.
But according to the book…
He had been alone the entire time.
His chest tightened. With shaking fingers, he called Fahim. The phone rang.
Someone picked up.
But the voice wasn’t Fahim’s. It was his mother.
Sobbing.
"Son… Fahim is gone. He died in a car crash last night."
Tawhid’s blood ran cold. The phone slipped from his grasp, clattering onto the floor.
The book trembled, its pages flipping wildly. His eyes locked onto a final passage, one he hadn’t seen before.
The fourth story.
"The one who starts the game… will be the last to die."
The room shook. The lights flickered. The book slammed shut.
Darkness consumed everything.
---
Epilogue: The Forgotten Library
Days later, a group of students walked past Tawhid’s school. One of them whispered, "I heard he got that haunted book from the old library."
Another frowned. "What library? There’s nothing there anymore. That place was torn down years ago."
The camera zooms in on the empty lot.
A chilling wind sweeps across the land.
And then, just for a second, there it is.
An old, forgotten library.
Standing in the darkness.
Waiting.
......THE END.....
The clock struck 11:20 PM. Tawhid sat alone in his dimly lit room, his phone pressed against his ear. The soft glow of his screen illuminated his face as he impatiently spoke.
"Where are you guys? You’re still not here?"
Fahim’s voice crackled on the other end. "Man, we’re stuck in the worst traffic! I think it'll take another half an hour."
Tawhid groaned. "Hurry up! The new year begins in forty minutes, and I’m not celebrating without you guys!"
"Don’t worry, man! As soon as the traffic clears, we’ll be there at full speed," Rashed reassured him.
Tawhid sighed as he ended the call. He leaned back, drumming his fingers against his desk. His excitement had turned into frustration. He had planned the perfect night, a horror game to ring in the new year with his best friends.
But as the minutes dragged on, an idea sparked in his mind. He reached into his backpack, pulling out an old book he had bought from a small library near his school. Placing it on the table, he lit a candle, its flickering light casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Then, just for fun, he picked up a dice from his pocket and rolled it absentmindedly. The dice tumbled across the surface, landing inside a chalk-drawn circle. Tawhid barely noticed as he got up, startled by the sudden knock on his door.
A grin spread across his face. "That was fast! How did you guys get here so soon?"
Arif stepped inside, smirking. "The traffic just cleared all of a sudden. We got lucky."
Tawhid shrugged, too excited to think much of it. As the rest of the group entered, the night kicked off with laughter, food, and the countdown to the new year. At exactly 12:30 AM, Tawhid clapped his hands together.
"Alright, guys. Time for the main event, the horror game!"
---
Chapter 2: The Rules of the Game
Tawhid opened the book, its aged pages crinkling under his fingers.
"There are three stories in this book. Each of us will roll the dice. The number we get decides which story we read."
Rashed frowned, examining the dice. "Wait a minute. This dice has four sides. Why are there only three stories?"
Tawhid chuckled. "Yeah, I wondered about that too. I guess the book should’ve had four stories, but this was the only copy I could find. The library didn’t have any other horror books."
Rashed smirked but said nothing. The game began.
Fahim went first, rolling a 1.
---
Chapter 3: Story One – The Familiar Face
The tale followed a young man who returned home late one night. His mother was in the kitchen, cooking, just like always. She greeted him warmly, served him dinner, and they spoke like any other night.
But as he was about to sleep, a knock came at the door.
"Son, open the door! I’m locked outside!"
His blood ran cold.
His mother was outside.
Then… who was inside with him?
A chilling silence fell over the room as Tawhid and his friends exchanged uneasy glances.
Just then, a knock echoed through Tawhid’s house.
Everyone jumped. Fahim, laughing nervously, walked over to check. He opened the door slowly… but there was no one there. The hallway was empty.
---
Chapter 4: Story Two – The Reflection
Rashed took his turn, rolling a 2.
His story was about a girl who stood in front of her mirror late at night. At first, she thought her reflection was just slightly off, something about its expression felt… wrong.
Then, she realized the horrifying truth.
The figure in the mirror was not her reflection.
It was something else.
Watching.
Imitating.
Waiting.
Rashed chuckled, shaking his head. "Creepy, but predictable."
But as he turned his head toward the nearby mirror, his smile froze. His reflection… was still smiling.
But he wasn’t.
---
Chapter 5: Story Three – The Shadow Man
Arif rolled a 3.
His story told of a man who always felt like something was standing beside him. At first, it was just a shadow, lurking, silent, unmoving.
Until one night, he finally saw it.
It wasn’t a shadow at all.
It was something real.
Tawhid’s friends laughed nervously. "Okay, this is getting seriously weird," Arif muttered.
Then, he looked out the window.
There, in the darkness, something shifted. A figure… a shadow… moving. Watching.
None of them slept easy that night.
---
Chapter 6: The Real Horror
By morning, they laughed off their fear. Tawhid smirked, revealing the prank he had orchestrated, some of their other friends had dressed up and scared them.
"You guys fell for it! Best New Year’s prank ever!"
Annoyed but relieved, his friends left one by one.
Tawhid finally collapsed onto his bed, exhausted.
But at 10:00 AM, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was frantic.
"Tawhid, man, we’re so sorry. We couldn’t make it last night. One of our guys got into an accident, and we spent the night at the hospital."
Tawhid felt his breath hitch.
"What are you talking about? You guys were here!"
"No, we weren’t."
The phone nearly slipped from his grasp.
His gaze slowly shifted to the table. The book lay open.
And the pages were turning by themselves.
On the last page, three folded papers lay neatly. Tawhid’s hands trembled as he picked them up. He unfolded the first.
It detailed everything that had happened last night.
But according to the book…
He had been alone the entire time.
His chest tightened. With shaking fingers, he called Fahim. The phone rang.
Someone picked up.
But the voice wasn’t Fahim’s. It was his mother.
Sobbing.
"Son… Fahim is gone. He died in a car crash last night."
Tawhid’s blood ran cold. The phone slipped from his grasp, clattering onto the floor.
The book trembled, its pages flipping wildly. His eyes locked onto a final passage, one he hadn’t seen before.
The fourth story.
"The one who starts the game… will be the last to die."
The room shook. The lights flickered. The book slammed shut.
Darkness consumed everything.
---
Epilogue: The Forgotten Library
Days later, a group of students walked past Tawhid’s school. One of them whispered, "I heard he got that haunted book from the old library."
Another frowned. "What library? There’s nothing there anymore. That place was torn down years ago."
The camera zooms in on the empty lot.
A chilling wind sweeps across the land.
And then, just for a second, there it is.
An old, forgotten library.
Standing in the darkness.
Waiting.
......THE END.....
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