Firas sat hunched over his desk, eyes fixed on the screen before him. The game had been exhilarating, a series of intricate puzzles and hidden passages in an old mansion. But tonight, something felt different. As he navigated through the digital corridors, a new door appeared, one he had never seen before. On it, the words glowed ominously: "Enter if you dare."
Firas felt a strange pull, an irresistible curiosity urging him to proceed. As he clicked the button, the screen went black, and a low groan echoed from the speakers. The chilling sound of someone pleading for help sent shivers down his spine. When the display flickered back to life, Firas's heart dropped. The mansion now mirrored his own home in eerie detail, every piece of furniture, every picture frame identical.
A shadowy figure emerged on the screen, its face obscured, yet its eyes seemed to lock onto Firas. The voice that followed was haunting, a whisper that felt too real: "You shouldn’t have entered… now you’re trapped with me!" The power in his room flickered, and Firas heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway.
Firas turned towards the door, heart pounding. The footsteps grew louder, echoing ominously in the silence. His bedroom door creaked open slowly, revealing only a void of blackness. Panic gripped him, but he forced himself to look back at the screen. The figure on the screen grinned, its smile a sinister promise: "The game isn’t over yet, Firas."
The only way out was through solving the puzzles, each one pulling him deeper into the game's sinister reality. With every solution, the figure's hold seemed to tighten, but Firas pressed on, his mind racing against the clock. The footsteps paused at the doorway, an unseen presence lingering, waiting.
Firas finally broke free from the game's grip, shutting it down for good. Exhausted but relieved, he sat back, reflecting on the night's ordeal. He had learned a valuable lesson: some mysteries are better left unsolved. As curiosity tugged at him, he resolved to be more cautious, for not every door should be opened.
