Three rambunctious teens all sat around a laptop sitting on a bed. They were surrounded in darkness other than the light the computer made.

"Look, Mon, there is a game we can play!" The teen named 'Mon' looked to where her friend was pointing. Her blue eyes stopped at a link that said 'The Shadow Game'
Mon clicked the link and a very eerie looking page popped up. A story was presented on it.

'The Shadow is a so called 'ghost story'. A game was created out of how to summon The Shadow.

What you need:
A knife
Paper
Pencil
Mirror
Candle (2)
Matches
And an offering (an object if any kind, be serious about it)

Step one: Write a letter to someone close to you, can be more than one person. Make the letter like you'll never see that person ever again. Sign it, then tape it on the outside of the door you're playing in.

Step two: Next, get your mirror set up away from any Windows, doors, etc.

Step three: Place your offering in front of the mirror and place each candle on either side. DON'T light the candles yet.

Step four: Put the knife in a reachable place but away from the mirror. You might need this if you succeed on summoning The Shadow.

Step Five: When you're ready to play light the two candles and say "May the shadows spare you" eight times.

If you succeed you should feel another presence in the room. Grab your knife and keep it close. Do NOT turn on the lights, keep the candles going. If the right candle goes out then The Shadow is leaving thinking you're not a worthy target. If the left one goes out then The Shadow is coming for you. If both of them go out then you better have that knife ready. If none of them go out then you're safe and after eight minutes you can turn on the light.

If you play this...goodLuck'

"Creepy," Said Lucy in a spooky tone. "let's play it!"

Mon shook her head. "This doesn't sound like a good idea...it may be real."

"Oh please!" Snickered Bailey, the brave one of the group. "I'll play it! Besides, The Shadow isn't real!" He stands up and begins gathering the needed things.

After everything is set up, Mon and Lucy go down to the living room to watch TV while Bailey played his 'game'. "See you losers soon!" He hesitated for a moment. "Later guys!" He shuts the door and turns to his set up.

The 'brave' teen gulped and sat down in front of the taunting mirror. He lit the candles and said what needed to be said eight times. He clasped the knife close waiting for something to happen, nothing did. He opened one eye to see both candles still lit. He sighed relieved and nervously chuckled. "I knew it wasn't r-"

The right candle goes out. Baileys heart rate sped up. His eyes dart around the room, imagining shadows dancing on the walls. Mocking him. Making him feel uneasy. Suddenly, the left one goes out. Bailey was on the edge of tears.

The dark room taunted him. It seemed as if the temperature had dropped several degrees. He felt another person in the room, a cold, dark person. It felt like someone was watching him, waiting to see his next move. He wanted to scream for Lucy and Monica but he couldn't find his voice, it was as if an icy lump was in his throat. Knots formed in his stomach. It was so cold he could see his breath in small clouds.

He wished he'd never played this so called game. He wished he was nicer to the girls, his sisters. A cold tear slid down his pale face. He had a feeling he wasn't going to see them again.

Fingers, black as night like a shadow's, wrapped around his shoulder and cold breath hit his neck. He dared to look in the mirror. What he saw scared him. A very pale woman crouched behind him. She wore a gothic looking dress that was so dark it put pitch black to shame. She wore black fishnets and no shoes. Her eyes were a foggy black. Her black painted lips turned to a smile, a one that would make a baby cry for its mother. A smile that would make poor Bailey wail for his mother.

The knife in Bailey's hands slipped and fell with a 'clank'. The Shadow picked it up and pressed it to his cheek. Her smile became wider as she slid the knife down to his collarbone.

Red hot liquid ran out of the wound, turning Bailey's favorite white shirt partly red. Bailey let out a wimper as the knife was placed on his neck. The Shadow's cold, dark laugh echoed through the dark room. He was glad he wrote the note seriously. He made it out to his family.

"You can be with the shadows now..."

'SLICE'

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Hope you enjoyed! This is an idea of how The Shadow, you, kill. I made up this game out of the top of my head, if it sounds like another game then oh well.

Hope you enjoyed.