The game was simple. Take the match box, go into the closet, say the words ‘Show me the light or leave me in the dark,’ then light the match as soon as you hear a faint whisper. I’ve been told that if you failed to light the match in time you’d be pulled into an eternal darkness. Although, if you do light the match in time you have to slowly leave the closet. I’m not sure what happens after that and I didn’t want to try it, but my friends finally convinced me to go through with the stupid game.
Right now I’m standing right in front of my closet door, matchbox in hand. I take a deep breath and enter the closet. When I walk in, they close the door behind me, the darkness consuming whatever light had entered the closet. I jump when the door slammed shut, letting out a small scream. The closet was small, the hanging clothes making it seem smaller. My breaths start to quicken as I start to feel claustrophobic. “S-show me the light or leave me in the dark,” I say. My voice is low, but I say it.
I wait a couple seconds and sigh, it wasn’t real. I’m about to leave when I hear the faintest whisper, I almost think it was just in my head. I quickly take the match and drag the head of the match against the striker. The first time fails. I quickly triy again, fearing it is too late, then the match sparks, and the flame grows.
I sigh, relieved, and slowly leave the closet. My friends who are supposed to be waiting on the other side are not there. I heave a sigh, knowing that this was all a trick. It was pretty late when we started the game so I think I should get some sleep, it would do me some good.
I lay in bed and close my eyes, when I do so, I hear something move in my closet. I look over and there is nothing. I decide to ignore it and try to sleep again. Then I hear the noise again. This time when I look, there are two eyes staring back at me from the closet. I start to shake, not sure what to do. The eyes look like the flame of a match, they flicker as I continue to stare. I reach for the lamp on the nightstand beside me and turn it on. When I do so, the eyes disappear. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding and lay on my side, facing away from the closet. I keep the light on though, not wanting the eyes of flame to come back. Then, in my ear I hear faint whispers, but I can’t make out what they are saying. I turn over and my eyes widen at the sight. A demon with pitch-black skin is staring at me with a huge grin that went from ear to ear. It has sharp, white teeth that make me shake even more. The thing that stood out the most though are its fiery eyes looking down at me. He puts his hand on the lamp, then everything goes dark.