All Chapters of THE REFLECTION GAME : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

:---The rain tapped lightly against the windows of the old library as Anna flipped through the yellowed pages of an urban legends book. The room was dimly lit, the overhead light flickering occasionally, casting eerie shadows across the table. Her best friend, Mia, leaned over her shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity.“Why are you always digging into creepy stuff?” Mia asked, half-laughing, half-nervous.Anna shrugged, brushing her curly black hair out of her face. “I like stories that make your skin crawl. Look at this one,” she said, pointing to the faded text on the page.Mia leaned closer. The title read, The Reflection Game.“What’s that?” asked Logan, sliding into the chair across from them. His leather jacket was damp from the rain, and he ran a hand through his wet blond hair.“It’s some kind of ritual,” Anna said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You light a candle, stand in front of a mirror, and say this chant three times. Supposedly, it shows you your destiny.”“Destiny?”

The hand pushed harder, the glass bending outward as if whatever was inside was trying to break free. “What do we do?” Mia asked, her voice shaking. “We have to end the game,” Anna said firmly. “But we need the book to know how.” “The book’s at the library!” Sophia exclaimed, panic rising in her voice. “Then we go back—now!” Anna said. As they turned to leave, the mirror rattled violently. A distorted voice echoed from within, low and guttural: “It’s too late. You invited us in.” The group bolted, the sound of shattering glass chasing them as they fled the house. The group stumbled into the street, breathless and trembling. Ryan slammed the door behind them, his hands shaking. “What the hell just happened in there?” “I don’t know!” Logan snapped, running a hand through his hair. “But something isn’t right. That was not normal.” Anna clutched the edges of her jacket, her mind racing. “The book… it warned us. We broke the rules, and now—” “Now what?” Mia interrupted, her voice

The group ran through the empty streets, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The air felt heavier now, as though the shadows from the library were clinging to them. Every step seemed to echo louder than it should, the sound unnervingly out of sync with their movements. Anna clutched the book tightly, her knuckles white. The words she’d read replayed in her mind: The mirror’s owner must face their reflection alone. She didn’t dare tell the others that the burden fell squarely on her shoulders. “I can’t believe we’re going back there,” Logan said between breaths. “We should just smash that mirror and be done with it.” “No!” Anna shouted, stopping abruptly. The others nearly collided into her. “What do you mean, no?” Logan snapped. “That thing is the reason we’re being chased by—by whatever the hell those things are!” Anna turned to face him, her eyes fierce. “The book says smashing the mirror will make it worse. We have to end the game properly, or we’ll be stuck with them forev

“They won’t,” Anna lied. The truth was, she didn’t know. She had defeated her reflection, but the words in the book had been vague, filled with warnings but no guarantees. Logan stood, brushing dirt off his jeans. “I’m done with this. I don’t care what that book said. I’m burning it.” “No!” Anna shouted, standing abruptly. “You can’t destroy it. The book is the only thing that knows the rules. If something happens again, we’ll need it.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying you want to keep that cursed thing?” Anna hesitated, her heart pounding. “I don’t want to, but it’s safer if we don’t destroy it. We need to lock it away, somewhere no one can find it.” Logan looked unconvinced but didn’t argue. “Fine. You do what you want. I just want to get out ofAs the group began to leave the porch, a soft wind blew through the air, carrying with it a faint whisper: “We’ll see you again.” They all froze, their eyes wide. “Did anyone else hear that?” Sophia asked, her voice trembling. N

they approached. The shelves looked untouched, but Anna could feel something different in the air—something alive. “Start looking,” she said. “For anything that might explain why the book was here.” They spread out, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. --- It was Ryan who found it—a hidden panel in the back of the shelf, its wood warped and splintered. “Guys,” he called, his voice tight. “I think you need to see this.” Anna crouched beside him, running her fingers over the panel. With a bit of effort, she pried it open, revealing a small compartment. Inside was a leather-bound journal, its edges frayed with age. She opened it, and her breath caught. The handwriting was spidery and uneven, the ink faded but still legible. “The Mirror Game. A ritual passed down through whispers and fear. It grants power, but at a cost. The door it opens cannot be closed unless the game’s rules are followed precisely. To destroy the book or the mirror is to unleash what lies beyond.”