Trapped in the Horror Game I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply. My hands were still tense on the controller. "Damn it," I muttered. The game over screen glared back at me, taunting me with its eerie red text. The game—Shizukana Yoru no Noroi—had been messing with my nerves all night. A cursed woman, her face obscured by a mass of tangled black hair, had been relentlessly chasing me through abandoned corridors. I had almost escaped her grasp—almost. But at the last moment, she let out a bloodcurdling scream, and before I could react, the screen faded to black. “Whatever. I’ll continue tomorrow.” I turned off my console, threw myself onto my bed, and shut my eyes. Sleep took me instantly.