Simon Ghost Riley. ndjs

Every night for you was like the seven circles of hell. Fear. Fear that gripped you every time you fell into a dream. Because you knew that until you solved all the secrets, you would not get out of there, and if you did, you would definitely not be alive.

Animal fear. You are in a dark room. Alone. Possibly. Ahead of you is a red light that illuminated something on the floor. Your legs are crooked, but you still continue your way forward and only forward.

Approaching and entering a small circle of light, you noticed a small mirror. Picking up the object in your hands, you began to examine it: on the back of the mirror was a small golden cross and several cracks that diverged from this cross in a small stream.

Turning the glass towards yourself, you looked into the mirror. Fear gripped every part of your body, filling you to the brim. There was a face behind you, a scarlet face. Sharp teeth with a wide smile and a displeased look. The creature slightly twisted his smile and pointed