His heart beat faster than ever before, as he silently closed his bedroom door and switched on the lights. His hand reached for the mains. The current passed through the wires and the computer was ready to be switched on. His hand trembled as his index finger stroked the power button on the computer.

Was this the right thing to do? His mum was sound asleep in the other room and the internet was switched on. Had this become an obsession? Was it true he could not resist the enticement of the game he found so addictive. No, he thought. It was too dangerous. But then there was another voice almost forcing him to push the power button. If he were to do this, what if he was caught? What then? He tried to imagine the consequences, the punishments he could face. Was it worth it? Maybe it was. But then the voice came back again just as he was turning away. This time it was stronger than ever. His resistance was easily crushed, and he felt a rush of sensation when he heard the whirring and purring of the computer. Wait a second, he thought, computers don’t purr. He switched the monitor on and the purring died away.

He logged onto his username and watched the screen as it loaded. He opened the web browser and typed in the website on which the game of his dreams slept. The game came up and as soon as he logged in, the background music from the game erupted from the speakers. The boy jumped back clutching his heart; he had witnessed no greater scare in his life. He lunged for the remote and muted the music. He stood dead-still, half-expecting his door to be flung open with his mum standing in the doorway looking angry. He waited, to only be greeted by silence and nothing more. He resumed his game and stared intently at the screen. His view never flickered away and he concentrated so hard he didn’t realize his door creak open. He continued to stare at his screen and play his game.

The shadow stayed at the back of the room and watched the boy as he played away losing track of time. He soon became tired and sleepy. He then fell asleep on his keyboard and drifted off to a dreamland. The shadow came closer and its hand stoked the mouse. A window on msn popped up. It had a message on it. It read, "Hi Dan!" The figure closed the window and signed Dan out. He was still logged in on his game. The shadow took out a memory stick and inserted it into the USB port. It uploaded a Trojan virus onto the computer and then just as swiftly as it had come, the shadow was gone.

Dan woke the next morning on his keyboard and glanced towards his alarm clock. It was half past seven. His mum wouldn’t be awake for half an hour or so. Dan switched on the computer but when the computer screen lit up, something strange happened. The screen flashed and went black. Then words started to appear on the screen as if being typed by some invisible hand. It read in green eerie letters:


I am going to teach you something. You seem to play games quite often don’t you? You seem to enjoy them. Well let’s see if you enjoy playing a game with me.

Now if I win, you will be trapped in a game forever but if I lose I will leave you alone and never harm you. Now, I will upload a game to your computer and we will see if you are as good at games as you think you are.


So let’s see if you can win in a game of chess. You start.

Dan was good at computer games but not board games and he didn’t know what to do. He was scared and thought that it would go away. But it didn’t. When he tried to get up from his chair he found that he couldn’t, he was stuck. Anxious, he moved pawn forward first and the opponent moved his own pawn that was in front of his king, also forward. Soon the game was underway and the first kill was made after they had both put up their defences. Dan made the first kill only to have that very pawn killed. As he was about to attack again he noticed his finger had disappeared. He started to freak out and screamed for help.

No one can hear you Dan

And...Oh...I forgot to tell you every time you lose a piece you lose a part of your body.