Polybius is a purported 1981 arcade game.
Hi, my name is Alessia, and I'm from Italy. I don’t know whether you’ll believe me or not, but I need to share this. It’s vacation time, and I’ve been bored all day with nothing to do. That’s when I noticed a locked room in our house. My parents always warned me not to go inside, but since they were both out working, I finally had the chance to explore.
After searching for about half an hour, I found the key. I walked straight to the room, unlocked the door, and entered. The room was full of dust. I turned on my torch and was surprised by what I saw: a large wooden box.
I quickly opened the box and found some old photos and a journal—or more like a diary. The place and date mentioned inside were Portland, Oregon – 1981.
I started reading.
Now the story begins:
My name is Sophia. I’m so happy and excited for tomorrow—we’re finally going to play the Polybius game. People say it’s some kind of psychological experiment, but my friends and I are into adventures like this.
At 10 a.m., we went to the arcade. After playing the game, we grabbed something to eat and then went home. There are six of us in our group. One of my closest friends, Sam, drove us all back and dropped everyone off.
Later, he stopped responding to calls. I thought maybe his phone battery had died. I was tired too, so I went straight to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing, loud banging, and shouting. I panicked. The police entered and asked when I last saw Sam. I told them around 10 p.m., when he dropped me off. They informed me that Sam never made it home—and his phone was switched off. I was in complete shock.
A few days later, we got a call from the police asking us to come to the old, abandoned museum. What we saw there was horrifying. I nearly passed out. Sam’s body was found—cut open. His heart, lungs, and other organs were missing. His eyes were gone. His fingers and toes were chopped off, and his arms and legs had burn marks. It was a nightmare.
Before his death, a note had been left on his car: “I will not leave you.” We thought it was a prank. We ignored it. And then this happened.
Days passed. We tried to return to our normal routine. But then… another friend died.
Her name was Mia—my best friend. Her body was found in an abandoned hospital. She had been brutally assaulted. Her eyes were missing, her hair had been torn out, her teeth were broken, her mouth stuffed with stones and sand. Her ears were cut off. It was beyond disturbing.
Both Sam and Mia had played Polybius multiple times before their deaths. Each time they returned from the arcade, they found sticky notes on their cars that said: “We will not leave you.” They laughed it off. We all did. But now, two of my closest friends were dead.
Our remaining friends—Dahlia, Dylan, Carter, and Luna—started experiencing terrifying hallucinations. They claimed to see dark shadows following them. They began harming themselves—eating their own body parts, even attacking their family members. Eventually, they were moved to a mental hospital. Now they barely speak, their minds broken. They are like the living dead.
A month passed. I was completely alone. Then college started.
Oh, I forgot to mention—my parents also died in a car accident during this time. I’m losing my mind. I can’t sleep properly. Everything around me is collapsing. I have no one left to talk to.
One morning, I checked my phone and saw a message from a private number: “We are waiting.”
I was terrified—but I had to go to college. I noticed someone following me. Then another message popped up: “We are beside you.”
I tried to hide, but I know they'll find me eventually. I’m so afraid.
Please, remember this warning:
Never play the Polybius game.
That was the final line in the diary.
I stepped out of the room, trembling, and locked it again. I forgot to mention—my family recently moved into this house. The previous owners warned us not to enter that room. But I was curious… and now I regret it.
What happened to that girl? Is she still alive? Was she taken too?
I don’t know. But I made myself a promise—I will never enter that room again.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcEACf06WIG
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