VR curse:into the pharaohs nightmare - The last player

After the incident, New Tech erased everything.

Security footage vanished.

Medical reports disappeared.

Families were paid to stay silent.

Officially…

no one died.

But deep inside the system…

something was still alive.

Watching.

Waiting.

A month later, two brothers walked into the facility.

Zachary and Mike.

Mike had always loved games. Horror. Adventure. Anything exciting.

Zachary didn’t.

He only came because of one reason:

To protect his little brother.

Like he always had.

Since they were kids.

Since the day Mike held his hand during a thunderstorm and said,

"As long as you're with me, nothing bad can happen."

Zachary had promised him:

"I’ll always keep you safe."

Mike put on the headset.

At first, he laughed.

“This is awesome!”

But minutes later…

The laughter stopped.

“Zack… something’s wrong…”

“I can’t take it off.”

His hands shook.

The headset wouldn’t move.

Inside the game, Mike ran through dark stone corridors.

Torches flickered.

Whispers echoed.

Then he saw them.

Bodies.

Not characters.

Not animations.

Real people.

Frozen in fear.

Some looked like they had been running.

Some looked like they were screaming.

All dead.

And then—

They moved.

Their shadows twitched.

Their hollow eyes followed him.

One of them whispered:

“Leave… before you stay with us…”

Outside, Zachary tried pulling the headset off.

Nothing.

His heart dropped.

This wasn’t a game.

He investigated New Tech.

Digging through deleted files.

Old forums.

Hidden reports.

And finally…

A name.

Bramel.

A sorcerer.

Hired to make the game “more realistic.”

But he didn’t create fear.

He created a curse.

A curse that judged sins.

Anyone guilty of bloodshed…

would never leave alive.

Zachary remembered.

Months ago…

Mike had been involved in a robbery.

Someone died.

They buried the truth.

But the curse hadn’t.

Desperate, Zachary tracked Bramel to a small house near the desert.

Candles burned.

Strange symbols covered the walls.

“You made this curse,” Zachary said.

Bramel smiled calmly.

“I didn’t create it.”

“I simply opened the door.”

“The tomb judges souls… not me.”

“Then tell me how to stop it!”

The old man studied him.

“You can break it.”

“But every spell demands a price.”

He explained:

“There is a hidden chamber inside the game.

Marked by a star.

Beneath it lies a scroll.”

“Read it… and the curse may break.”

“May?” Zachary asked.

“If your heart carries guilt… the tomb will claim you too.”

Zachary hesitated.

Because he wasn’t innocent.

He helped hide the crime.

He stayed silent.

He was guilty too.

Still…

He wore the headset.

Darkness swallowed him.

The tomb felt different now.

Angrier.

Alive.

Whispers crawled along the walls.

And then—

He saw them.

The victims from before.

Sam.

Andrew.

Mary.

Johnny.

Gina.

Their bodies weren’t gone.

Their spirits were trapped.

Walking endlessly.

Eyes empty.

Sam looked at him and whispered:

“Save your brother… before you become one of us…”

Fear stabbed through him.

But he kept running.

“MIKE!”

He found Mike dragged toward a massive stone grinder by a towering mummy.

Mike was crying.

“I don’t want to die!”

Zachary stepped forward, shaking.

He shouted the ancient chant Bramel taught him.

Symbols burned in the air.

The mummy screamed and turned to dust.

They ran together.

Traps triggered.

Walls collapsed.

The tomb didn’t want them to escape.

It was testing them.

Judging them.

Finally…

They found it.

A glowing star carved into the ground.

Zachary dug with his bare hands.

Blood mixed with sand.

Until—

He found the scroll.

Ancient words burned across it.

He read them aloud.

The tomb roared.

Visions flooded his mind.

Every lie.

Every secret.

Every sin.

A voice echoed:

“Why should you be forgiven?”

Tears filled his eyes.

“I was afraid… but I won’t run anymore.”

“I’ll protect him… even if it costs me.”

Light exploded.

The tomb cracked apart.

Everything shattered.

He woke up on the floor.

The headset fell off.

Mike gasped beside him.

Alive.

Free.

The curse was broken.

But not without a price.

A strange black mark appeared on Zachary’s wrist.

A star.

Burned into his skin.

Still glowing faintly.

Bramel’s voice echoed in his memory:

“Curses never truly die… they only change form.”

Zachary reported everything to the police.

New Tech shut down the VR project.

Publicly.

But secretly…

they were already working on something new.

Something smarter.

Something that didn’t need headsets.

Weeks later, an advertisement appeared:

“Introducing N-Tech’s first intelligent talking robot.”

Friendly.

Helpful.

Human.

During the presentation…

the robot suddenly turned its head.

Looked directly at Mike.

And in a soft, familiar voice…

it whispered:

“Did you miss us?”

The voice sounded exactly like Sam.

On the robot’s screen…

a small symbol flickered.

A star.

Still glowing.

Still watching.

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