So, you're expecting me to say the surprise, watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJJ7oNXS1nU

Before starting, I wanna tell it's been three months since the incident. Only now I had courage to turn on my computer. I have to tell what happened to me, so that don't happens to anyone else.

Transformice is a mega addictive online game created in 2010. You control a mouse, and your goal is catch the cheese and enter in the burrow on first place. Apparently it's quite simple, but the difficulty due to the skill level of the players end up leaving it very fun.

I used to play this game in the dawns of Saturday to Sunday, since it would not work the other day, and as I was not sleepy and there is absolutely nothing to do at these times, was a good hobby.

It was around 1:36 in the morning when I logged into my account. As most players are pre-teens, do not expect to see a lot of people online at this time. So I could play quiet in room 1, which is usually pretty full in the afternoon. Had about 22 rats there.

I continued playing until about 2:42 am and was ready to stop here. Shaman was just waiting to be the last time to turn off the computer and go to bed. However, out of nowhere, appeared the screen "loading" of the game and my mouse was directed to another room.

Earlier strange to not, since this had happened other times. In the room, there were only two players: myself and another, who used the nickname "Haunteduser". Since all the other rooms I used to frequent were empty, I decided to stay there and even train a little. And that's when things started to get weird.

The Haunteduser, who remained silent during the passage of five maps, sent me a sentence for whisper, not a damn sentence out of my nightmares ever since.

"And when the clock chime the reverse of the resurrection, the harbinger of sacrifice for the existence of evil will be announced."

Obviously I did not understand anything, so just replied with a question mark. Then he continued, now in the chat room, sending a few sentences that made no sense, followed by several floods of the number "666". By coincidence, I noticed that I was in room 666, had not noticed before. And after releasing some strange phrases such as "There's no hope ..." and "Malicious boy ..." several times, I realized it was just an idiot stuck a Satanist doing mock me.

I decided to ignore it and continue playing. Suddenly, he let out one more sentence:

"What happens when an innocent soul is thrown into hell?"

Haunteduser & Tom
Ignored again, until he said the name of my girlfriend: "Melissa ...", which made me jump up from his chair. Half frightened, asked: "Who are you?". No answer. "Answer me, motherfucker! Which is the problem?". Again no answer. "Say then who the hell are you". It was then that he finally replied: "Are you afraid, Tom?" How did he know my name? I was completely terrified, and lost his head, "You think this is funny? Huh? Respond damn! I'll finish the race, you son of a bitch!" Got no response to insults. And I got no answers for about two minutes.

Thinking he would not answer, I decided to give up and just close the game and end the joke in bad taste. But, to my surprise, when I tried to close the page in my browser, I could not. I tried to refresh the page, but the game was still there. I tried to shut down the computer, but the sound of "thump" acute indicated that this was not possible. Was ready to turn off the computer by the stabilizer when Haunteduser dropped over a sequence of meaningless words.

"There's no hope ..."

"Malicious ..."

"Malicious boy ..."

And one last thing he said before leaving, "Better prepare yourself, Tom. Her soul is now mine."

Before I could ask what he was saying, he left the room. I was alone. When I look at the clock, it marks exactly 3 am. Suddenly, the phone rings, and is the brother of my girlfriend, saying she was sick in the night and was taken to the hospital.

I changed ASAP and went to the hospital where she was admitted. So who had just arrived, his mother was crumbling into tears. His father was sitting on the couch in the waiting room, with hands together near the mouth, and eyes red and filled with tears. His brother punched the walls as she cried desperately, and nurses tried to hold him. Then the doctor came to me and said that Melissa had a cardiac arrest and could not resist. She was dead.

That night I could not sleep. Or the following nights. That damned prophecy made by that damned sadistic haunted my nightmares for several long nights.

Melissa's body was taken to the IML to know the cause of death, which was hitherto unknown. She had no heart disease, or smoke or drink, leaving doctors extremely intrigued.

Even today I wonder who was that guy. Would some demon who cursed me with a terrible prophecy, or some acquaintance who was just really fun of me and everything was just a macabre coincidence?

Was passed one week after the death of Melissa. His mother called me telling you about the date of the funeral. There were all our friends, droopy, costumed mourning. Then his mother came to me with an envelope in his hands, which soon gave me with a serious expression. Through not understanding, I opened the envelope. Was the result of examinations Melissa IML. I started reading and I could not believe what my eyes were seeing. In the second line of the second paragraph of the examination, said: "Cause of death: Infection by rat bites."