The Devil’s Dice
On Halloween night, Eddie wandered into a run-down gambling den at the edge of Greystone. He’d lost everything—money, family, pride. But tonight, he felt something pulling him in.
Inside, the air was thick with smoke and the murmur of desperate voices. At the far end of the room, a tall man sat at a table, shrouded in darkness. His eyes gleamed red, his smile too wide.
“Care for a roll?” the man asked, sliding a set of dice toward Eddie.
“What’s the stake?” Eddie asked, already reaching for the dice.
The man’s smile grew. “Your soul.”
Eddie laughed, shaking his head. “It’s just a game.”
But when he rolled, the dice didn’t stop. They spun across the table, glowing red before fading to black.
“You’ve lost,” the man whispered, his voice cold like death.
Suddenly, the room tilted. The walls cracked. The floor split beneath Eddie’s feet. He tried to run, but his legs were frozen. The dealer’s laugh echoed as the air grew thick with the stench of decay.
Eddie’s soul was gone—lost in the gamble of his life, on a Halloween night that would never.