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Secret Game written by

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me, Brooke, nope. Narrated.

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Oh hey, everybody, they're

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back. They came back.

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Take it away, Bridget. Narrated

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by not me, Brooke Jeanette.

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is Kayla Timshiv. Mrs.

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Lander is Emma Schrujarco.

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Jess is Carly Koulihan.

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And Emma is Abigail

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Blythe. Are you ready?

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Sit back. Turn down the lights.

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And now, on with

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the show. I

3:42

had another dream about Emma that night. This

3:46

time, it was just me and her. We

3:49

were both adults, the ages

3:51

we are in the present. Or

3:53

I guess, the age that she was.

3:55

We were on

3:57

a beach somewhere, walking on the sand.

4:00

And it didn't seem strange that we

4:02

were together after so much time. Dreams

4:05

are like that. It

4:07

was just...comfortable. We

4:11

didn't say anything to each other. We

4:13

were just there. Just together.

4:17

The sun was setting, and the sky

4:19

was getting dark over the water. There

4:22

was a pier in the distance. It

4:25

was nice. It

4:27

felt good. I

4:29

don't think I knew that she was gone in

4:32

the dream. But I

4:34

could tell that this moment was precious. That

4:38

it wouldn't last. The

4:48

next morning, I woke up at my regular

4:50

time. It was

4:52

still dark out. I'd gotten

4:54

used to sleeping in. When

4:57

I checked my phone, I saw

4:59

that the group thread with Abby, Jess, and

5:01

Kaley had been going all night. Jess

5:04

had tried another Reddit post. She

5:07

asked if anyone else had tried the

5:09

Mirror ritual from Ella and the Secret

5:11

Game. No responses

5:13

yet. We learned

5:15

that, since there are so

5:17

many legends and stories about mirrors,

5:20

it's almost impossible to research

5:22

one particular ritual. She

5:25

tried another approach and googled,

5:27

Mirror Demon and Mirror

5:29

Spirits, trying to figure out

5:31

a name for what might be causing this. But

5:35

again, there was just so much. At

5:38

a certain point, too much information

5:40

has the same effect as no

5:42

information. If no

5:45

one responded to Jess's Reddit post about

5:47

Ella and the Secret Game, we

5:50

would be on our own. I

5:54

kept scrolling through the group thread while I got ready.

5:57

They'd been going all night. There was one

5:59

more. Just one bit of information that seemed

6:01

to be helpful. Jess

6:04

learned that ever since the invention

6:06

of both glass and mirrors, there

6:08

have been stories about them being

6:10

gateways for spirits. Kaylee

6:12

had chimed in and said that this

6:14

explained why she'd seen Emma through glass. This

6:18

explained a lot of what Kaylee and

6:20

Jess had described. If

6:22

there was some kind of mirror spirit

6:24

or mirror demon, it could

6:26

torment you through glass as well. But

6:30

what about Abby hearing her dad's voice over

6:32

the phone? And what

6:34

about someone walking out of my

6:36

childhood closet? Why

6:38

wasn't it confined to glass and mirrors

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for us? Kaylee

6:44

posted links to several articles that looked

6:46

like they could have been old Geocities

6:48

or Angel Fire accounts. They

6:51

had information about curses and how to

6:53

reverse them. This is

6:55

basically what we're talking about, right? Whether

6:58

we want to call it a curse or not. After

7:01

that, Kaylee went silent for the

7:03

night, probably falling asleep. But

7:06

Jess and Abby kept going. Jess

7:09

found some other articles that may or

7:11

may not have been more reliable sources,

7:14

but at least the websites looked like they were made

7:16

in the last decade. Finally,

7:19

Abby said that we needed to figure out how

7:21

to fix a ritual if we did it wrong.

7:24

And in this case, we'd done it wrong

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by doing it alone. Jess

7:29

posted a link to another Reddit thread

7:31

she'd created. If

7:33

you perform a ritual incorrectly and

7:35

bad things happen, how

7:37

do you fix it? She

7:39

went on to say that if any of

7:42

her partners or patients found these posts, she'd

7:44

be ruined. Almost

7:46

immediately responses came pouring in.

7:49

People suggested surrounding your house with

7:51

salt or keeping symbols and

7:54

wards around to counteract the curse. But

7:57

there was one suggestion that came

7:59

up. over and over, and

8:02

it seemed too simple to be true. If

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the curse came because you did the ritual

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wrong, do it again, but

8:10

correctly this time. Abby

8:15

and Jess had both stopped posting after 2

8:18

a.m. It

8:20

looked like everyone had a long night except

8:22

me. I'd laid in

8:24

bed reading longer than I should have, and

8:27

I was going to need to hurry to get ready for work.

8:30

It was my first day back to work since

8:33

Emma died. I

8:39

took a shower and got dressed, mindful

8:41

of my reflection in the mirror when

8:44

I checked myself before walking out the

8:46

door, looking for

8:48

anything unusual, anything

8:50

that didn't fit, but

8:52

everything was just as it should be. I

8:59

took 65 North into the city. It

9:01

slowed down around Brook Street and St.

9:03

Catherine as

9:05

the freeway made its way through the old city. The

9:09

sun rose over the buildings downtown.

9:13

It was Friday morning. When

9:19

I got to my desk, there was a card

9:21

that everyone in my department had signed while I was

9:23

gone. I'd never

9:25

actually told them what was wrong, just

9:28

that there was a death of a close friend. Other

9:31

than the card, no one mentioned

9:33

it, and that's exactly what

9:35

I'd hoped for. It

9:40

didn't take long to get back into the routine

9:42

of my workday. I had a

9:44

mountain of emails and messages to get through, but

9:47

once I caught up, I fell right

9:49

back into my normal routine. My

9:52

phone started buzzing around 10 a.m. Kaley

9:55

was the first one to post in the group chat

9:57

again. Wow, you all really did it. dug

10:00

into it, it's going to take me a

10:02

while to catch up. I

10:04

realized that I hadn't responded yet either. I

10:07

typed out that I'd read what I could before

10:09

work, and I'd get all caught up as soon

10:12

as possible. Jess responded

10:14

to say that she'd stayed up way too

10:16

late and she was going to be worthless

10:18

today. We couldn't exactly

10:20

pull all-nighters like we used to. Abby

10:23

agreed and posted a half dozen crying

10:26

emojis. As

10:29

lunch came and went, and as I

10:31

got deeper into the day's work, I

10:33

started to doubt myself again. It's

10:36

hard to believe in ghosts or spirits

10:38

while you're at an office job. Everything

10:41

is too sterile, too fluorescent.

10:45

In the light of day, the conversation last

10:47

night felt silly. Sure,

10:50

maybe I'd grown up programmed to

10:52

believe in evil spirits, but

10:54

I stopped believing in all of that years

10:57

ago. That impulse

10:59

may raise its head initially, but

11:01

no matter what I'd seen and what I'd

11:04

heard from my friends, I

11:06

just couldn't help but default to a skeptical

11:08

mindset in the end. It's

11:10

just who I was. I

11:17

stayed a little late at the office to get caught

11:19

up. The sun was starting

11:21

to go down on my drive home. I'd

11:24

been so wrapped up in Emma's death and

11:27

going back and forth to my hometown that

11:29

my apartment had become a bit of a

11:31

wreck. I put

11:33

a long overdue load of laundry into

11:35

the washing machine, and I started

11:37

dinner. I

11:39

looked out the kitchen window while I washed

11:41

my hands. Enough

11:44

leaves had fallen from the trees that

11:46

I could really start to see the buildings on

11:48

the next street over. They

11:51

were a lot like mine. Two

11:53

and three story old brick apartment buildings

11:55

from the 19 teens and 20s. I

12:00

noticed a light come on in a window on

12:02

the next street. The same one

12:04

as earlier in the week, but now

12:06

there were fewer leaves blocking my line of

12:08

sight. I watched

12:10

a woman walk into view. It

12:13

looked like it was also a kitchen window. She

12:16

seemed to be doing something in the sink for a moment,

12:19

washing her hands too maybe. It

12:22

wasn't long enough to do any dishes. Then

12:25

she walked away and turned off the

12:27

light. I finished

12:30

my own dishes and put some

12:32

water on the stove to boil pasta. My

12:35

phone was buzzing on the counter, the

12:38

group thread still going. My

12:40

phone hadn't been this active since I was

12:43

in college. It was

12:45

nice to reconnect and feel

12:47

like I belonged to the group again. The

12:50

thread had veered off topic a couple of

12:52

times, but it had come back around.

12:56

The last place I'd really paid attention

12:58

was when Abby suggested we do the

13:00

ritual again, just like

13:02

the posts online suggested. If

13:05

you do a ritual wrong, the best thing

13:07

you can do to fix it is to do it

13:09

again, but the right way this

13:11

time. We were

13:13

talking about playing the mirror game again.

13:17

Jess said that it couldn't hurt anything. If

13:20

we've already awoken something or

13:22

opened some portal, well, it's

13:25

already awake or opened

13:27

or whatever. It

13:30

was really starting to sound unhinged.

13:33

And honestly, Jess was the last person

13:35

I expected to buy into this. Kaylee

13:39

responded, but what if it

13:41

does make it worse? Abby,

13:44

even if something happens, maybe we'll

13:46

end up with more information to figure out

13:48

a solution. Kaylee,

13:50

or something will reach out,

13:53

grab us and take us

13:55

to some other dimension. Jess,

13:59

we should watch... poltergeist. That reminds

14:01

me of the TV scene. Abby.

14:05

Absolutely not. Kaylee.

14:08

Where would we even do it? I don't

14:10

think my hotel will work. There's a nightlight

14:12

built into the light switch and it won't

14:14

get completely dark. Abby.

14:18

My bathroom has a window. It won't

14:20

be completely dark either. I don't

14:23

know what came over me, but I

14:25

started typing out a response. We

14:28

could use my mom's house. There

14:30

was a response almost right away. Jess.

14:35

Is your mom gonna be okay with that? It

14:38

occurred to me that Jess and Kaylee didn't know

14:40

mom was in a home now. I

14:42

gave them a little update and told them it

14:44

would be fine. Mom would

14:46

never know any different. I

14:50

felt a sudden pang of guilt that I'd

14:52

spent so much time in town this week

14:54

without visiting her again. Kaylee

14:57

jumped in. As long as

14:59

you think it'll be okay, it might be the

15:01

best thing we have. Abby

15:04

agreed and then changed the subject.

15:07

Emma's mom had reached back out to her. Since

15:10

she still lived in our hometown, she

15:12

was the only one still in touch with Emma's

15:14

family. Abby said that

15:16

we were all invited to awake at her

15:18

house after the service. It

15:21

was still the house where Emma had lived when

15:23

we were kids, where we played

15:25

the mirror game in the basement, and

15:28

where we'd sat up late at night so many

15:31

times, taking photos

15:33

with our Polaroids and disposable cameras,

15:36

talking about our crushes and our

15:38

futures. It's funny

15:40

how little of it actually came true.

15:45

In a few minutes, we all agreed on the

15:47

plan for tomorrow. We'd go to

15:49

the funeral. We'd go to the

15:51

wake at Emma's mom's house afterward. Then

15:54

we would go to my mom's house and

15:57

we'd play the mirror game. And

16:01

while we were at Emma's, maybe

16:03

we'd see if anything jogs

16:05

our memories. I

16:13

ate my dinner on the couch and turned on a

16:15

show I'd been watching. The

16:17

conversation in the group thread turned toward

16:19

the funeral tomorrow. Kaylee had

16:21

packed clothes for the funeral, and she sent

16:24

a mirror selfie. She

16:26

had on a dark purple jumpsuit, classy

16:28

and kind of bohemian. She

16:31

somehow manages to look put together and like she'd

16:33

be ready for the beach at the same time.

16:37

Everyone told her that she looked great. She

16:40

asked what everyone else was wearing. Jess

16:43

responded. I groaned.

16:46

Not about how she looked, but about how I was

16:48

going to feel next to her. Of

16:51

course, Jess looks polished. Wide

16:54

leg black slacks, heels, and

16:57

a white scoop neck blouse with a blazer.

16:59

It's all tailored, and it's all modern. Next,

17:05

Abby responded with a photo of her outfit,

17:07

laid out on her bed. A simple

17:10

black A-line dress and the

17:12

most appropriate black pumps I

17:14

have ever seen. Next

17:17

to it, she's laid out a tan cardigan.

17:20

I noticed that Kaylee was the only one

17:22

to stay silent as we talked up Abby's

17:25

outfit. I rolled my

17:27

eyes. I should probably

17:29

get my outfit ready too. I

17:32

went through my drawers in my bedroom, and

17:35

then I went to my closet, as if

17:37

I were expecting to find something new, something

17:40

chic or modern, or

17:42

at least from this century. My

17:45

work clothes were nice, but way too

17:47

corporate. So I put on

17:49

my favorite jeans. These were

17:52

also my date jeans. I

17:54

worried they may not feel appropriate for grieving.

17:58

I tried another pair. Dark

18:00

white. wash jeans, my pair of

18:02

nice flats, and a blouse

18:04

I bullied myself into buying last year when

18:06

I was getting tired of my usual style.

18:10

It's a little more frilly than I usually go

18:12

for, and it was way

18:14

too expensive. But it's

18:16

nice, and it's black, and I have

18:19

a cardigan that will look good with it. I

18:22

arranged the outfit on my bed, just like

18:24

Abby had, and I sent a photo to

18:26

the group. My

18:29

phone went quiet for a few minutes. It

18:32

had been going nonstop most of the day,

18:35

so I noticed the silence. I

18:38

looked at the clock. It was only

18:40

9. Maybe everyone

18:42

else was exhausted from last night's

18:44

research session that went into the

18:46

early morning hours. I

18:49

was tired too. I got

18:51

my dishes from the coffee table in my living room,

18:53

and I took them to the sink. While

18:57

I was there, I saw the

18:59

light come on in the building behind me again. The

19:02

same one as before. Then,

19:05

I saw the same woman's

19:07

silhouette in front of the window. She

19:10

put something in her own kitchen sink. Then

19:13

she turned away and left the window.

19:16

The light goes off again. Is

19:19

she washing her entire kitchen one dish at

19:21

a time? I dismissed

19:23

the thought. Not my problem.

19:26

I started washing my own dishes, and

19:29

then I saw the light come back

19:31

on. Same thing. She

19:33

comes to the sink. She fusses over

19:36

something for a few seconds. She

19:38

leaves, and the light goes off. But

19:42

for the first time, I really

19:44

notice it. It's

19:47

not just that she's repeating herself.

19:50

It's exactly the same.

19:53

The same motion. The

19:56

same amount of time. It's

19:58

like I'm watching a loop. A

20:01

video playing over and over

20:03

again. A

20:05

feeling of dread comes over me.

20:08

It begins in my chest and

20:11

then spreads out to my arms and

20:13

legs. I feel

20:15

lightheaded. My vision starts

20:17

to go red with adrenaline. Another

20:21

loop begins. Lights

20:24

on. She enters my line of sight. She

20:27

leaves. Lights off. I

20:30

think back to the group chat last night. Someone

20:33

had said that glass and mirrors can act

20:35

in the same way. Who

20:38

am I kidding? It's just

20:40

someone doing their dishes, right? But

20:44

then, lights on. I

20:47

lean in over the sink and try to make

20:49

out a face. Make out

20:51

any kind of detail about her. I

20:53

watch what she's doing. Looking

20:56

for any little change. A

20:58

movement. A turn of the head. I

21:01

count seconds. One

21:03

one thousand. Two one thousand. Three

21:07

one thousand. I

21:09

get all the way to sixteen. Then,

21:13

lights out. I

21:16

wait. Lights

21:18

on. One one thousand.

21:21

Two one thousand. All

21:23

the way to sixteen. Lights

21:26

out. I

21:29

have an idea. One that

21:31

I hesitate to go through with. Lights

21:35

on. I reach up and pop the

21:37

lock on the window. She

21:39

comes to the sink. I

21:41

move as quickly as I can to pull

21:43

open the window and I get my fingers

21:46

under the frame. One

21:48

one thousand. Two one

21:50

thousand. I pull up

21:52

on the frame and the window slides up.

21:56

And just as the glass passes out

21:58

of my line of sight. It

22:01

changes. The

22:04

light was on, but the moment

22:06

I wasn't seeing it through the glass, the

22:09

moment there was open air between

22:11

us, the light in the next

22:13

building was out. It

22:16

didn't make sense. Or

22:18

worse, it did make sense. I

22:21

pulled the window closed. The

22:24

light was back on. Oh my

22:26

God! How is this happening?

22:31

The woman was there in the window too, but

22:34

she was different. She

22:36

wasn't fussing over something in the sink. She

22:40

was staring straight at

22:42

me. She had

22:44

a wide, feral grin across her

22:47

face. It took

22:49

me too long to recognize her. It

22:53

was Emma. I

23:00

wasn't thinking. I was just

23:02

moving. I found my

23:05

keys and I shot out of my

23:07

apartment door, down the stairs and out

23:09

onto the street. I

23:12

was hyperventilating. I shot

23:14

looks up and down the street, behind

23:16

me. I spun around.

23:19

I was looking for her. I

23:21

was looking for danger. But

23:23

the street was empty. I

23:26

got to my car and I got in, and

23:29

I just started driving.

23:32

I had no destination in mind.

23:36

I just needed to be away from there. Away

23:39

from that window. Away

23:41

from my apartment. My

23:44

phone was in the passenger seat and it

23:47

started buzzing like crazy. Every

23:49

couple seconds there was a message. I

23:52

finally got to a parking lot at the

23:54

edge of my neighborhood, where I

23:56

felt safe stopping. When

23:59

I looked at my car, my messages, the group

24:01

thread was moving fast. It

24:04

was happening to them too. It

24:07

was happening to everyone at

24:09

the same time. It

24:12

wasn't the same thing. Everyone

24:14

saw something different. But

24:17

she'd appeared to all of us.

24:20

Kaylee was lying on her bed. She

24:23

looked up at the hotel mirror, and

24:26

Emma was standing right next to

24:29

her. Abby

24:31

saw her on TV. She

24:33

was watching a show, and Emma

24:35

walked into the frame and right up

24:38

to the edge of the screen. Jess

24:41

saw her out the window standing

24:44

on her lawn. She

24:46

grabbed a weapon and opened the front

24:48

door. When she

24:51

did, Emma was gone. But

24:54

just like it happened to me, as

24:57

soon as Jess closed the storm door,

25:00

as soon as the glass passed over

25:03

her line of sight, Emma

25:06

was standing dead center, looking

25:09

in at her. No

25:15

wonder the group chat had gone quiet.

25:18

We were all in the middle of

25:20

our own personal hauntings. Everyone

25:23

else had done the same thing. We'd

25:26

gotten out of wherever we'd been, and

25:29

we were all just driving around aimlessly.

25:32

Kaylee was sitting in the hotel parking

25:34

lot. No one

25:36

wanted to go back home tonight. I

25:40

knew a place we could go. I

25:43

sent mom's address to the chat, not

25:46

that any of them needed it. We

25:48

all knew each other's childhood homes by heart.

25:52

I looked down at myself. I

25:55

was basically wearing pajamas. I

25:57

didn't even have shoes on. There

26:00

was no way I was going back

26:02

to the apartment, not

26:04

tonight. I started

26:06

the car again, and I pointed

26:08

my headlights toward the nearest freeway. And

26:12

then, from our different cities

26:14

and our different lives, we

26:17

started making our way back home.

26:23

We were all seeing this thing in new

26:25

ways. It was getting

26:27

worse, and I was

26:29

starting to worry that we weren't safe

26:32

anywhere. But, if

26:34

we weren't safe anywhere, maybe

26:37

we were better off together than

26:39

alone. While

26:45

they waited for Jess and I to drive home,

26:48

Abby and Kaylee were already in town.

26:51

Kaylee went to the church parking lot, the

26:54

place where we'd spent so much of

26:56

our childhoods. Abby

26:59

went to the waterfront and

27:01

parked in the shadow of the old church

27:03

building, too, but out

27:05

of sight from Kaylee's headlights. She

27:09

could see the river from where she parked, where

27:11

we used to look out on the dark water. She

27:15

watched the lights twinkling on the Indiana side

27:17

of the river, lights

27:19

that hadn't been there when we used

27:21

to walk that railroad bridge half

27:24

our lifetime ago. The

27:27

two of them were so close to each

27:29

other, only a couple of

27:31

blocks apart. But in

27:33

another sense, they were

27:35

as far away from each other as

27:37

they'd ever been. But

27:40

the church was a place where any of

27:42

us might feel a sense of safety, even

27:44

though none of us were religious anymore. In

27:48

that church, it's where Emma's

27:50

funeral would be held tomorrow. As

27:53

I was getting close to town, I sent

27:55

the group chat a new message that

27:58

I'd be at mom's house in 10 minutes. 10 minutes.

28:09

We all arrived at about the same time.

28:13

One by one, headlights pulled into

28:15

the driveway and parked on the

28:17

street. The four of

28:19

us went inside together. There

28:22

wasn't much to be said. Until

28:25

that point, all of our

28:27

conversations about the mirror game had been

28:29

theoretical. What was it?

28:32

What did it do? Was there

28:34

a spirit behind it? But

28:37

that night, we stopped talking

28:39

theoretically, and we started to make

28:41

a plan. We

28:44

didn't have all of the information we'd

28:46

like to have, nowhere near

28:48

it. But we also didn't

28:50

have time. We could

28:53

tell that this was building towards something. Kaylee

28:56

asked, why didn't we just all go

28:58

our separate ways? Hadn't

29:00

it been better then? But

29:03

what if we went our separate ways, and

29:06

it didn't get better? What

29:08

if we had to come back again anyway? Why

29:11

waste the time? It

29:14

had something to do with Emma's death. It

29:17

had to. Because that's when

29:19

it all started up again for us. We

29:23

couldn't put it off any longer. We'd

29:26

take every precaution. We'd

29:29

do everything the right way. No

29:32

cutting corners. In

29:35

the next 24 hours, we'd

29:38

have one more sleepover. And

29:43

we'd have one more game. Thanks

29:55

for joining us for this episode of 13. If

29:57

you like what you've heard, stop what you're doing,

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and leave a five- star rating and review wherever

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Part 4, written by Ian

30:06

Epperson, narrated by Brooke Jeanette, Kaylee

30:08

as Shelby Novak, Abby

30:10

as Kayla Tempshev, Mrs. Lander is

30:12

Emma Scharjarko, Jess is

30:15

Carly Koolahan, and Emma is

30:17

Abigail Blythe, editing and sound

30:19

design by Brooke Jeanette, music by Kayla Britchie.

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