Five years had passed, since the accident, five long years which had affected the way Steven thought about life, five years and in all that time he had tried to hold down a real life, but he kept coming back to the fateful night when his life changed forever. No one ever found out what really happened, the case was never ever proven. Only Steven knew the real truth and he wasn't telling anyone after all this time.

He found solace in the computer he owned, TV always seemed to bore him and he didn't have many friends, certainly non to confide in. Lately he had taken to playing backgammon, online backgammon too, it was something different, chess seemed slow and he hated poker or roulette, but backgammon seemed to stimulate his intellect, and he played with a range of people from all over the world. Spending time in the chat rooms talking and learning about them and the game, Steven had got quite good. He had even mastered how to double. Rarely did he play for money, but on occasions he would indulge just to add an extra bit of spice to the evening.

It was after 11pm when Steven switched on his PC, it seemed a little slower than usual and he waited for the screen to flicker and burst into life. His desk top filled with icons, he clicked onto the icon which opened the backgammon site, and he scanned the names in the chat room looking for someone to play. He spotted a name Misty-Stranger, suspecting this was a lady he clicked on the invitation to play; the response came back, YES. He opened the screen to full and the board opened up, the dice rolled out and Steven set up his checkers in the starting position, his opponent responded. There were no words exchanged at first just some knowing moves. Both players seemed to be sizing each other up, the dice rolled and Steven took up a strategic safety position, he waited for a counter aggressive move.

The chat room words now began to type across the screen

"What's your real name?"
Steven waited before he answered.
"Steven… you?"
The words were silent. Then they began to type...
"Laura."
Steven typed quicker.
"A lady, I haven't met many ladies on here
"I haven't been here long, I came across this place by chance, and I have been away for a while."
Steven typed again. "Where?"
"No where you would know."
Steven Try Me?
"Purgatory."
"Where…
"It's between Heaven and Hell." It's your roll"
Steven read the last words and moved to the dice, the dice rolled slower than before…
"I know you Steven? Was this a rhetorical question about Steven's last move or something more? He read the words again as a chill ran through him.
"I know all about you…I know what happened five years ago".
Steven shook as his fingers typed…Who are you?
The next words he read slowly and as he absorbed them, he began to shake.
"One of your victims".
"It's impossible they are all dead".
The dice rolled and instead of the familiar spots, faces appeared on the sides of the dice, contorted faces, twisted in agony, which seemed to scream out at Steven.
"This is not possible!" Steven words were lost as the typed words Murderer and Killer and Hit and Run repeated and repeated across the screen.

'Leave me alone!' Steven's screams were lost in the clatter of the dice.

Steven tried to type faster, he reached to switch off the machine, pulling the plug from its socket, but the dice kept rolling and the checkers like the dice showed the contorted faces of the victims as they moved from one point to another. The speed of the movement increasing with every roll, Steven was powerless he watched and waited….and waited, as the pieces crashed against the side of the bar. His mind reeled in horror as it froze for a brief second, then he was back at the scene of the accident, seated in the front seat of his car, the windscreen wipers full on beating out a rhythm against the driving rain. The small car ahead of him had just applied its brake lights but Steven was traveling too fast for the road and careered and skidded before smashing through the back of the car.

The two girls in the back seat were killed instantly, the driver and passenger plunged headfirst into the windscreen, the blood that seeped against the glass ran slowly and mingled with the rain, the rivulets of red running faster and faster down the screen.

This was the last image that Steven saw as he stood outside the crushed car. He drove off and vanished into the night.

Back at the screen Steven's living nightmare was reaching the end game.

"Are you ready to end your suffering Steven, we know what you have been through, we watch you all the time?" "Steven… we are waiting for you….to join us…in one last game". Are you ready to make your move…It's your throw of the dice, Steven's dice".

The next morning Steven didn't go to work. In fact he never went to work again. The police found him after two days, they said the cause of death was a fatal electric shock from the PC, the screen was frozen displaying the last backgammon game played, in the centre of the screen were two large words in red. GAME OVER.