JacckNightmare PT 2: He Fooled her

Memories:
"I decided to play Tower of Hell and everything was fine, until some user with the name JacckNightmare."

"I played for 2 hours and suddenly, he sent me a friend request. I just decided to turn him down."

"So to make this player stop, I just accepted it."

"He sent me an invitation to a game called 'emoH htaeD yM"

"It looked like a platform on the void consisting a black house with white objects."

"He looked like a black demon with bloody eyes with no mouth. In his arm hade a sword which had it's sword with something that looked like blood on it."

"An error message had appeared, reason? "finding a victim."

"I regret everything"

Prologue:
At least a month or two after the Jaccknightmare accident, I created a new account. Everything was fine until I joined Tower of Hell. The day was the same day of the incident, a month ago. A user called Undeadjackk191919190. He typed something in reverse which i soon noticed later after,

Dialogue (just Undeadjackk191919190 and another player who took it too far)
Undeadjackk191919190: 091919191kkcajdaednU ma I

Player: Who asked

Undeadjackk191919190: pleH ruoY deeN I

Player: Bruh ur mom didn't teach you english?

Player: Dumb Idiot

Undeadjackk191919190: EKAM OD

Main Part
He friend requested me. I thought it was strange but I refused. Soon, he messaged me saying i would stub my toe, which i did. After two whole hours of playing with this player predicting predictions that came true, I decided to play NDS (Natural Disaster Survival). 5 Minutes in and this guy joined. Like the other game, he predicted his 'predictions' again which all came true. From Predicting disasters to predicting players deaths ingame, he continued. All the players in the same lobby told him to stop but he would just say "091919191kkcajdaednU ma I"

What he said next shocked me. He said (My Roblox Username) will have bad luck on Monday. Everyone in the lobby wished me good luck and left. I got terrified and had nightmares about it. When Monday approached, I was terrified. I went to work and saw a photoframe of a man along with flowers around it. I asked the janitor nearby who it was. He said something that sent me chills. I can't forget what he said.

Dialogue
Me: Hey, janitor....

Janitor: What is it?

Me: Who is this guy?

Janitor: *Looks at photo with remorse and a saddened expression*

Me: So who is he?

Janitor: *Sighs* He's the late Jack Rickherson.

Me: Huh. (Wait, was that player him?)

Epilogue
I am scarred for life. I met a dead player. I am not sure what happens next for my life....................

Anything good or bad?