The Black Well Game のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Hostel Block-E“I had been there barely three weeks when one night, a scream came from the hostel.So horrifying that the entire building woke up.When people rushed there,they saw that the door of Room No. 203 was locked from the inside.There was no sound coming from within.”“The warden arrived, the door was broken —and what was inside… changed my life.”He fell silent.The room was swallowed by silence.Someone finally gathered the courage to ask,“What was it, sir?”Raghavan smiled.“The room was completely empty.But written on the wall in blood were the words —‘She has returned.’And the most terrifying part —the boy who lived in that room, Aniket,was present in my lecture the very next day.”“But sir, you said he was dead?”a student in the front asked, his voice trembling.Raghavan nodded.“Yes… I was there myself. I saw his body.His throat was slit.The police were called, a post-mortem was done.But the next day… when I walked into the class,he was sitting on the ver

The moment the candle went out, the entire auditorium was swallowed by darkness, as if someone had pulled away not just the light, but the air itself. For a few moments, it felt as though time had suddenly stopped — no breathing could be heard clearly, no one dared to move. Sitting in the darkness, hundreds of people realized for the first time that fear is most terrifying when it cannot be seen… only felt.Then, from somewhere in the back rows, a trembling whisper rose,“This… this isn’t a joke, is it?”That single question seemed to give a voice to the panic buried inside the hall. Soft sounds of chairs scraping began to echo in the darkness. Someone wanted to stand, someone wanted to run, someone just wanted to shut their eyes — but the strange thing was that no one’s legs would respond. It was as if the ground itself had seized them.Then an eerie sound tore through the silence.Creeeak…A sound like fingernails slowly dragging across a glass surface.In an instant, everyone’s bre

…yet to be written.As the names appeared, the walls began to emit soft, muffled sounds—like distant sobs. As if behind every name, someone was breathing. Some names were incomplete—half-erased, half-formed—as though someone had tried to write them and stopped at the very last moment. The blue light had deepened further, almost turning violet. In it, everyone’s faces looked sickly, as if they hadn’t seen sunlight in months.The girl in front of whom the microphone had stopped now had empty eyes. Her pupils were dilated. She was telling a story, but there was no emotion in her voice—no fear, no pain. Only facts. Dry, sharp facts.“They told me not to go near the well,” the voice said, “but I went. And I pushed.”Someone screamed, “Stop it!”But no scream came from the microphone—laughter did.Not the girl’s.Arya’s.“No story is stopped here,” the voice echoed. “Here, every truth is told completely.”Glass began to crack beneath the girl’s feet. First softly… then louder. Cracks spread

The moment the first body fell, a sound echoed.Thump.But it didn’t come from the well.It came from inside everyone.It felt as if someone had dropped a stone inside their hearts.The black flame now stood upright. The air did not stir, yet the flame trembled — as if laughing, yet restraining itself. The voices from the well became clearer, but they weren’t cries or screams.They were stories.Broken, unfinished, overlapping voices —“I didn’t think he would die…”“It was just a joke…”“If only the door hadn’t been shut…”With each voice, the walls of the well gleamed. Faces emerged in the glass, then melted away.People tried to step back.But there was no ground behind them anymore.A girl slipped, clutching the hand of the boy in front of her.He jerked his hand away.His name instantly appeared on the wall.The girl fell. Her scream was cut short — as if someone had sliced it in half.Arya tilted her head slightly.“See?” she said, her voice now tinged with curiosity.“A story a

The empty space where Rahul had been kept pulsing for a long moment.As if even the ground hadn’t yet understood that it had just swallowed someone whole.No one was breathing properly anymore.No one cried.No one screamed.Everyone was waiting.The name forming on the well’s wall wasn’t complete yet.Only the first letter glowed.Then the second.Then the third.With each letter, a sharp ache rose in someone’s chest—as if the name wasn’t being written on the wall,but carved inside them.A girl suddenly clutched her chest.Her eyes widened.“N… no…”Her voice trembled.“This isn’t my name… is it?”Arya said nothing.She only watched.A voice rose from the well—“Stories choose their own path.”Suddenly, the lights in the auditorium began to shut off—one row at a time.First the front.Then the middle.Then the ceiling vanished into darkness.Only the pale white glow of the well remained.Even that light didn’t fall evenly—it sliced faces into fragments,half-seen, half-lost.“We