Novel & Cerita Birthday Scenario Game Creepypasta

Garrix furrowed his brows with confusion, a behavior like that had to be concerning. "Shawn..." Scarlett bellowed. "Mustn't hurt...Shawn." _______________________________________________ "Why are we here, Mom?" The two Vamps wandered into the old-timey world of Pastonville, found only within Scarlett's shared subconscious with her mother. "I just thought you wanted to see where I...originally grew up." "Yeah but, Uncle Josh said this place is a cesspool of paranormal paranoia. Won't we be seen?" "The people can't see or hear us. Besides, this wasn't what I want you to show you. I wanted to tell you a story; of the first Crimson Bride."

" Scarlet got mesmerized with all the favourite people in her life , singing in chorus and dancing merrily for her. She thought that she was way too disturbed that she herself forgot her own birthday and mind slapped herself. Quickly coming back to the people singing and happily smiling , she got up and Thanked everybody taking them all in a big bear hug . Her father came to her , patted her head, and kissed on her head, adored like a little kid blessing her .... "Happy birthday my child, You have turned 21 now. " To which , everyone said … " Happy 21st birthday to you , Scarlet " But she was deep down feeling a strange sensation of like something was going to happen and as if she was going

He whispered in my ear, goosebumps rises through my skin. "You're not bad as your self." I said biting my lips teasingly, earning a low growl from me, making giggle. We reached the ball room, where the party being held, but before we completely enter the room, a group of zombie attack us, making me scream from the top of my lungs. Calix hold me tight as he yank each zombie near us, they really look zombie. "What was that for?!" "It's part of the party." He said shrugging.

When I looked in the mirror, the skinny young woman who had barely had anything more than ramen and school lunch stared back at me. My stomach lurched. The door opened, and I turned to run, knowing what was about to happen. I dug my heels in as dark shadows pulled me towards the door. I felt myself being lifted onto someone’s shoulders. I fought and kicked, but all my training and all my strength were gone. I saw the calendar on the wall, but the date was different. It wasn’t my birthday. It was the day of the Crescent Moon Festival. I screamed, grabbing anything I could manage.

] Then I send a bunch of messages to persuade Layla to cook for me. [Come on, I want to taste your cooking for once. Today is my day.] [Layla: It is not even your birthday.] [You are late to my birthday last year.] Layla: It's because I am preparing for your gift!] [When it was your birthday last year, I had prepared your gift months in advance.] [I even baked a cake on your sixteenth birthday.] [Ah, also when you reach black belter I throw a party for you.] [Can't you do this for me?]

But who knew that the fantasy romance novel would suddenly get turned into a horror novel. 'Halloween's Party', a game where selected people gets chosen to participate in a supernatural survival game. Those selected people are called as the ‘Players’. It is said that if you complete and clear 'Halloween's Party' you will get what you desire. No matter the wealth, beauty, power or even immortality.

Savannah said, “If you want to do a dare, we should do something of a larger scale. It’s the Ghost Festival today. Many ghostly spirits will roam the world at midnight. Whoever loses the game should go out at night.” The other sisters all burst out into laughter. “What kind of dare is that? We won’t be afraid even if you make us go out every night, let alone tonight.” Savannah said, “Alright, since all of you aren’t afraid, whoever loses the game will have to go out at night as punishment. You’ll have to bear the consequences of your own actions.” The sisters said indignantly, “We’ll accept the bet.” Jenson joined the team that would be playing the game. However, he was way too much of a gen

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid Mission accomplished, they got scared. Instead of them to go to sleep they decided to play one last game. The oldest kid among them suggested The Closet Game. In this game all you have to do is step inside a closet that let’s not a silver of moonlight in, hold up an unlighted match and say, “Show me the light or leave me in darkness”. After a few moments, you are supposed to hear whispers and feel a p