Birthday Scenario Game Creepypasta Novels & Stories

One blazing midsummer day, 49 of my colleagues and I are suddenly added to an unfamiliar gaming group chat. A notification window popped up with a message. "Attention, players. This is a survival game set in an apocalyptic world. Players who succeed in surviving for a week will get a share of the 100 million dollar prize pool." The system then dropped a ten-million-dollar gift that anyone could claim, as if it were afraid that we wouldn't believe it. My colleagues, who at first believed that we had somehow gotten ourselves involved in a scam, immediately changed their tune when they got their hands on the money.

Lucas moves around the room, he come across a room where the light is bright and decorated. The words on the banner sends dreadful feeling into him. He chooses not to let his fears get the best out of him. Emily trembles beside him when she read the words aloud. ' happy birthday to me' In the table in front of them is a cake with bloody fingerprints on it. Scraping sounds is heard and it is getting closer to where they are. It is like a monster is dragging its claws on the wall which is true as the monster appears in front of them. Puppets with strings attach to them, the hand controlling them appears first the lower body is next, then the upper body.

CHAPTER ONE A World Of Werewolves "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Blair! Happy birthday to you!" Blair's college friends sang, their voices harmonizing in a cheerful tune, and their faces beaming with joy. Blair was surrounded by her closest college friends as they celebrated her 22nd birthday in the woods. They had set up a small bonfire and spread out blankets on the ground, where they all sat, chatting, laughing and enjoying the cool night breeze.

Is he human, is he even real, is this a nightmare, is this hell, is this punishment, is he some kind of demon who can grow back what I took, am I hallucinating, is the blood loss making me see things, why why why is this happening to me? And I wanted to grab you, yes you, whoever is reading this, and shake you and scream, do you see this, do you hear him, do you understand how sick this is, because I swear to the Moon Goddess I am not crazy, this is happening, and I don’t know how to survive it. “But then again,” Darren said, his hand still on himself, his smirk stretching so wide I wanted to claw it off his face. “Then again it’s not important. I think you already know I’m immortal. Anyways

All I could do was whisper, "Mom, I'd still be your daughter if there's an afterlife." On the day Carly faced judgment, my spirit began to vanish. The court listed her crimes one by one—slaughtering her own family, ordering rogues to murder the pack's noble pureblood… The moment her guilt was declared, my spirit started fading for good. Then, a soft breeze enveloped me, like a voice calling gently, "Lina, it's time to come home." In an instant, the wind swept me away, drawing me toward the distant glow of light. I saw Mom, whose face I had found difficult to recall clearly. She wore a stunning green dress, and at her feet stood my dog, White Fang.

I have to admit that I was having difficulty keeping up with her. In the lead up to her birthday in April, Sandra suggested a new game. She had read in one of her magazines about a couple that would meet in a hotel and pretend to be strangers. He had to seduce her into bed. The idea really appealed to my wife, but I was less sure.

[Welcome, players, to the SSS-level horror dungeon: Office Tower Urban Legends. [Dungeon rule: Lying is forbidden. Anyone who lies dies instantly. [Starting players: Ten. [Clear objective: Figure out why everyone in this building lost their memories. Restore all memories to beat the dungeon. [All ten players confirmed. Seven days left until New Year's Eve. Clear the dungeon before then. [Have fun.] A cold, robotic voice crackled in my ear. I had literally just finished sending in a vacation request, and the next second, I got dragged straight into a horror game.

CHAPTER 18 Ghosts Under Bathhouse Row Saturday night, December 21, 2026 The bloodstone wakes me at 2:13 a.m. with a tug so hard it feels like someone hooked a finger through my ribcage and pulled. Dacia (urgent, almost excited): *Down. Now. Beneath the old bathhouses. Your grandmother’s friends are restless.* I’m already lacing my light-pink Vans before I’m fully awake. I text the group chat on silent:

↳ “Then we need pics to judge” “As an actual therapist: you’re about to lose your license and your life” “If you die can I have your stuff” “OP are you writing a book because this reads like one” I groaned so loud the bed vibrated. Bree was still prancing in circles. (Mate! Date! Mate!) Verm flickered in, looking concerned {You okay?} “No. I’m crowdsourcing survival tips from strangers because I have a date with the guy who almost murdered me, then apologized so now my brain has decided he’s my soulmate.”

I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain in the hands of the skeleton. Seriously, why do such things even exist? Shaking away my thoughts, I decided to disturb their make-out session and remind Jasper that it is past 11 at midnight and tell him that we should think about getting home. A loud crash and continuous screaming of people startled me when I was about to touch Jasper's arm. What the hell?