Emily Wants To Play Horror Game Novels & Stories

Winter nights were the worst. So yeah—having a room of my own? Felt unreal. I walked up to the bedroom door, didn't hesitate at all, knocked hard, and shouted, "Hey! I haven't eaten in forever! Feed me or I'm gonna pass out!" The Chat Feed lost it. [Is she trying to die? Who knocks like that in a horror game? Something's gonna jump out and eat her.] [No way she's that calm. She's faking it.] [I bet her fear rating hits 100 in three seconds. Let's watch her die.]

“The shop owner is just a young lady who can make burritos—how bad could she be? Damn players, I want to tear them into eight pieces!” The leading boss immediately issued an order. “Find the burrito shop owner at all costs. If any player stands in our way—kill them.” Soon, all the bosses walked out of the shop and rushed back to their own dungeons to work overtime. That night, all players were forcibly pulled into the horror game. Some were sleeping one second and lying in a strange mountain village the next. As soon as the game started, a big boss leaped out and chased after players, shouting. “Was it you who kidnapped the burrito shop owner?”

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.

“Did I enter the wrong room? Is this even a horror game? I thought I clicked an otome game!” Everyone was stunned, and just like that, under the players’ watchful eyes, he carried me upstairs.

Logan and I have taken the last empty couch as Emily comes in with her hands full of blankets. "thankyou Em, you're a star! please join us!" "haha nope sorry you know that's not going to happen!" Emily's got a smirk spread wide across her face but I can also see she means business. "wait, you love watching movies, especially horrors, I would have thought that you would love this film!" the girl shits herself every time she watches a horror but still she loves to watch them. Her cheeks go slightly pink and goddam it's cute, wait why the fuck am I thinking that?

Humphrey had already waved a servant to prepare something and turned back to her, "Why so stingy?" Emily was exasperated but curious about what bizarre game he had in mind. She stood up and followed him into the room. Inside, she saw a full set of VR gaming equipment on the table. Humphrey handed her a headset, "Will playing a game with me kill you?" His unconventional behavior completely threw off Emily. She shook her head, bewildered, "No, it won't kill me." Humphrey helped her put on the headset and handed her a game controller, "Then play nicely with me."

“It’s over. Come out.” There was no response. I played with the bloody knife, cautiously watching for any signs of her. “I have a knife, Emilia.” She hated it when I called her that. It wasn’t her real name. Emily wasn’t short for anything. “I’m not afraid to use it.” Ever since we were little, Emily hated knives. It scared her for some reason unknown to me. She was here, but where? “Ceiling!” I heard someone scream. Kira?

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.

“Because I know every moment I get closer to her… is a step closer to taking it all away.” Corbin’s grin was wolfish. “I hope she cries when she realizes it was you all along.” Emily’s eyes gleamed. “She will. And I’ll be the one to wipe away her tears. Right before I end her.” The fire crackled in the distant camp. The woods stood quiet, as though holding their breath. No one noticed the vipers plotting under the trees. No one would expect the fangs buried in silk smiles. And in twelve hours, the game would begin.

“Shoot her father again. See if I care.” The room explodes into chaos as everyone yells at her to shut up. I glare at her, throwing warning daggers with my eyes, but she doesn’t even seem shaken. My head is spinning, and Emilia looks amused by the drama that’s unfolding. Like this is exactly why she wanted us to play this game. She claps her hands like a child entertained by a circus act, squealing in joy. “Oh, this is delightful!” she says. “That’s one point for Mr. Evans here, and one for Maria.”