Emily Wants To Play Horror Game の小説・ストーリー

Eric seemed to be trying to hold in his laugh as well as he sipped his ale. Ember, though, just slammed her pint down next to me and held out her hands. “Let’s play a game.” Castor’s eyebrows shot up. “Ember, must you really—” “It’s just a game,” she hissed at him over her shoulder. “Hold out your hands. I’ll show you how to play.”

"Vampire's do exist, Emily." Emily looked at her carefully, wondering at the seriousness in her tone. Why was she so serious? She thought, delving into a can of pringles. "I don't believe in things like vampirism. And even if they do exist, I don't ever want to meet one." "Me too." Lauren said in a haste, like she wanted to be done with such a topic. Borrowing the can of pringles from Emily, she chipped in, "I thought sad people don't eat?"

But she couldn’t fight the rising alarm bells going off in her head And somehow, Emily felt it deep down in her spines, that the real games were only just starting

Someone to show to everyone that I still had my crown Yes, Emily will be it. I just need to find where the little "hide & seek" player went first. Did that orphan get transferred her to a new school? Or is she just hiding in her boring little house, too scared to come out? I looked down at the phone number still glowing on my screen. I smiled again, a real, mean smile this time. It felt good. Don't you worry, Emily. Wherever you are, I'll sniff you out, you little slut. The game is just starting. And I always, always win.

Her photo showed the contents of her wall safe, proof that Mona knew exactly where their skeletons were buried. The message below was simple: "Ready to play?" For the first time in decades, Emily Caldwell felt real fear. Because the game had changed. And they were no longer the ones making the rules.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

"It's all my fault!" Emily wailed. "I said that I wanted to watch a horror movie with my classmates, but Mom found out and locked Elmer in a dark room with horror movies on loop to scare him! "She said that she wanted to show me what it was like to be scared out of my wits! She warned me never to watch nonsense like that anymore!" Dad slapped Mom again after hearing what Emily said. He shuddered while yelling, "This is how you treated my son when I wasn't around, Diana Crawford?"

It was already getting dark. Linda sighed and replied, “Don’t ask me! Practice was longer!” -- -- It was six in the evening and the friends have settled down on the bed covering themselves up with the duvet. They were watching a horror movie, though Emily was not very fond of ghosts, yet it was Linda’s favourite! The lights were off and the volume was loud! “Li! Don’t blame me if I dig my nails on your skin!” Emily whispered hiding her head on Linda, during a suspense scene.

Emily suddenly gasped aloud, an awkward silence taking control of our midst. “Waterfall, of course.” “Yes, waterfall,” I stated with a tone of desperation, not knowing why she gasped. Dramatically. “Do you have an idea of it?” Johnny asked. “Guys, I think he means Waterfall parks. That place with the house of horror, mirrors and weird shit.” Emily said. “Oh yeah. Right.” Deej gasped with realization. “But isn't that place deserted and forgotten for like ten years now. There was a huge story about it.”