Emily Wants To Play Horror Game Novels & Stories

She crouched down and lightly shook Callie awake. "Sweetie, wake up," she whispered gently, a practiced calmness in her voice that belied the storm inside her. Callie's eyes fluttered open, confusion giving way to the first hints of fear. "Mommy, what's happening?" Emily smiled, though her eyes were somber. "We need to play a little game, okay? We're going to hide for a bit. You remember our special hiding spot, right?" Callie nodded sleepily, her small hand grasping Emily's as they moved towards the wardrobe. Hidden within was a concealed door that led to a safe, secure passage — a precaution Richard had insisted upon when they first bought the house.

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

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.”

His father's rage was a familiar demon, one that haunted their home with relentless frequency. Asher's eyes snapped open, and he threw off the covers, his heart racing with fear. He rushed to Emily's bed, shaking her awake with an urgency that brooked no argument. "It's time to play our favorite game," he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. But Emily's eyes welled up with tears, and she began to cry, her tiny body trembling with fear. Asher scooped her up, cradling her in his arms as he rushed to the cupboard beside his reading table. It was their hiding place, their sanctuary from the horrors that unfolded in their home.

She smiled and had all but dismissed the noise when it happened again. Someone was in her house. Emily didn't write horror novels, but the realm of horror and magical realism crossed over more than a lot of people in the industry let on, so she was somewhat aware of the tropes, aware enough at least to not shout out “who's there?” like some airhead soon-to-be victim. Instead, she picked up one of her kitchen knives and slowly, cautiously, made her way toward the front door. What Emily Diamond saw at the door made her drop her knife, the weapon falling uselessly and soundlessly to the carpet below. Her eyes grew wide while she took a reflexive step backward, no longer thinking at all.