Eyes The Horror Game Novels & Stories

The child zombie burst out from behind the hallway corner. It was unbelievably fast, running with both hands and feet, hitting the ground like an agile panther. As it lunged toward Hayley, the heavy bangs covering its forehead flew up, revealing a pair of eerie, pupil-less white eyes. That innocent childlike face, paired with the pale eye sockets and a blood-soaked mouth split almost to the back of its head, looked straight out of a horror movie. There wasn't a trace of color in its face. Its gray-white eyes locked onto Hayley, filled with nothing but manic excitement.

I don't see any. That is when I really begin to worry. I'm about to step closer when— He looks up. My grip tightens around the lamp. Because his eyes— They are not green. They are not normal. There is no white in them. They are just— Black. Not dark. Not shadowed. Black. Like something has swallowed the light out of them completely. My breath stutters. Those eyes are zeroed intently on me. I don't move. I don't know how.

No teeth, but it annoys me. Putting them to my eyes, I look at the exit of the hall, and into the atrium. The lasers from behind is visible as it hits the little piece of reflective clay then the glass of the store window. But there's another laser. It comes down from the balcony on the opposite side of the store, and it angles down into the windows. I follow it and it hits the back of the head of one of the people inside. Dane. "Bastard," I say angrily as I shove my gun further into the kids back.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she called out his name again, "Eason, where are you?" But there was no response except for the oppressive stillness. Entering his room, she scanned the shadows. "Eason, this isn't funny. Please come out," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. As she approached the figure seated on the bed, her breath caught in her throat. The faint glow from the window cast eerie shadows across his form. With each tentative step closer, her pulse quickened her senses on high alert. Her hand reached out, fingers trembling as they brushed against his shoulder. When he turned to face her, a jolt of fear shot through her body. She stumbled back, her pulse racing as she

Endless skin rising and falling with breath, wrinkled like mountains. I forced my gaze up— And saw it. A golden eye, massive as the moon, peeling open slow. The true heart of this entire world. The Omniscient Core. The final boss. No—worse. Not just a boss. The core of the system. The one who'd ordered the milk. It didn't swing. Didn't strike. Just stared at Darren. And Darren—locked in that crazed grin—started glitching out. Pixel by pixel, he broke apart, crumbling into nothing.

The sky split open. A tremor rolled through the forest, and dozens—no, hundreds—of glowing-eyed, shadow-bound spirits clawed their way out of the ground around them. Twisted vampire souls, pulled from the nether. “Cheyenne!” Charlie bellowed. “Protect the line!” Cheyenne didn’t hesitate. “Tora, time to nuke some bitches!” “Already on it!” Tora spun midair, inhaled, and let loose a firestorm that turned half the battlefield into glass.

His eyes are wide and blown, and his brows are drawn together as if he can't understand what just happened. His eyes - or the strange thing that's hovering over them - however, is a different story. Alex happy eyes has disappeared in the wake of his frozen fear. The amber, Alpha eyes are staring unseen at the spot Win has just violently vacated. But there is something unknown in there, watching...leering through the Alpha's gaze. Those are the same obsidian swirls Win had glimpsed earlier after Alex kill people. Those black tendrils are like smoke, clouding the shine of Alpha eyes with something alien...something unpleasant and evil.

After a moment, Jorvan took out an infernal bill from his pocket. However, the money was covered in sticky blood. When it touched my skin, I went and got a rag to wipe it off. In the next second, I froze in place and dared not move. Oh no. In such horror games, only players could see blood. They could also see the actual undead nature of the ghouls. Jorvan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth as he stared at me. “Who are you? Where did the original owner of this food stall go?”

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.