Horror App Novels & Stories

I'd never seen anything like that in real life. If I died chasing a pretty face, at least I'd die without regrets. It was still early. I did the math. I'd have plenty of time to get back before sunset. So I left my husband a quick note and headed for The Gilded Lyre, equal parts excited and nervous. [Naomi's actually clueless. What kind of horror game lets people team up?] [Don't forget, she still thinks this is the romance game she endorsed.] [Am I the only one who thinks Holly's shady? Sabotaging another player is low.] [Didn't she get those two killed yesterday and take their items?]

Her body, currently throbbing with a dull, unscratchable itch, screams do it. She hits Get. The d******d is instant. An icon appears on her home screen—a stylized sound wave that looks almost like a fingerprint. Or a ghost. She grabs her AirPods, shoving them into her ears as she walks to the bedroom. She doesn't even bother turning on the main light. She opens the app. The screen stays black. No login page. No "Create Profile." Then, a voice. It’s not robotic. It’s... liquid. Deep, textured, and terrifyingly clear, like he’s standing right behind her, his breath ghosting against her neck.

In an isolated hallway—he is stepping up to the nursing station to bring the requested medicines. As of the moment, his phone is vibrating. He blinks twice because no one knows his number except his Mom and Grandmother. His body is trembling in fear. . . fear that he never felt this time around. He breathes deep and exhales loudly. He pulls out his phone from the pocket, and his eyes widen when he reads a message from an unknown number. From: Unknown [Hello, would you like to join my newly launched application named CAM?] His head is confused and full of uncertainty. His hands are shaking when he doesn't know what to reply.

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

I turned away from him feeling embarrassed. It had only taken a second for him to start unbuttoning his shirt and then another for him to peel it off. I turned around quickly not wanting to see what came next. My face felt hot. I didn't know where to look, especially since I couldn't hear anything. I think the one thing I did hear was his belt hitting the marble floor and his footsteps as he approached the bed. I couldn't even be sure but the second I heard the rustling of the bed covers, I knew it was safe to turn. It didn't make things better though. Did I have it bad for Edmond Walters? Sure his hair was soft. He smelt nice and his voice made butterflies flutter in my stomach. And his eye

I kept thinking about how Alexander was treating me. I turned off the lights and laid back on the sofa but I didn’t get any sleep. I picked up my phone, and a push up notification from an APP popped up, it read, “Are you lonely? Are you worried about the money? Are you tortured by insomnia led by great stress? Join us to earn money and relieve your stress.” Karen, my best friend, had recommended the APP the last time she came here. She said it was an APP that helps young people relieve stress. She also mentioned something about relieving carnalities.

> POV: Carrie I wаnt to scream, but nоthіng comes out. Aрrіl lооkѕ tеrrіfіеd, аnd rіghtlу ѕо, hеr аttасkеr іѕ hugе аnd he’s not alone. Thе hulkѕ аrе drеѕѕеd in blасk, wіеldіng dіrtу gunѕ.

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

Chapter 3 Riley POV “Fuck this stupid app,” I muttered under my breath the second my eyes cracked open the next morning, my phone already buzzing on the nightstand like it had been waiting for me to wake up. My pussy still felt a little sore and puffy from last night’s frantic rubbing after I got back to the dorm, that dark twisted ache that wouldn’t quite go away no matter how many times I told myself I hated Kai for what he was doing. I grabbed the phone and opened the Sin App with shaking fingers, my heart already kicking up speed before I even read the message.