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Zombie 2 added with a scared lifelike expression on its greyish face, scaring their two other companions that their eyes almost fell off. “Wu... Wu... Wu!!(I saw that too! I saw that too!)” Zombie 3 also trembled. Even though they were Zombies with no feelings, the little girl can easily make them have these emotions swirling in their chest like a storm. Ah so scared, they almost want to pee their pants right here, right now without being ashamed.

Isabella shouted, banging her fists on the door, her voice laced with a desperate urgency. But no one answered, the hallway outside remaining silent. Inside, Isabella whirled around, searching for an escape. But there was none. She was trapped. Then, the door creaked open again, but it wasn't Sofia. It wasn't anyone she recognized. Four men swaggered into the room, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. They were grimy, leering, unmistakably thuggish. "Well, well, well," one of them smirked, his gaze raking over Isabella's body. "Look what we have here. A real beauty."

Romeo had grabbed a beer, settling into his chair with a slight slump, and Niccolo was happily munching on some of the popcorn I’d prepared, looking almost normal again. Wow I really missed a lot. I swear I was thinking for just a few seconds. Darling smiled faintly at me. “We’re watching a first-person horror movie,” she explained, tilting her head as she made herself comfortable. “It’s told entirely through cameras. You get the feeling that you’re experiencing the horror alongside the characters.” A first-person horror movie? Interesting. I could get behind that. My mind was already racing ahead, imagining the tension, the scares, the adrenaline… and, of course, the perfect opportunity to

I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game! [‘Me and My Ghost Grandkids’, the big family-feels reality special, just dropped!] [Bro, this horror game just turned into a cozy grandma sitcom! And I’m obsessed!] [Horror games aren’t just slashes and scares. There are some heartwarming scenes too!] [Grandma’s a real life coach… No, a ghost-life coach!] [The scene is so heartwarming! I hereby rename this level ‘Cozy Dorm: Grandma and Her Ghost Grandkids’!]

There were posters of old movies on the walls. And sitting in the computer chair, their face illuminated by the blue light of the monitor, was a teenager. They were wearing headphones, their mouth slightly open in surprise. On their screen, they were looking at a game called **"THE ORIGIN: REVOLUTION."** On the screen, two tiny characters—a girl in a hospital gown and a boy in a hoodie—were standing in a white void, looking directly at the camera. The teenager blinked. They reached for the mouse. "Whoa," the teenager whispered. "Is this a 'Fourth Wall' break? This game is deep."

There was a soft click, and the shelf swung inward. A hidden door. My heart started pounding again, this time from curiosity instead of fear. I hesitated for just a moment, then stepped through. The room on the other side was smaller, dimly lit, with walls painted a deep charcoal gray. And hanging on those walls… Oh. Oh my God. This wasn’t just a hidden room. It was a playroom.

he murmured, but his eyes were soft as they watched me. The live comments were still in shock. [That moment... they both felt pain at the same time?] [Soul resonance? Is that a thing in a horror game?] [A boss changed the food for a player? That's not supposed to happen!] [Wait... is there some kind of special connection between them?] Dinner ended in a warm atmosphere. Cassia and Gideon left reluctantly, reminding me to rest well before they went. Back in the room, I saw Damien's pale face and felt a wave of worry.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

But even before I could savor the energy reward, I was sent to this SSS-level horror game. There was no response when I tried to summon the terminal either. Still, as I looked around at the other players, I felt both fear and excitement. Their fear and despair was the purest there was, even if it wasn't the passionate energy that I loved most. Still, I put aside my obsession over energies—surviving mattered most, and who knew if I might get something else out of this? Licking my lips, I focused on the darkness that was the Boss as it converged and shaped the silhouette of a person.

he asks. "Hide." He looks at Iris in question. "Hide from what?" "Whatever you see. This is Mirabel's game of horrors," Kimora explains. Grayson's eyes widen. They all grin at his expresion. "You guys are making me think a lot right now," Grayson says through clenched teeth. "Don't tell us you are scared," Mirabel says teasingly. "It will be a shame seeing as the savages are coming for you and my friend so if you are scared of a little game, how willl you protect you and Mal?" Kimora asks.