Horror Jigsaw の小説・ストーリー

The red-haired player was completely panicking, shouting nonstop, "Help me! Hurry!" By the time Silvia and the other girl tried to reach him, it was too late. Ximena's hair turned into sharp blades and pierced through his entire body. He was riddled with holes in an instant. That wig was terrifying! This petite ghost bride was absolutely vicious, chasing Silvia and the short-haired girl all over the room. Meanwhile, I stayed in the coffin, watching the chaos unfold. Suddenly, Silvia stopped and turned to stare straight at Ximena. Ximena's speed began to slow.

Horror flooded the hideout, wrapping around everyone present like invisible chains that tightened with each passing second. The room fell into stunned silence broken only by the horrific sounds from the footage. Elara felt her world tilt, the violence against their former rival hitting her with unexpected force. Jax’s arm came around her immediately, his solid frame the only thing keeping her upright as the video continued its grim display. The discovery had shattered any remaining illusions about Marcus’s loyalties, painting him as a monster capable of the same cruelty as their enemies.

I don’t know why, but a warmth spread through my chest. Did Adrian prepare this for me? The next morning, another scream shattered the manor’s quiet. Linda was dead. She lay at the bottom of the staircase, her neck twisted at a grotesque angle, her eyes wide with terror and disbelief. 【System Alert: Linda died from "Player Sabotage"—pushed down the stairs.】 "What? Player sabotage?" I stared in shock at the only two survivors left. Jake and Emma, the seemingly harmless college couple. Jake had a classic boy-next-door look—blond hair, blue eyes, and a shy smile. Emma was a sweet-looking girl with a chestnut ponytail and freckles, like someone straight out of a Disney movie.

"You aren't bleeding nearly enough for what you did inside that house. Not nearly enough for the terror you put in her eyes." Graham's eyes caught the reflection of the sun on the steel blade, and his entire body went completely still against the gravel, as if he'd been turned to stone. The frantic movement of his legs stopped, his chest hitching as he stared up at the knife with a look of total, unvarnished terror. I could see his pulse hammering in his throat, watch the color drain from his face until he looked almost gray. "What... what are you planning to do with that, Jaxx?" he stuttered, his voice rising a high, cracking octave that stripped away any remaining dignity he might have pos

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

Axton said. He smirked before pushing Jigsaw off the cliff. Jigsaw screamed, as he fell inside the river and just as he landed in it, tons of crocodiles devour on him, tearing off different parts of his skins. "Ahhhhhh!!!" Jigsaw screamed in multiple pains, as the crocodiles devour on him, not leaving any part of his body behind.

"Why? Why? I just wanted to go home. That's all I wanted." I pulled her into a hug, my voice low. "It's okay. It's over. You can live now. Really live." She nodded through the tears, watching as I headed for the next floor. Floor 28. The player was already gone. I leaned in, careful. "Hello? Anyone home?" No reply—just barking. Then it stepped out. A three-headed hellhound, jaws soaked in blood. One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out.

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.

Others were half‑machine, metal plating fused to flesh. All of them had their eyes open. And every single one tracked our entrance. The hum of machinery undercut the grotesque aquarium display—a low, steady thrum of pumps and servers. Somewhere, a fan squealed, struggling. “Hard pass,” Jax murmured. “I am not eating the mystery jello here.” “This is worse than the throne,” I said. “At least that killed you, honestly.” My brain riffled desperately through every lab‑horror scenario I’d ever scribbled.