Horror Jigsaw の小説・ストーリー

J for Jewels Flashback Third Person’s POV It was in the middle of the night at Hallray. The Welch mansion looks grand, like the first time it was built several years ago. It was supposed to be a home for a family where memories are being treasured and cherished, but now, it looks like a backdrop from a stage performance, unreal, haunted.

The man named Honor came closer to me, the one that this man, who had seen me earlier, called upon. “Jiro, how many hours have you seen her here?” He then asked the other man. “Only an hour, Honor! I was just keeping an eye on her and on what she was thinking out of the poor bird. And my suspicion was not mistaken! That woman is a vampire!” Jiro pointed at me. Honor shouted at him. “Stupid! And then, what? You will just stand there looking at her and do nothing?” Jiro moved quickly, and approached me and then, held me by the wrist double-quick.

The campsite suddenly filled with a repugnant smell, like rotting flesh. Nathan leaped forward just as the creatures burst from the shadows. They were tall and bulky, twice the height of Nathan, with dangling arms, wide hands, thin bony fingers, vicious claws, and protruded fangs shining with poison. It was like seeing a vampire experience death over and over again, unwilling to die. I stared in horror, a blood lust and anger evident in their faces. I lost my balance, collapsing in panic. Everything became a bur. Junto was flung aside by one of the beast's pale hands. Then it dove after the Shape Shifter with jaws the size of a bear trap.

I should have known no single anyway. Am sweating so badly right now. O.M.G! Hello? An Eyes staring at me with searching with hunger and thirst for blood. The door Creak opened a little bit. I felt goosebumps all over my body. I saw eye that are blood colored or .....am paranoid. Before I new it I passed out again. The strange creature dragged J.J body to their master, while he was still passed out. Michael POV Humm... I thought heard J.J voice just now. That idiot better not be playing around. What's this? A Mask and blade?

The Orangelo was face-to-face with something not borne of nature and therefore not ruled by fate. "Why are there creepy fucking life-sized dolls?" Jinx swore at said fate. He still hadn't found a single living feline but he had found a preparation room. "How am I supposed to deal with those? I'll tell you how, I'm just gonna back away and close the door." Which he moved to do only to back up into more of the spooky tom facsimiles. Jinx was pushed forward in the room.

However, the arm behind us stretched endlessly like rubber. Right when it was about to catch me, someone yanked us into a guest room on the side. “Are you trying to get yourselves killed?” The one who saved us was a male player wearing glasses. “Don’t touch anything in this place unless you want to die without knowing how!” It took me a while to calm down and recover from the shock. “Thanks, man. How did you know it was dangerous?” The guy with glasses explained that he had cleared another horror game before, so he had some experience. Because of that, he stayed alert whenever he noticed anything unusual.

The next moment, his irritation meter shot straight to one hundred. His eyes turned bloodred, and he opened his mouth wide, trying to bite off my head. The players behind me cried out in shock. Josie burst into tears on the spot. I calmly slapped the entity’s head aside, then took out an item and tied him up from head to toe. I cleared instances purely with raw strength. Clearly, it worked. Everyone stared in shock. Once they recovered, they crowded around me with hope in their eyes. “Nina, please save me. My task is to prepare an appetizer for a guest. It says the guest’s favorite food is eyeballs. Where am I supposed to find those?”

The long, horror hand of the monster shot forward without warning, wrapping tightly around the blogger’s neck before he could even react. A strangled gasp escaped him. Then the creature’s head forced its way through the doorway. Its jaws stretched unnaturally wide, revealing rows of jagged, bloodstained teeth. Crunch! In a single, horrifying motion, it bit clean through the blogger’s neck. Blood splattered violently across the room, painting the walls and floor in res. The sound of the man’s scream was cut off almost instantly, reduced to nothing more than a wet, choking gurgle as his body went limp.

But as one week turned into ten days, the immediate fear began to settle into a low, constant hum. Jax’s knife wound had closed into a raised, angry scar. He still favored his side when he moved, but he could walk without limping. His burns had faded to pink, sensitive skin. Lena could walk the length of the compound with only a slight limp, though she tired quickly. Hazel threw herself into the garage, modifying motorcycles and mixing chemicals, trying to outrun the memory of the man she had killed. Nightmares still came. On the eighth night, Hazel woke screaming, clawing at the air. In the dream, the Reaper’s eyes wouldn’t close. They stared at her while blood poured from his chest.

My dad seems really distressed as he glances over towards the direction that he just came from. “Then speak your warning.” “Your time is drawing closer, your family is in danger, be prepared.” Then suddenly the monster disappears and I end up at my old house, but all my family seems to be alive. That is until I realise what day it is by looking at the calendar in the kitchen. It’s practically my dooms day. I can remember coming home in the afternoon finding everyone dead; the monster must be coming soon. I see dad standing in the exact same spot as he was when I found them, there is a sudden bang and I look around I see dad stand there, sadness showing in his eyes. He seems to look at me and