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It had a foul scent, like smoke. Trix pressed on further and nearly died when giant reptilian eyes suddenly appeared out of the dark. They glowed red and stared directly at her. Time seemed to slow as all Trix could hear was her frantically beating heart, pounding in her ears. She released a forced breath softly and slowly lifted her hands, earning another cloud of warm smoky air in her face. She slowly began to back away, breathing as calmly as she could. Tears pooled in her eyes and her chest burned. She was having a hard time breathing calmly when she was scared out of her mind. Her feet suddenly stepped on something hard.

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A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

] [Talent items: A set of F-Rank kitchen utensils (upgradeable), ability to create culinary concoctions that even ghouls can taste. Screens displaying my in-game identity and talent items floated before my eyes. Meanwhile, there was already a huge audience watching the livestream. They were waiting for the action to start, and I was the unlucky soul picked to play in this horror game. When they saw that I was only eighteen and possessed only the lowest-ranked talent items, everyone’s eyes nearly popped out. [She’s done for! She’s a newbie, AND she got sent to an S-Rank Map! She’s going to die in ten seconds flat.]

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Ryan suggests, tacking on a hasty, “no offense, Your Majesty.” “He doesn’t get to take offense in here,” I remind Ryan. “Remember, this is informal.” “Well, who has better handwriting?” Nathan demands, annoyed. He sits in the chair next to mine. I just shrug. “Not me, that’s for sure.” Hannah gets up, erases the nightmare scribbles, and sets about making three columns. She titles them, “werewolves,” “thralls,” and “unknown.” “She was born for this,” I whisper to Nathan.

Afterwards I went to the office and I needed to sit at dad’s computer and I started going through all of his files that were different to the ones that were on my computer. I needed to familiarize myself with everything that had to do with this pack. All the pack members, the roles that the elders played in the pack, the finances and everything that was as boring as shit. And I needed to update myself on this vampire war and everything that had happened while I was in the hospital. I know that they wouldn’t have stopped while I was held up recuperating. I found a file on dad’s computer that looked a little suspicious so I opened it and there were a few photos of that red headed vampire that

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

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Xhyne explained, there was even a hint of excitement in his voice. "Then what's the title?" "Sugar." "Eh? Sugar?" "Yes, the title is "Sugar." They said that it was extremely terrifying and you need to have a lot of courage so you can watch it," Xhyne replied. "Tsk. It's just fiction, there's nothing to be scared of," Zren uttered. She then pressed the remote to find the movie. "Like the hell, I will get scared by a mere fictional movie." Then the three started to watch the horror movie, entitled, "Sugar."