Jigsaw Puzzle Horror Novels & Stories

The dark hair, the jawline… “Lorenzo,” Jace whispered in horror, his voice breaking. His vision blurred with tears. He turned the picture over, and that was when he saw it, the red scrawl on the back, written in streaks that looked disturbingly like dried blood. ~ Hope you liked my little gift, Jace... YOU'RE NEXT — Justin.​

" Jacob's smile was a thin, crooked line. His eyes never left mine. "I dragged things out to draw you downstairs, so you'd be my witness. But since there are cameras in the stairwell, I can't leave you alive, either. I'm going to kill everyone in this building!" He clamped down harder. I'd been flailing in panic, but suddenly, I went still and met his gaze, perfectly calm. "W-what's going on…" Jacob froze and squeezed my neck harder, then seemed to realize something was wrong. "What's happening? Why am I—"

“Okay, it’s almost time. Let me introduce the rules of the game to you. Today’s game is divided into three series. It’s very simple.” Jack’s cold voice reached Brent’s mind accurately through the sensor. “The first series is a jigsaw puzzle game. On the screen in front of you, there will be a hundred round wireframes. There are a hundred little girls inside. You have to find out the difference. The time limit is three minutes. If you fail the challenge within the stipulated time, see the iron rod at the bottom of the screen? It will be inserted directly into your mouth.” As soon as he finished speaking, the live broadcast room was in a frenzy.

Total party wipe incoming. Before long, it was time to choose rooms. Elaine explained that while no one had ever cleared this scenario, past players had figured out a few things. The building had thirty floors, one apartment per floor, and only one player could stay in each. “Happy Home,” she continued, was actually a role-playing horror scenario. Each apartment housed strange entities that would act as your family or loved ones. So, seven days of living together with them? There was no way your Fear Value wouldn’t spike.

Zayden smugly remarked as he waves the puzzle piece in its face. He threw it at Minerva who catches it and then pasted it on the wall, successfully completing the puzzle. “Mission Fulfilled”, flashed in their bracelets as the puzzle pieces had come together creating a creepy and gore image of a murder scene that involves chopped off body parts scattered across the floor and pools of blood. It was disgusting to look at. Needless to say, the opposite team who played against their team lost and their bracelets exploded, classic way of sending someone to heaven or maybe perhaps all the way down to hell.

I called over my shoulder Burney nodded and leapt what took me four steps to cover before disappearing through the broken pane. I stepped in after him and cringed, landing on top of the wet flesh of a Taken. Panic coursed through my veins as I stepped off its cooling body. All his wounds were glass related, which meant the shade was still here. I swallowed my fear and looked up.

“Fran!” I didn’t notice I’d lowered the beam a few inches, just enough for the foul thing to crawl up to the ceiling toward me. Kujo’s warning made me look up again, in time to see it pulling from an old light fixture right above my head. The damn thing was fast and strong, and it tore the fixture off in a single yank, while I still tried to figure out what it was doing. I was hardly able to jump to the side to dodge it. The fixture crashed on the floor, the noise echoing all over the tunnels. The crawler growled, angry he’d missed me, but took the distraction to jump to the open door and run away. “Go, Kujo!” I cried. “Go help Gina!”

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

I inserted my hand into the pocket in my jacket and walked on. ~~~~ Fire! Screamed! Fear! Darkness! That was all I could pictured in my sleep for 13years of my life. I saw no faces, but a child crying so loud from a distance that do brushed my eardrum. Was this connected to the past I knew nothing about? I swallowed the heavy load in my throat, reached for the table clock on my table, then I dropped it back on the stool. It is morning already. I flicked off the blanket from me and rose up from the bed. I relieved this with music or exercise.

If your body doesn't lay in a Cemetery, it means you succumbed in a very tragic way, and your body couldn't be found. No one expected it, no one wanted it, but that night, the same night that Jonah was buried, a bell rang. Once, twice, three times, until the ringing seemed not to stop, and it was impossible to know when a ringing began or ended. It was barely eight o'clock at night when the bell started ringing. Everyone in the village was terrified by that incessant sound because they knew where it came from, and they also knew what they had done. They were afraid that this monster was alive and wanted revenge.