Jigsaw Puzzle Horror Novels & Stories

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

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

Chapter 133 Christopher The room is eerie, and I feel the chill seeping into my bones, mirroring the dread that settles in my stomach. Men are rampaging through the basement, their shouts echoing off the cold stone walls. Jace's eyes are bloodshot, a storm of grief and fury brewing within them. Jewel is dead. The words hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. What the hell just happened?

Blood, a stark and unwelcome guest, splattered across the floor and walls, a macabre tapestry of fear. Fear, raw and unyielding, gripped my heart in its icy embrace. Jenny, missing in a sea of scarlet. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, threatening to consume me whole. Questions swirled like a tempest in my thoughts Who would dare to harm her? Why would they do such a heinous act?

Mia really was a magnet for weirdos. He can’t deal with this right now. He wasn’t at his best today. Last night, he’d had a nightmare. It was dark except for an artificial blue light dangling above his head. Below the light, he was trapped in a pool full of blood, bodies, and huge wooden puzzle pieces. Corpses. Cut-up and torn. Bodies. Decomposing limbs. Eyes pulled from their sockets. Worms and maggots feasting on the carnage. And everywhere it reeked of blood. Even now and fully awake, he could smell it in the air.

Feeling his worry and panic would only serve as a distraction. Beams of moonlight trickled in through the numerous holes in the ceiling. On the floor were bits of wood, broken glass, and charred tarot cards. One stuck to the sole of my shoe as I inched my way inside. I paused in what used to be the hallway and bent over to pull it off. I caught a glimpse of the picture as it fluttered to the ground. A hooded skeleton holding a razor-sharp scythe. Death.

MELISSA'S POV The moment we stepped downstairs, the air changed. All the other players stood frozen at a corner, their eyes widened in horror. A metallic scent hovered over every inch of the room. The room was dimmer than usual, shadows stretching unnaturally across the walls. My heart throbbed as I hid behind Gavin, quietly mimicking his footsteps. Then it came to view, something truly horrifying— A porcelain doll. One so hideous it was beyond words. It sat on a high chair like a grotesque queen, stiff plastic limbs.

Inside the mansion, one of Alexa's faithful servants, timidly entered Alexa's bedroom, calling out, "My lady? What do you want to eat for lunch?" The bedroom, silent and still, offered no reply. Her eyes then fell upon the bed, the blankets soaked with dark, ominous stains. A scream tore from her throat, raw and filled with terror when she realized it was blood, someone's under the blanket, bleeding to death, she thought. She stumbled out of the bedroom into the hallway, her face ashen, her scream still echoing louder off the walls. The sound was a beacon of horror, drawing the inhabitants of the mansion from their afternoon rest. Jean, Gilbert, and Renata, among others, converged in the cor

Standing there in the dank shed, however, Julia wondered if she would ever see her mother again, or if there would ever be another day without this lucid terror coming after her. She put her left foot on the drawer and hefted herself up. Careful now, Jules. Her weight bore down on the chest, rattling objects. Her right hand stretched up to one of the guns. She grabbed the handle and started to twist if off a polished boar tusk. A tickle on her left hand. The spider sank its fangs into her skin. Her eyes were on it for only a microsecond. Time enough to register its size—about a centimeter, with a scarlet hourglass on its abdomen. A red-back.

I stood near her clueless. “I don’t know. My hand is stuck.” She pulled her hand but nothing happened. I pulled the cloth down the floor and a grotesque painting welcomed me. The white canvas was filled with random black scribbles and the longer I look, movements became obvious and formed random shapes. Foreign and barbaric words made of dark smoke floated out of the canvas until a summoning circle was created. In the middle was a closed eye circumscribed by an inverted triangle. Gugu’s hand was sucked by a black hole projected by the canvas. Her fingers up to her wrist on the other side turned into a black shadow just like Mark’s appearance in the valley of the dead.