Jigsaw Puzzle Horror Novels & Stories

My eyes looked around the room, the darkness making room for the various pictures of people that reminded me of him, each had the basic look of him, silver hair, and a lithe frame, but I could not remember his face. The cruelest curse, I remember none of his features, I spent hours just looking and rearranging his face in my mind, but nothing looked right nothing was ever right and the frustration led me to madness. I discarded the blanket and turned up my humidifier, the smell of milk and sea salt permeated the room I took a deep breath and walked to the biggest poster in the room, it looked like a jigsaw puzzle. I was almost complete except for the gaping hole here his face lied, discarded

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

Shivers run up and down my body as my mind pictures all those ‘things’ I saw in the ‘cupboard. A smirk forms on my lips, and I shake my ass. >Just seeing those things turned me on< Phoenix pants. I pat my erection down and sigh. ‘We’ll have to wait another year until then.’ >We should dance for him.< Phoenix suggests, making me smirk. Picking up the basket, I look inside and find many things to snack in it and a bag filled with puzzles. I groan and pick up the bag and a packet of jerky. Emptying the bag on the table, I make myself comfortable and start flipping all the pieces over and see that some pieces have black writing on it and the others form a background. I immediately start putting

He just needed to find the pattern in the puzzle. Lexi sat on his haunches with a huff and spun his brightly colored puzzle in his paws. His very deep concentration was displayed by his little pink tongue slipping out of the side of his mouth as he moved the pieces of the box around. It was too easy to get distracted by how cute Lexi was. Jinx just sat and watched him for a solid five minutes, ignoring his own puzzle box. That is until it bit him. Glaring at it in offense, Jinx figured out that he wasn't actually bitten, the pieces had shifted just enough to pinch his finger. He probably should get on with solving it before the pieces shifted into positions that couldn't be changed.

The black centers of those fixed glass eyes, which should have been nothing more than painted beads or static crystal, shriveled into pinpricks, reacting to the light exactly like a human eye. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird in a cage. I jerked the light away, plunging that specific shelf back into darkness, but curiosity—that treacherous, survival-killing instinct—forced me to swing the beam back. Now, the Jester’s eyes were wide again, black and deep, but as the light touched them, they squeezed shut into tiny dots once more.

"Did you really think we were being nice to a newbie out of the kindness of our hearts?" Brad laughed menacingly. "Stupid little girl. You were never one of us. You were just the lamb we were fattening for the slaughter." "What do you mean?" I took a step back, my heart starting to beat irregularly. "I mean," Jessica said, raising an hourglass-shaped magical item filled with a dark red liquid, "it's time to harvest." The live comments went insane. [OMG! THAT'S A HEARTSEEKER HOURGLASS!] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses!]

"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.

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily. His face paled when he saw the dark red chunks of flesh mixed with bits of bones in the bag, hands trembling as he gripped the bag. "This…they're truly monsters!" Zack said, his tone filled with pity. After putting on gloves, he carefully took all the chunks of flesh and bits of bones out of the bag. "This is just too cruel!" Zack's eyes reddened, looking beyond enraged. Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out.