Jigsaw Puzzle Horror Novels & Stories

Because he had just been ripped apart. I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent. “I was hungry,” he murmured. Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before. [Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.] [Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.] [Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]

Amidst the quiet surroundings, my mind began to drift back to that hazy vision , a scene where a middle-aged man was deep in conversation with my father. The image appeared like fragments of a jigsaw puzzle, with essential pieces missing. A frown slowly etched across my forehead, showing my confusion as a tangible expression. Why did this vision linger in my thoughts like an unresolved question? And how was it linked to Kaine’s attempt to kill me? The whole thing was like a puzzle I couldn’t crack, and it bothered me like a stubborn itch I couldn’t scratch. The pieces just wouldn’t fit together, no matter how hard I tried. It was like someone had handed me a riddle to solve, and every failed

I was in the wrong game? This was a horror game, not an otome romance? In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.

A thick, violet-black mist was oozing from the cracks in the frame, spilling onto the stone floor and turning the air into a shimmering, distorted mess. "Where are they, Zilo? The ten minutes are up!" Jax roared, his sword leveled at the mirror. He looked terrified. The stone walls around them were beginning to reflect things that weren't there—shadows of the High-Sector spires that moved with a life of their own.

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

It was a total nightmare for my OCD. Gritting my teeth, I ripped out all his stitches. "This is crazy! You got my clean sheets filthy! How am I supposed to sleep tonight?" Once the threads were removed, he rapidly disassembled. Talk about a flat-pack husband! Ignoring his protests, I threw his disassembled body parts into the bathtub one by one to scrub them clean. Once they were spotless, I pieced them back together and stitched him back up using new yarn. Another comment floated across the screen: [Does she really not know this is a horror game? How can she talk about it so calmly?]

"There are lots of rooms in there, each with its own... 'occupant.' You need to pick a place to stay, then figure out how to survive their welcome for ten days." Everyone started heading for the manor. I followed behind, without noticing glowing comments floating in the air above us. 【Livestream Viewers: 233,847】 【Comment 1: lol more newbies here to die】 【Comment 2: a face-blind girl in a horror game? she won't even see it coming lmao】 【Comment 3: Sensory deficiencies in an S-class game is suicide】 【Comment 4: wait, i've heard of this game. even the legendary guild leader of Nightfall got his whole team wiped out here】

When I did, I knew I’d found what I was looking for. Twin bed crammed into the corner. A messy pile of sheets and blankets piled up in its center. Dirty clothes strewn all over the floor. The wall facing the door had a small wooden children’s-sized desk against it that had been extended with plywood wings which were mounted on mismatched metal brackets. It held a compact stereo set with a turntable and a cassette tape deck. On top of it sat a plastic skull, a huge tangle of wire, and a handful of tiny pulleys. Shelves covered the wall behind the desk and nearly every surface was packed with books, video tapes, magazines, records, toy models, tools, pens, and various unidentified bits of elec

Not the simple hunting knives of Lunaris, but sleek, black guns, glinting menacingly in the dim light filtering from the hallway. Knives of all shapes and sizes, some with serrated edges that make my stomach churn. And then, a chainsaw, its metal teeth looking sharp and deadly. My gaze drifts to another shelf, and I freeze. Jars. Glass jars filled with… something. My heart pounds in my chest as I take a tentative step closer. Eyeballs. That’s what they look like. Pale, lifeless orbs staring blankly into the void. And smaller jars filled with what appear to be… fingers.

I looked harder out the thick glass doors, peering through the rain. There was a faint silhouette of a little boy around eight running frantically around glancing up at the sky and into the shadows everywhere. I sprinted out the doors, the fat drops coming down on my uncovered head. “What’s wrong?” I stopped dead in my tracks. Sprinting around high in furious circles was a huge black shadow. Its deep red evil eyes shot through my soul and made me stagger back into the hard doors. It looked like a black ghost, but it had a ragged gray exterior that looked like pasty, dead skin covered in deep cuts.