Mechanical Horror Novels & Stories

And danger attracts me towards itself like a magnet. The nightmares had stopped for a while this week but then I saw one, again, this morning. This one was different from others. Among all the nightmares regarding this particular "Rude Malhotra" faced monster, this one was the only where where HE did anything else except scaring me, glaring me and smirking at me. "He may be a theif! Because whenever he is in close proximity to me, he steals all my oxygen leaving me breathless, gasping for air."

Sa loob nito ay naroon si Lotus Feet, Ghost Bride, at iba pang mga multong Intsik. Ang ikalima ay Western-inspired – kahawig nito ang white palace sa Lord of the Rings at makikita sa loob ang mga characters sa Autopsy of Jane Doe, Saw, Wrong Turn, Insidious, Conjuring, Jack the Ripper, mga halimaw sa Resident Evil at iba pa.

I don't know if it's just my mind playing tricks on me but fuck, I could feel the two sensors blinking bloody red as if it was an eye with that situates its ravenous gaze upon me, sensing my terror. Panic rose in my chest, threatening to suffocate me as the machine hummed to life, hungry for secrets and lies. I dared not speak a falsehood, lest my fingers pay the price of deceit. Truth or lies, either could doom me in this place of gloom and peril. All that remained was to pray my truth would satisfy this sinister toy, or madness would claim me before death arrived.

It was just about to loosen when a mechanical voice suddenly rang in my ear. “Hello, your romance system has arrived.” My romance system was finally online. But the very next second, it continued: “Emergency alert. Due to a processing error, you were transmitted into the wrong game. This is not a dating-sim otome game. This is a horror game. Special note: the person you are currently attempting to overpower is the final boss of the horror game.” My scalp went numb. Electricity ran down my spine. Even my fingers trembled. What? I was in the wrong game?

Even printing documents meant running hundreds of yards to a copy shop outside the building. The torment from both lives gnawed at my nerves until I felt I was about to be driven mad by this absurd, malicious hostility. At last, the workday ended. The new fingerprint scanner had been installed. The moment it was time to clock out, I rushed over. This felt like my only hope. If I could escape the curse of the fingerprint machine, maybe I could finally find a breakthrough or some explanation for all these bizarre events. I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the new scanner.

The system's cold, mechanical voice blared through the living room: "WARNING. PREMISES HAVE BEEN BREACHED. WARNING. PREMISES HAVE BEEN BREACHED. UNKNOWN BIOLOGICAL ENTITY DETECTED. THREAT LEVEL: CRITICAL. EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. WARNING. PREMISES HAVE—" The limb extending from the chimney stopped dead, its claw digging into the mantelpiece, completely still. As if it were waiting. I prayed the alarm would scare the monster away. But in the next second, the claw shot out, extending with impossible speed and precision, and slammed down on the security panel's off switch. I watched in horror as the security system went silent. And the thing from the chimney began to slowly, piece by piece, crawl

The digging was violent. Dirt flew everywhere. Not long after Windfall started digging, Victor felt an even more violent tremor beneath his feet. Though Windfall's digging caused considerable tremors, Victor was certain this particular quake wasn't caused by him. So, what caused it then? Soon, the answer was revealed. Hordes of mechanical creatures charged towards Windfall. There were mechanical mice, mechanical cats and dogs, and other mechanical creatures like squirrels and monkeys. "What in the world is going on here?" Victor was completely dumbfounded when he saw these small mechanical creatures. He genuinely had no idea what was happening.

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

"Don't stare at them too long," Kael hissed, his rough fingers gripping Bima’s shoulder until his bones felt like they were creaking. "If you let your perception get caught in the pattern of those fingers, they’ll start counting your heartbeat as part of their structural grid." Bima took a deep breath, forcing his eyes away from the horrific sight above. Thousands of giant mechanical fingers began to shift, creating a grinding sound of metal so piercing that the ground beneath their feet shook violently.

[ The Ghost in the Machine] Ang bawat salita ng aking patay na biyenan ay tila isang malamig na kapirasong bakal na bumaon nang malalim sa aking utak, muling gumigising sa dilim na pilit kong itinatakwil. The penthouse room went ice-cold, the ambient indigo lights of our dual-core "Sync" suddenly flickering against a dominant, predatory crimson that bled from the throne’s platform. Julian Moretti was supposed to be a corpse, a memory I had choked out of my own mind in the Obsidian Forge, but here he stood—the original monster, smiling at the wreckage he had made of his son.