Michael Jackson Horror Game Novels & Stories

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

I should have seen it sooner from the gentle ghosts, familiar classroom, detailed clues… Everything had gone way too smoothly. All this time, the horror game hadn't felt real to me. Only now did I understand that the so-called horror game came from my fear. My deepest, most hidden fear had bred the most terrifying monster. … When Wyatt approached, I seized the vase and smashed it over his head. However, this time, he remained unharmed. The vase shattered against his skull and didn't leave a single scratch on him. When I realized that he was absolutely unbeatable, threads of fear coiled up inside me. I even felt a chill down my spine.

And the game…this is just shit Jeoff! “Why didn’t you tell me that the them is horror?” “Don’t worry, I’m just beside you Lily.” So, when it started, I wasn’t able to fire my gun, Jeoff and I were attacked by zombies…and Jeoff keeps on firing them. I just keep on shouting. I closed my eyes. Hahahaa .you fool Lily. Are you the sound effect in this game? “Stage 2. Stop shouting you are not helping my ears will just be damaged because of you.”

"We are going to have so much fun. After doing pump it game we are going to play pinball and then we are going to play basketball and then we will play that Mario game... What is the name again? I really can't remember and then we have to play that car game... You know the one where you have to control the car and the the motorcycle one too, the one where you have to sit on the bike and control it so...." Jason grabs my shoulder and shakes me lightly. "Calm down, Zara. You are getting over excited and you are talking so fast that you are not even making any sense. Now calm down and let us go in there and have fun." He says smiling down at me. How is he still taller than me even in my heels?

He is such a psycho. I start the game with my anxiety already rising. Honestly, I’m not quite fond of these horror games, even if they are certainly capturing. As Giovanni gets back, bringing some screams of pleasure into the room, I hold up the box to him. “A horror game? Really? Do you want me to die scared?” He grins slyly as he puts down a bowl with crushed ice holding bottles of champagne. I look at it lifting my brow. “You must feel awfully thirsty.”

I blinked my lashes in response, letting him know I was definitely certain about it. “Fine.” He mouthed, flexing his jaw one more time before turning away. “Thank you,” I said to him before turning back to Michael. His face looked petrified. He was clearly scared; there was no denying it. So I wondered where he got the audacity to even try to cross Horace in the first place. “Michael, get out of this place right now if you do not want things to get out of hand.” I threatened. He swallowed, clearly still shaken from what he thought Horace was about to do to him.

"Let's go, everyone. I hope we can all find happiness in the next life." With that, everything began to dissolve. The horror game was set in a junction of time and space. After exiting the game, I was not immediately brought back to my dimension. Instead, I remain suspended in this liminal space for a while. I looked on as the abandoned hospital collapsed. After that, the government dispatched a crew to clean up the site to avoid any further injuries. They found a bag covered in dust containing the evidence. The contents were shocking. After they were disclosed to the public, everyone was in an uproar. The questionable dynamics between the doctors and the patients were once again brought to

he asked. "Yes." "And the video?" "Yes." "You didn't respond." "I didn't know what to say." He stepped closer. "The truth would be a good start." "The truth about what?" "About why you're doing this. About what you want." "I don't—" "Don't lie to me, Diego. Not here. Not now." "This whole thing is a game to you. That's all I am." "Is that what you think?" He was in my space now backing me against the wall. "Then let's play."

Jacob immediately got up and pointed his gun at the monster. "Dor! Dor! Dor!" Jacob immediately fired his M16 gun at the scary monster. But the monster was moving very fast. She managed to dodge Jacob's shot and escape by climbing to the second floor of the building. "Oh shit!" Jacob cursed. He immediately ran towards the second floor to chase after the monster. Twenty minutes had already been spent by Jacob to finish this game. Brandishing his gun, Jacob walked down the second floor of the building. The voice of the monster could be heard clearly in the building. Jacob, who was already looking exhausted, kept trying to hunt the monster and suddenly the monster passed in front of Jacob.

Didn't it? Glass shattered and a woman screamed. Burney and I were on our feet in an instant. "Ronnie?" My friend nodded. "Where's Mike?" "Not here," he said, glancing at the couch. Something thumped into our shared wall, knocking the faded picture of a sunset off its nail. It shattered on the carpet. "Where are the guns?" "With Stan." "Then let's go," I said, sprinting for the door. "Fayle!" "What?" "Catch," he said, throwing me a UV torch.