Michael Jackson Horror Game Novels & Stories

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.

I rush to reach over and get it. Jackson:Are you still all sticky? Me:You know I am. Jackson:You better be. Me:Or what? Jackson:Don’t start a game you can’t finish, Kamila. Me:Oh, but I love games so much. ackson:Remember you said that. Excitement fills me at the dark threat in his words. And the hope that he follows through on it.

"I've never felt so scared and on the verge of...death in my entire life," Jackson let out shakily. "She didn't even think twice before putting me in there to freeze to death," he sniffled. "I didn't think Michael would find me. I was ready to give up," he admitted with a shaky breath.

"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

Saying this, Jason covered the screen with one hand and quickly placed a set of documents in front of her with the other, then quickly withdrew. “Oh my… You’re such a scaredy-cat. How are you going to protect your girlfriend in the future? Next time I’ll take you to a horror escape room to bolster your courage!” With that, Kira slashed another character, causing another spatter of blood. “Awesome!” Jason could hardly keep a straight face. When the game finally ended with no survivors, she exited satisfied and picked up the documents. “Isn’t this the pawn record from our Hamilton Pawnshop? Why was it brought out?”

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.

“Come on, we were wrong, Winnie. Those sisters really are exactly alike. They lie the second they open their mouths. We almost fell for it.” “Exactly. Country girls are just cowards. Getting into a horror game is so cool. What is there to be scared of? Pathetic.” “Don’t be mad, Winnie. We definitely trust you. We’re going in with you.” I closed my eyes, no longer interested in wasting words on them. I walked forward quickly, ready to bring Josie over. Once the game started, it would be bad if Josie and I were not teleported into the same scene.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.