Michael Jackson Horror Game Novels & Stories

"And you think I'm just going to let them take her?" Michael met his eyes. "No. But if she's their target, then she's also their key". Jessica's head snapped up. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying", Michael said slowly, "you might be the only one who can end this". Thunder rolled outside. The lights flickered, once, twice then the hum of the generator died, plunging them into near darkness. Romeo reached for his gun. "We're not alone". Michael was already at the window. "Motion sensors tripped. West perimeter".

"So you knew exactly what Ironhart Manor was. You left it for me on purpose. Then after you found out I survived, you lured me here so someone else could kill me and you could take my items. "But you forgot one thing, Holly." "Sometimes plans blow up in your face." After dealing with haters for years, being careful had basically become instinct. The second I entered this game, I knew something felt off. This was the same company's canceled horror game. The one that failed approval for being too violent. And the worst part? Once you entered, your real body synced with the game. If you died in here, you died for real. So Holly was the one who swapped the game package.

[Welcome, players, to the SSS-level horror dungeon: Office Tower Urban Legends. [Dungeon rule: Lying is forbidden. Anyone who lies dies instantly. [Starting players: Ten. [Clear objective: Figure out why everyone in this building lost their memories. Restore all memories to beat the dungeon. [All ten players confirmed. Seven days left until New Year's Eve. Clear the dungeon before then. [Have fun.] A cold, robotic voice crackled in my ear. I had literally just finished sending in a vacation request, and the next second, I got dragged straight into a horror game.

He clawed at his neck, slowly getting choked as he was flung around like a ghost. We all watched on in horror, some of us trying to help him, but the rest too in shock to react. Before he could fully suffocate though, the Loudspeakers came on one last time. "Oh, I almost forgot the eye holes in the ghost costume!" As the Loudspeakers announced this, Jinju was stopped in the middle of the room, and a clicking sound rang out, almost like the cocking of a gun. Suddenly, two spears shot out of the wall, and went straight through Jinju's eyes and out the back of his skull, blood splattering all over the room.

Maybe it was Michael, but how could I when he was my ‘host’? Michael turned in my direction. “Honey, it is nice that you are here,” he flashed a smile at me. “Do you want to join me in this game?” “No.” He pouted and some of the men with him laughed. “Come on, the game is quite simple. All you have to do to win is to not let your daggers stab the object by the board. Quite fun, don’t you think?” He asked with pure glee in his eyes. So he enjoy playing games on people’s life. Such a sick person. I wondered why I had felt like I was safe around him.

Sensing her discomfort, I reached over and pulled her and the beanbag closer, placing her right by my side. A smile crept across Willow's face. "Alright, friends," she announced to the group, "let me share the rules for our Halloween Eve drinking game. Take a sip from your drink every time Freddy Krueger appears, someone screams, or when someone says the words nightmare, dream, or sleep." "What about Tony?" Maddy interjected. "I'm not playing," Tony responded. "You can't opt out," Willow retorted. "And you know I mean business when I use a double negative."

Poor guy spent years getting this place just right, and now it's getting wrecked by these dense fools who think they own everything. "My gaming setup!" Jackson yells as his PlayStation gets crushed under falling debris. How the hell did he carry a gaming station through the portal? "I just bought the new FIFA!" He cries out again. "Really?" Luna asked sarcastically, looking at him as if she were imagining ways to smash his head against a wall. "We're about to die and you're worried about soccer games?" "It's football, and yes!" Jackson shoots back. "Some of us have priorities! Damn it!"

The central air conditioning simply wasn't enough to cool down the thick, heavy layer of sexual tension that had built up in the small space between the three of us. Suddenly, Mike let out a rough exhale, abruptly hitting the pause button on his game controller and tossing it down onto the glass table with a loud clatter. He turned his torso completely toward me, his dark eyes narrowing into a dangerous, calculating stare. “This is getting entirely too boring,” Mike said suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet room like a dare. He smirked slightly, his eyes tracking the way my chest rose and fell. “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

The instant I took over the administrator's position, the mechanical voice echoed through the instance once more. "Game forcibly initiated. All players must enter Happy Home within thirty minutes. Failure to comply will result in consequences at your own risk." In an instant, everyone shuddered violently. They rushed toward the residential complex in a frantic stampede. After they had all entered, my mother carefully used her ghost energy to heal me. She examined me over and over again, checking every inch of my body. Only after confirming I had no other injuries did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

I feigned relaxation and was just about to speak when Lloyd ran over, like a shark smelling blood. Worked up, he pointed at me and Wendy, then said to the reporters, “Can you believe them?! They’re actually cheating in public! Take their photos! Wendy Clark won’t be able to hide this!” He sounded really excited, and his features were twisted, which made him look like a monster. However, the cameras trained on me turned to Lloyd, taking him by surprise. Just as he wondered whether they had been bought over, Wendy slapped him in the face, stunning him so much that he found himself unable to react.