Michael Jackson Horror Game Novels & Stories

In truth, it was because I knew she liked motorcycles. "You said you wanted something exciting, right? To me, this is as exciting as it gets." The bike wasn’t anything special, but the thrill was, especially for someone like her, who had always been in control. Now she was sitting behind me, arms wrapped around my waist. I sped down the road, twisting the throttle, barely touching the brakes. "Slow down! Slow down!" she shouted, but I ignored her. The "suspension bridge effect" occurs when individuals in a state of high anxiety experience an adrenaline rush that the brain misinterprets as romantic attraction rather than fear. That was exactly what I wanted.

It was the exact look I'd never been able to resist in the past—the reason I'd given in over and over again. But after their repeated betrayal, that same expression now made my skin crawl. I shook Nova off without the slightest hesitation. She staggered and fell right into Luke's arms. I couldn't be bothered to spare them another glance. I turned and walked straight into my private game room, put on my full-body haptic suit, and ordered, "Adrian, open the horror game to the public. Now." This equipment had been custom-made for me by the company. It was completely different from the simple headset setup Nova had given me in the game room at home.

he asked in a husky voice. "Good morning, I'm fine,I just feel sore.."I said. He removed the bed covers still covering me and he immediately gasped. I wondered why. I looked down and saw a blood stain. I just blushed Michael's POV Seeing the blood stain made me realize she was a virgin. I felt really honoured, my manly Ego increased. "You were a virgin...why didn't you tell me?"I asked her "I wanted it to be a surprise gift" as soon as she said that I kissed her.

Taking frightened steps she went to the window to close it. To her surprise at a distance was a man sitting under a tree playing guitar. He was in rags and wild hairs falling on his face. Amara could not see him. Why would he play the instrument in the middle of the night? Amara thought blinking her eyes looking at his weak drained figure and the next second he was right in front of her window in a villainous laughter. His hair was covering the face and white powder was smeared all over his body. Amara squaled in terror closing her eyes and soon dropped to unconsciousness.

She shouted the first name in mind without thinking. Michael was sitting on the couch working on his laptop. Suddenly the electricity was cut off. He heard the shocking voice of his wife, causing the tall figure to quickly rise, stumbling upon Summer's belongings close to his feet. He used the flashlight from his phone hurriedly walked into the bedroom and the bathroom. He knocked on the door. "Queen! I am here. It's okay. Don't panic ... I'm here." He shouted. Because he knew that she was afraid of the dark. Especially in hotels! Jacqueline did not like staying in hotels. She was afraid of ghosts which Michael did not know where she got this symptom.

His grip tightened on my wrist and for the first time, I was truly afraid. I was alone, with a man twice my size, with anger capable of anything, I was so damn afraid. My heart lurched and the tears fell, “I hate you. I hate him,” And suddenly at a slight nod from Nik to the driver car began to pick up speed. “Artymov, what are you doing,” I was shattered as memories forced themselves into my mind, I heard the screeching of the care, tires eating away at road. The scream and skid, the crash and then nothing

IN THE HEARTS OF NEW YORK CITY Ominicient P.o.v Micheal was having a good time in his sleep, when he felt the presence of someone and he immediately opened his eyes to see Lucifer smiling down on him. "Shit!!!!" He commented, jolting up to his feet, and staring at Lucifer in horror. "Never knew you could be this scared" Lucifer commented. Micheal stylishly looked around for a gun and the one closest to him as she rushed forward and got the gun as Lucifer continued smile and laugh at him.

Michael asked. “No, I don't compete with girls.” Cassandra chuckled. “Scared I'll kick your ass?” she asked. I flexed my jaw. “I'd like to see you try” I challenged. Michael held back his laugh and pushed the console into my hand. We began, and for the first time, a girl defeated me in my own video game. “Yes!” she shouted and high-fived Michael. I frowned. “There's some sort of glitch in the game,” I said.

“We have never seen anything like it before. We assumed it was a glitch but now it seems that's what the game was meant to do.” Madriel walked in. “Having troubles?” I turned around slowly, my fist clenched to my sides. “They can't fix it.” “I know,” She looked at her nails like she was just seeing them. “It’s locked. The game has started.” “Make it stop.” “I don't make it stop. It would stop when it wants to. Except you plan to go in.” I ground my teeth and started walking out. Madriel held my hand firmly as I walked past her.

a woman dressed as a nun asked. "That's right. You're dead. Your souls were dragged into this death game." Brad shrugged. "But don't lose hope. If you clear the game, you get to live again." The screaming and shouting stopped. All eyes turned to them, filled with a new sense of hope. "To be resurrected, you need to collect 'Redemption Points.' 9,999 of them, to be exact," Jessica continued. "But here's the catch: the points you get are tied to your fear. The more terrified you are, the fewer points you get."