Michael Jackson Horror Game Novels & Stories

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

"It's way too quiet tonight. Usually, the guy downstairs is gaming at this hour, but tonight there's nothing." I was taken aback. Even with the rain pouring down, he noticed the silence below. Still, he was right. That college student downstairs often blasted his game audio and talked with his teammates on voice chat. Even I could hear it. But tonight, it was just the rain. I texted, "Maybe he didn't game tonight. He could've turned in early." The guy in 603 replied, "Could be, but it's Friday. This is when he'd usually pull an all-nighter."

I blink my eyes replacing the dream to see a nightmare unfolding before me. A huge monster is holding Lyrica by the throat and Cooper has been knocked out by something, or something like that. Lyrica’s face is filled with horror, her eyes wide and glassy, her hands holding on to the monsters trying to make it release her, but I know there is no use. Quickly I grab my bow and put the arrow on the string, slowly I pull it back hoping to avoid the monsters attention. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Stops me in my tracks.

“What the fuck for?” “We’re gonna play a little game. You like games, right, Michael? You seem to play them on the ladies. They say no, and you chase a little game of cat and mouse. The thing is, Michael, you didn’t touch just any pussy this time. You touched my lioness, and there needs to be a price for that.” When Michael doesn’t move, I nod at Tony, who points the gun at the coward’s temple. I lean forward in my chair, twirling the sharp blade on the small table. “Bullet or my game, Michael. The choice is yours.”

I felt a collective sigh of relief wash over us, thinking the next game would be a breather, and fortunately the system didn't disappoint. "The next game is Hide and Seek," the system announced and the crowd erupted in excited chants. “I wouldn't be so excited if I were you," the system announced, it's tone cold. The players exchange nervous glances, unsure of what the system was babbling about. It only took the system to speak once more for us to understand why it was so skeptical. “The seeker for this game would be Medusa, the Reaper, and Dracula." And just like that, our relief was short-lived. The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows.

Hands lunged for my throat from all sides as I desperately tried to pull out the meteor hammer from my inventory, only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" Silvia held up my meteor hammer from behind. "That level-six item of yours is pretty impressive. If it were just Derrick, he wouldn't stand a chance. "You're not a player, are you? You don't even know the most basic rule. Cursed items don't work on players. They only affect the entities in the dungeon. Players can only harm each other using modern weapons." It all clicked at once as I realized she had already teamed up with Derrick, and when the meteor hammer struck him earlier, Silvia must have used her Hypnotic Eyes on me, which mean

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

But then I blinked and all I saw in the space between the curtains was the occasional strobe of raindrops falling in the moonlight. Suddenly the shadows shifted. Something was moving out there. Trees, I tried to convince myself. Squirrels. Fear ran through my body again as I realized I didn’t know if anybody locked the back door. Inhaling a deep breath, I stepped forward, but then heard distinct scratching. I took a step backwards. Scared, I flew across the kitchen, smacking my hip against the edge of the counter. A sting immediately shot down my leg and I felt it go numb. Wincing in pain, I turned, limping on my leg as I fled as fast as I could.

“What the fuck for?” “We’re gonna play a little game. You like games, right, Michael? You seem to play them on the ladies. They say no, and you chase a little game of cat and mouse. The thing is, Michael, you didn’t touch just any pussy this time. You touched my lioness, and there needs to be a price for that.” When Michael doesn’t move, I nod at Tony, who points the gun at the coward’s temple. I lean forward in my chair, twirling the sharp blade on the small table. “Bullet or my game, Michael. The choice is yours.”

She mostly kept to the city, but she loved the sights of the colourful lights and brightly decorated stores that stood out in the gloom of the night. “What are you hungry for?” “Anything.” She answered, distracted by the teenage girls playing hopscotch in front of a four-storey building. “Anything.” He repeated. “Do you come here often?” "Not recently, but I used to." He pointed at her window. "There is a gaming centre down that road. In college, I loved to come over and play a game or ten with my friends." "What kind of games." "RPG." "Are you any good?"