My Horror Movie Watching Blanket

Si Aria Mercedes, sikat na aktres at alagang-alaga ng Shining Stars dahil sa malaking perang naipapasok nito. Ngunit si Aria ay hindi lamang aktres. Siya ay sikat lamang sa larangan ng paghuhubad at paggawa ng mga pelikulang kinahuhumalingan ng kahit na sinong mga kalalakihan. Si Aria ay makakaramdam ng pagkabitin at pagkasabik sa tunay na pagtatalik dahil sa mga bed scenes na ginagawa niya kaya naman nang minsang gumawa siya ng pagpapaligaya sa sarili ay nahuli siya ni Vin Walton, ang owner ng Shining Stars. Hindi sukat akalain ni Aria na ang mga wild bed scenes na ginagawa niya sa movie ay tuluyan niyang mararanasan kay Vin at sa mga lalaking papasok sa buhay niya dahil mula nang magtrabaho siya sa Shining Stars...

On the night of my awakening, which was also my 18th birthday, my parents locked me in a silver cage in the basement while my foster sister Emma prepared for her ceremony upstairs. Then, the Blood Moon Eclipse struck, forcing every member of the pack to evacuate. Emma urged our parents to help. My heart warmed, and I thought they would come to save me. However, the only thing my father carried out was Emma’s stuffed wolf doll. They clutched Emma and fled for their lives, leaving me behind in the collapsing basement. When I crawled out of the ruins, they were already in the safehouse, celebrating Emma’s successful awakening as a White Wolf. Ten years later, I became the heir to Blackstone Consortium, controlling half of the werewolf world’s economy. When we met again, the former leader of the Silvermoon Pack knelt before me. “I've finally found you, my daughter.” My gaze was cold as I faced the stranger in front of me. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

It’s end of October 1985 and the crumbling river town of Dubois, Iowa is shocked by the gruesome murder of one of the pillars of the community. Detective David Carlson has no motive, no evidence, and only one lead: the macabre local legend of “Boris Orlof,” a late night horror movie host who burned to death during a stage performance at the drive-in on Halloween night twenty years ago and the teenage loner obsessed with keeping his memory alive. The body count is rising and the darkness that hangs over the town grows by the hour. Time is running out as Carlson desperately chases shadows into a nightmare world of living horrors. On Halloween the drive-in re-opens at midnight for a show no one will ever forget. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

It was my third day working as an NPC cashier in a horror game when the supermarket got completely wrecked by players. They stormed in, smashing shelves, looting everything, setting fires, feeling real proud of themselves. "Told you the shopkeeper here was useless. Absolutely trash in all combat stats," one said. "Grab whatever you want. Once we're done, we'll just kill the owner," another chimed in. My mouth was gagged. I shook my head in terror. One of the players sneered. "Begging? That won't save you." No! That was not what I was trying to say! I was trying to tell them that today was the NPC internal shopping day. Three minutes from now, every single dungeon boss in the entire game would be rushing here to shop.

The day I was supposed to win the biggest award of my career, I walked in on my boyfriend, Ethan, in bed with another woman. He sneered, calling me a face-blind, scent-deaf bore in bed. I planned to expose his ass at the award ceremony. Instead, he and his lover mowed me down with their car. Next thing I knew, I woke up with them in an S-class horror survival game. Mortality rate: over 95%. We had to survive ten days in a haunted manor to be revived. Hit 100 on your Anxiety Level, and your soul is obliterated. Chloe, Ethan's lover, sneered. "Sensory defects? You can't recognize ghosts or smell danger. In a horror game, that’s a death sentence. You might as well just die." The others heard her and scrambled to team up. Me? I walked straight into the lair of the manor's final boss. The most powerful demon in the game wanted to devour my soul. I couldn't really see him. I just thought he was a cosplayer. I lunged forward, poked his abs, and pointed at the glowing crack in his chest. "Wow, you're really committed to the role. This getup must've cost a fortune."

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

Modupe Bankole Williams swore never return to the country of her birth, not since her mother returned back leaving her with her cheat of a father and his mistress. But Modupe's ambition is bigger to her than some silly vow she made as a teenager. Which is how she finds herself on a flight to Nigeria with her playboy Colleague, Will and six resident doctors in her care. They suddenly find themselves in some serious trouble when members are found dead in their hotel rooms with missing limbs. Will Modupe escape with her life an job intact or will this mystery hunter be the doom that finally consumes her whole?

Banyak kasus kematian yang pada akhirnya berhasil Setya ungkap, bukan semata ia sengaja mencari petunjuk untuk membantu kepolisian. Hanya saja mereka sendiri yang datang untuk meminta pertolongan padanya. Tak jarang mereka datang tanpa tahu tempat, di mana pun bisa datang jika ada kesempatan, memperlihatkan diri dengan bentuk mereka yang bermacam rupa dari yang biasa saja hingga yang bisa membuat perut mual. Hal itu sudah biasa bagi Setya, ia akan membantu para arwah yang datang menemuinya dan melakukan hal yang bisa membuat mereka tenang.

The whole world got sucked into a survival horror game. While everyone else was grinding mobs and trying not to get wiped, the system bugged out and tagged me as an NPC. My role? Takeout girl. I cruised around on my busted scooter, dropping food at boss lairs. If my rating dipped under 9.0, I'd keel over instantly. I figured I was just some unlucky idiot skating on death's edge. Then a pack of dumb players tried to jack my ride. That's when the scariest bosses in the game roared at once: "Who the hell thinks they can touch my crew?!"