Permainan Hantu Jepang Novels & Stories

After a moment, Jorvan took out an infernal bill from his pocket. However, the money was covered in sticky blood. When it touched my skin, I went and got a rag to wipe it off. In the next second, I froze in place and dared not move. Oh no. In such horror games, only players could see blood. They could also see the actual undead nature of the ghouls. Jorvan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth as he stared at me. “Who are you? Where did the original owner of this food stall go?”

“This way, I decide whom I see and when.” “Unless they touch you without your permission. Spirits reaching out for help or trying to scare you away don’t hesitate to touch you.” “Oh, true,” I muttered. “You should try and see what happens.” He swallowed and turned to the open door, raising his voice. “Hey, kids! Wanna play a game?” I giggled, seeing how naturally he transitioned to Haunter Supreme to boss ghosts around and resume breakfast. “What game?” asked one of the tablets a moment later. Brandon replied like he was addressing any regular kid and nodded to me, his mug right by his mouth.

Amara was in a way relieved that her grandfather still lives and on the other hand in tenterhooks - he was in death clutches. A transperant screen suddenly pops up and she saw a vision in it. A thick rope was tied around the throat of Lima. She was going claustrophobic and almost on the brink of losing her life. "Please no...." Amara yelled to the ghost. "Do not kill her." She pleaded. "You have just ten minutes of time. Get dressed and be ready for our first night. Or else you know the repercussion. Just as the fakir and Lima died all your family will reach the lord." The vampire threatened.

“I’ve been guessing for a while but I think it is confirmed now, that child is not a pure blood.” “The heck do you know, if he wasn’t a pure blood Hunter the altar will not even react to his blood.” “You know what I think, I think he’s possessed.” “Arrrgh….. you’re such an idiot.” “Hey I think I once heard a rumour about Hunters with white eyes like his.” “What about them?” “I heard that the only two times they ever appeared, they almost wiped out the entire race.” “The heck…. Is that even possible?” “What do you know, I overheard my great grandpa talking about it with my father.”

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

I was in the wrong game? This was a horror game, not an otome romance? In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of a massive Victorian manor. "Welcome to Hollow Creek Manor." A cold, mechanical voice boomed from the sky. "Welcome, players, to the S-class survival game: Hollow Creek Manor. The rules are as follows: Survive for 10 days. Keep your Anxiety Level below 100. If it reaches 100, your soul will be obliterated. At the end of the game, the lower your Anxiety Level, the greater your reward." I froze. A game? I looked around and saw a few other people standing nearby.

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】