Qt Horror Game Novels & Stories

" What game ? I am not into your shitty games, Phet." " It's not shitty. I and Dae play this often to decide who will pay the bill. Anyway we are simply sitting here, right ? Let's play this until our order comes." " Oh..this kid ! Okay what game ?", Oak asked. " Blink game. Blink the eye game. We should stare into each other's eyes. The one who first blinks their eyes loses." " No no. I am not playing.", Oak immediately shook his head. " Why are you like this ?", Phet pouted looking at Oak and then crossed his arms.

The leaves and twigs under her feet made cracking sounds with every step, completely covering up the sound of the footsteps of the stalker behind her. After she finished using the bathroom, she began to walk back. Hearing the faint cheers from the beach as the breeze blew past her, she couldn't help but stop and look in the direction of the beach out of curiosity. Not far behind her, a pair of eyes glimmered in the darkness. At the same time, the moonlight broke through the thick trees and cast a ferocious shadow on the figure's pale face. A creepy smile appeared on the figure's bloodthirsty red lips. Then, the figure raised his slender hands that looked like those of a ghost's, and slowly s

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

Without a word he comes over and lifts me up and I shove my head against his chest. Suddenly I am being lowered onto the mattress. I look up at Cooper and gesture for him to take a sit. “It’s a long story, so you may as well make yourself comfortable.” Cooper chooses to sit on the luggage closest to me. I continue to look at him, waiting for him to ask his questions. His first question isn’t the hardest question, just the one he will most likely not believe. “What are you hunting up here?” “I am in the mountains hunting these types of monsters that are invisible to the average human, but I can see them.”

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

In last year's Saturday before Halloween, Jake lied he had a cold and ended having to put up with his annoying brother at home. It's not that he was scared or anything(except from the dark). Hell, he was a big fan of horror stories and movies like Friday the 13th, The Shining, The Amityville Horror and his personal favorite, It. It was just that trying to bring to life such stuff seemed like a very stupid idea to him. 'Fuck Halloween,' he found himself muttering and turned to switch off his phone when he noticed something. Just below Matt's text dialog box, another dialog seemed to have popped up and Jake thought he saw the words, we'll see about that before disappearing and immediately afte

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

Just as she opened the gate, the same man from the long black coat that Benjamin saw earlier appeared before her. Amara saw his ghostly appearance that was flying in air with no limbs and she was shivering with terror. Her complete body was sweating, the heart rate increased and she was almost at the stage of collapse. "Go away from here, there is nobody residing inside. Go away." He admonished her firm. Amara shook her head even when she was on the verge of losing conscience. "Alexander is inside. I need to save him." She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house.