Scarecrow Games Novels & Stories

Honestly the panic is uncalled for. “Look, you don’t have to worry about anything. Those treats are just fake, it’s just like a normal horror game there’s nothing to be scared about. If those treats were to be real then with the vast majority of people giving reviews about the game after playing the game thereby breaking the rules half of Texas could have been dead by now or do those people never have loved ones?”

If it was something that involved buying or selling, I was out! It led me to a game, “The Harvest”. “Howdy!”, a mascot popped up. Quite ugly if I might say. “Please add player name” “Uhhm…”, recalling what Laura had said about using my real name, I decided to use something else. “Farmer…”. “Please choose your weapon, Farmer!” “Weapon?”, I asked out loud seeing the guns and knives mixed with farm utensils in what looked like a farming game. It made no sense.

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

“I won't let these mongrels steal a chance at real happiness.” Warren spun and spread the wings, the adlets spread out on instinct, Warren gutted two more and raced to the second mounted leader. Heavy gunfire and smoke hailed the coming of the Scald Crow, “Did somebody order back up?” Jack's disembodied voice shouted. The adlets tripped over themselves to get away, and several hurled spears only to have them clatter against the Scald Crows Superior armor. The heavy guns roared until the furry invaders were out of sight.

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

And the more we are frightened, the more it gets stronger. “In this game, I get to decide whether you win, or you die. Hawak niyo ang kapalaran ninyo, kaya sana handa kayo. Play wisely, I hope you brought luck with you because you are gonna need it. Get ready to draw your cards. Let the games, begin!”

he grinned at his thoughts, stopping the car near the desired mansion in the gray wolf village. He sucked in the air, smelling the echoes of the scent of night lilies and licked his lips in anticipation. The game has begun. Yaroslava Dawn rays managed to touch the horizon line. Streams of sunlight painted the sky in bright colors. All around is silence. Taking off my high heels, I wandered along the main street of our cottage village. Outsiders are not allowed to be here, so I had to say goodbye to the taxi driver before entering the village near the barrier with security. Yes, and walking alone along the slender rows of monolithic cottages does not hurt. It was worth considering everything

I made another mad dash, with Nyx right behind me. We finally found refuge against a scarecrow, our chests heaving as we caught our breath. But the scarecrow blinked at me, and suddenly, it sprang to life, jumping down from its post, brandishing a machete, and making a beeline for me. Nyx and I shrieked and fled in opposite directions. I sprinted to the right, heart racing, desperately trying to put distance between me and the scarecrow. I stumbled upon a darkened area in a field and dove into the bushes, hoping to evade him.

For the next few hours, rooks and bodies perched under the arms and legs and pedestal poles of each scarecrow stuck under the grave, screaming assorted names that had nothing like their families' names. - FATHER WHAT DID YOU DO, FATHER WHAT DID YOU DO, WHY DID YOU DO THAT? – That was the beginning of Luna's scream like a scarecrow, if that wasn't enough, the crows screamed and cawed together, it spread throughout the cemetery, screaming and screaming. - KILLER, KILLER, WHY DID YOU DO THAT?