Scary Games Ghost Novels & Stories

"Oh, dear. Sensory deficiencies? In a horror game, that’s fatal. You should just give up. Might as well die now and get it over with." "Yeah," Marcus shook his head. "If you can't recognize a ghost's true form or smell danger, you're just asking to die." The other players started whispering, their eyes filled with either pity or glee. Ethan bit his lip, looking like he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent. Face blindness. That's what Chloe had used to attack me when I caught them. She said I was so boring I couldn't even recognize Ethan in bed. I shook my head, forcing the image out of my mind.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

“Milo! Oh my Goddess! Oh MY GODDESS!” Ghost jumps forward, swiping the air to defend us. Someone screams. There’s no one there. It’s just Leni and me and the thick metallic scent of liquid death. Blood? Why is there blood? I’m hallucinating. I grab my head to shake the feeling away. My hands are wet. What the fuck? I yank Ghost back and stumble forward, disoriented from the transition. “MILO! Help me!” Lenora screams.

Scarlett asked innocently, a sly smile playing on her lips as she watched Aysel's fear-stricken face at the mere mention of another game. "No, please, no more games. I beg you. I can't take it. I won't survive! Please, Scarlett, just stop here," Aysel pleaded desperately, tears cascading down her hazel eyes to her cheeks and leaving wet trails on the cold floor as her lips trembled in helplessness, knowing that Scarlett's games only meant more torture for her.

It let out an ungodly wail that sent ice through my veins. "You killed me, Serena... Now you'll join me..." I screamed, stumbling backward. My legs hit my desk chair and I went down hard, my phone clattering away. The figure advanced, moaning eerily. In the dim emergency lights, I could see it reaching toward me with bloody fingers. "Help! Somebody help!" I scrambled backward, my vision blurring with tears of terror. Just as the figure lunged at me, the studio doors burst open. Ryan charged in with his security team, flipping on the main lights. The "ghost" froze, then tried to flee, but two security guards tackled her to the ground.

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.

While Hayden seemed to enjoy looking around, I spent the time to mentally prepare myself for when the ghost would come out and scare us. “See? It’s not as scary as you think. These things are made for kids...” Hayden said, sounding bored. “I’m just scared that something will pop out and…AHHHHH!” I said before screaming loudly in shock. I think I saw a bloody ghost or something jump out at us and I just screamed at the top of my lungs and started hugging and hiding behind Hayden. Why am I here? I can’t wait to get out of here! “Nooooo! Let’s get out of here! Out of here!” I continued screaming.

in the evening when Angela and her daughter returned, they found the whole family seated at the living room waiting for them. They looked at them eagerly, it was scary to them, strings of thoughts ran through their mind, where have we gone wrong? What have we done? Angela breathed out loud, her heart beat faster, it could barely be heard by someone next to her, she folded her hands in fear tried to get words out of her mouth, but couldn’t, she had never been that scared in her life before. She was not ready to lose the battle yet, she was willing to do anything just so she could stay and make them pay for her misery.

Skylar stopped smiling and said coldly, "Oh, it's you. Did you get it?" Three days ago, Skylar forcibly fed the Soul-devouring Bloodworm to Neil and his girlfriend, and then ordered him to steal the ghost token for him. It was the reason Skylar remained in Mid City. "Yes." Neil took out a black-colored token and passed it to Skylar. The token seemed to be made of a material similar to jade and was emitting a cold aura. It was none other than the ghost token. A smile broke out of Skylar's face as he took the ghost token. "Well done. I was right to choose you for the task," he said. Then he waved his hand dismissively and said, "You can leave now."

They were left far enough behind to be nothing more than an unpleasant memory. Still, Emily stared through the window at the darkness in silence, afraid to believe it was actually over. "I'm William," the dark-haired man said, breaking into her musing and reminding her she hadn't escaped all the monsters yet. She turned toward him slowly, and noticed his arm that was nearest to her had scars that ran from his wrist all the way up his arm until they disappeared under his sleeve. They were too numerous to count and created a strange criss-cross pattern across the muscles and skin.