Scary Games Ghost Novels & Stories

9 The coach’s: Finn– Terror: 90 They both turned to stare at me, shocked and confused, as if wondering how on earth I had kept my terror level at zero. What could I say? The ghosts here were adorable and oddly kind, what was there to be afraid of? The mechanical voice returned, dripping with amusement. > 【Players, do you wish to feed the keys and open the Gate to the Otherworld? > Remember, you only have until midnight. After that, you’ll be trapped here forever.】 Keys? The only one I had was the key to our 30th-floor apartment. But the locks on the door were all heart-shaped, and that key clearly didn’t fit.

I stayed on the phone with her for another few minutes until she left for her shift. After I hung up, I took a deep breath, double-checked my reflection, and applied a second coat of red lipstick for extra confidence before I exited my room. The faint sounds of Greta's favorite Italian game show drifted from the kitchen as I walked to the foyer. She liked watching TV while cooking and said Dante had installed the kitchen's small flat-screen for her when she started working for him. He'd threatened to remove it if any of her meals weren't up to par, but no one took his threats seriously.

Henry had even fainted, and blood was dripping from his mouth. Layla had never seen so much blood, and she instantly felt sick. “What happened to him?” Marcus looked at her and sneered, “Continue screaming if you want your tongue to be cut off, too.” Layla immediately shut her mouth as her face paled. What the hell was happening? Ghost walked over, still wearing his scary mask. When Layla saw him, she moved backward, and she felt the blood in her veins dry up. “Don’t come close to me. Who are you?”

“Well, well. That didn’t take long. I was almost hoping you’d fail.” I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “Disappointed?” “That depends. What did you come up with?” I sauntered toward him, stopping just a few feet away. “You like games, don’t you, Your Highness?” His smirk deepened. “You’re catching on.” I held up the scarf. “Then let’s play one.” Cassius arched a brow. “Intriguing. What’s the game?” I let the scarf slip through my fingers, watching his gaze track its movement. “It’s simple. You let me blindfold you, and I’ll… entertain you.”

That was why the timing of the appearance of the bloody head was unpredictable. The music continued to play as the ball passed from one hand to another, but then it suddenly stopped when it was in someone's hands. A bloody head once again popped out of the ball as the music stopped, and the others were able to breathe a sigh of relief when they weren't picked off by the ghost in the second round of the game. Unfortunately, Jessica was the one chosen by the ghost, and her blue eyes stared blankly at the bloody head that was also staring back at her.

“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.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Pascal frowned and wondered if this was the doing of Ghost. Despite the eerie presence of the ghost, Pascal pressed on, determined to find Katie. He briskly walked around, taking deep breaths to catch her scent. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced through the air, causing him to stop in his tracks. "Help!" the voice cried out. Pascal's heart raced as he tried to locate the source of the distress call.

Beyond the movie, watched her react is entertainment enough, though I didn’t want her to realized my impression of her. “Instead of covering your eyes, try covering your ears. The scariest part of horror movies is the jumpscare sounds. Sorry I didn’t ask you first.” “Really? I feel like the ghost will jump out of the screen and come for me.” She parted her fingers to peeked at me with one eye. “Is it gone?” I nodded quickly. Even in the dark, I could see her adorable expression. If only she knew I was aware of her true identity, I would reach for her…