Scary Games Novels & Stories

“Please grab Cooper we need to go, like right now.” Slowly Lyrica gets to her f*et and trudges over to Cooper; who is now sitting up looking a bit disorientated. I wave my hand at him calling him to come over to me, slowly he nods his head and climbs to his f*e, with Lyrica’s help he is able to walk over to me and stand beside me. I explain what the monster had said to me and he nods his head in understanding. Slowly we head out, I count the steps in my head 1,2,3,4,5,6... This continues for what f*els like hours. We stop for lunch at step 580. Quickly we eat some of the food Cooper had packed and continue on our way. Meanwhile my brain is suffering from all the thoughts that are coming to m

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

Ryan asked, cracking open a soda can. Anna grinned, holding up the book. “How about we try The Reflection Game?” Sophia’s brows furrowed. “Isn’t that the one where people supposedly disappear or go crazy?” “Exactly,” Anna replied. “It’ll be fun.” Mia rolled her eyes. “Or terrifying.” Logan clapped his hands together. “I’m in. Let’s see if this so-called game can actually scare us.” By the time the group left the library that evening, the plan was set. None of them noticed the shadowy figure reflected in the glass door as they exited, watching them with unblinking eyes.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

"There's no way in hell I'm wearing that." "Are you willing to play for it?" "Play?" He turns around and goes back to the display of adult games. When he returns, he's holding something called "Hang the Cock on the Hunk." It looks like a version of Pin the Tail on the Donkey, only... well, you know. "What do you say?" he asks. His gaze is dark, wicked. "Why would I agree to that?" I say. "If I refuse to play then I don't have to risk anything."

They were from Chris and Sanya There was also a book of dares. We read it and it was so much fun. We dared each other to perform different acts in the bedroom. We were definitely going to enjoy reading it. There was a board game for a couple. It was very interesting and we made our way around the cards and performed raunchy foreplay actions on each other. I was blushing very hard by looking at and trying those naughty gifts. There were so many things and I was curious to see all of them.

“My mind is playing tricks due to the fasting. It’s nothing but a trick of the shadows, right?” He turned back to the vault, but a heavy, freezing palm pressed directly against the center of his spine, sending a massive shockwave of primal terror straight down his nervous system. Bryce spun on his heel, his claws extending as he slashed at the air, but there was absolutely no one there. “Who is running an execution game in this house? Show your face!” his voice trembled, his scent turning completely putrid with fear.

As for where he was in the dark of night, well, he was right by my food stall. The audience easily guessed that something sinister was going on, and their discussion reached a fever pitch. [The newbie is done for. The players have started killing one another.] [The scariest part of this horror game isn’t just the ghouls. Sometimes players are even more ruthless to one another.] [Her cooking might be able to win over the ghoul NPCs, but it won’t do much against another player’s longsword!] [What’s she going to do now? Can someone communicate with Camden? I can spend money to convince him not to do it. I’ll spend whatever it takes!]

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

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.