Scary Games Novels & Stories

Jerry cast a dejected glance toward Sara. "Why?" Sara gave her a perplexed look. "This game has a few simple rules, but I don't think you can follow them." I was staring at Jerry with curiosity, wondering what she had done to elicit Sara's emotional response. "In this game, you have to drink scotch and honestly respond to all our questions." "Oh, I have no issue with that. I promise to abide by these guidelines." Sara insisted Jerry let her play the game. Jerry gave me a thumbs-up as Sara and I sat around the glass table.

Her pout twists into a smile as she thinks about all the ways she could make Lily suffer. “There’s my girl. Are you ready to do this?” I coax her playfully. She smiles and I know I’ve won. We walk back into the room, hand in hand. The bully games have officially started.

This man has the aura of someone who could scare you, but I know I can handle him. "I don't want to play with you. Who are you, exactly? Or else I will send a bullet right through that cute little head of yours." He drew his weapon, and as he did so, the top trigger clicked as he pulled it back. I gave a snort of amusement, bent forward, licked it, and gave the barrel a peck.

One of them is the Anthony team, which is attended by only part of the members of the moto gang. On the other hand, Sihan looks worried, repeatedly staring at his smartphone screen. In addition, his eyes were also busy watching from a distance on the runway, closely observing a speeding motorbike leading the game. The cell phone in his hand vibrates, and the phone screen displays an incoming call. Immediately he received the call, the greeting voice sounded loud. "W-William!!" But then no more words were spoken. His lips felt dry, as did his throat from the tension and anxiety still keeping an eye on the motorbike on the race circuit.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

heartless." A glint of sarcasm flashed in Scarlett's eyes. This woman may not have many talents, but her ability to talk big had certainly improved. "Don't worry, Vivian. Even if I lose my pants, I won't hold a grudge against you," Scarlett Hayes said with a grin. I chuckled, "With Scarlett saying that, I feel much better." Kody Parker rubbed the cards together, making a sharp sound. "Ladies and gentlemen, let the game begin!" According to the rules of the game, only two pairs would remain by the end, meaning there would ultimately be one winner and one loser. From the start, Scarlett Hayes played with a fierce intensity, quickly wiping out several players' cards. Meanwhile, I maintained a

he said sullenly. I lowered my eyes and said nothing. I just turned and walked out, leaving no trace of hesitation. Even after the door closed, I could still hear his snickering inner thoughts. "I thought she'd kick up a fuss. Guess she knows better." I turned, smirking. He thought he'd set up a trap and fooled me. What he didn't know was that my game had only just begun. Two days later, I went to a back-alley clinic and had 400mL of blood drawn. Then, staggering, I made my way to Kyle's apartment and collapsed ever so precisely in front of his door.

“We’ve been expecting you. Everything is prepared exactly as requested. Right this way.” The security team parted like waves at his signal, and we were led down a private corridor off the main floor, Camila's arm curled in mine as if she was born to be here. And she was. We came for La Sombra, the annual high-stakes game of Ruleta de Sangre, a twisted version of roulette that was old-school and brutal; no cameras, no civilians. Just the who’s who of the underworld, watching one another over cigars and fortunes, where losing meant more than money, and winning bought you weeks of silence in the right circles.

The scariest game of all time might be Hide and Seek, when you don’t know who’s it. “Who are you?” I was trying to be calm despite my situation. Thinking two steps ahead wouldn’t be any help. Besides, the only thing I could come up with were all bloody horrible scenarios. “I told you already, we’re going to play a game.”