Scary Games Novels & Stories

“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?” “It could be possible, you know. Or what if those people never really played the game? Why the heck did you have to tell me about the game knowing fully well is against the rule, you didn’t just endanger my life but the life of everyone around you and if you don’t want any bad blood...” she stopped and glared at me,

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

A flicker of hope ignites within me, wondering if perhaps it’s a surprise from Andrea and what it could be. I can vividly recall the way her cheeks turned pink last night as I spoke about my ideal woman in front of her mom and grandmother. The memory brings a smile to my face, and I couldn’t wait to see her again once I finished up my business today. Eagerly, I take the square box from the receptionist, my fingers trembling slightly as I tear open the packaging. But the moment I lay eyes on its contents, my blood turns to ice, a chilling dread seeping into my bones. Inside, a familiar scarf lies, its delicate fabric marred by the unmistakable stain of blood. The receptionist’s voice fades in

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

At one point, Montez leaned subtly toward her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Why does he look at you like that?” Her breath caught. “You’re imagining things.” But Montez’s hand tightened over hers beneath the table, his suspicion unrelenting. Yanov raised his glass. “To partnerships,” he said. “Old and new.” Crystal clinked around the table. But when Yanov’s gaze locked with Amira’s across the rim of his glass, the message in his eyes was unmistakable. Amira’s stomach knotted as she forced herself to sip her wine. They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

The anticipation in the room was tangible, and I could feel the weight of impending doom hanging over me. "What is this? What evil game are you planning to play?" I gasped, my breath heavy from screaming and exertion. David cast a cold glance at Dane, who instantly understood his silent command. With a flick of a switch, the board slowly began to rotate, my body pressed against it. Panic surged through me as the rotation gradually picked up speed, and I let out a piercing scream. “We’re playing a game called darts.” He said just as the first knife came flying at me.

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.

Well, excluding the part where there are lots of people. Due to watching many movies, she had imagined many negative scenarios but she was glad it wasn’t like that. She and Scarlet sat down in an area meant for the birthday girl and her close friends. She calls that a privilege since she was no friend of the birthday girl. She quite enjoyed some of the games they have been playing although she didn’t dare participate in any of them especially that of the truth or dare, she doesn’t know why but that game freaks her out. Probably because the people she has seen playing it never give the players easy dare, it was always something ‘dirty’ as she calls it.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

The other two slumped in their seats, their heads lolling and their blood hitting the floor in a steady drip, drip. Several of their limbs bent at unnatural angles. “You talk too much.” Brax spat out a mouthful of dark red liquid. Brax Miller. Ex-con with a mile-long rap sheet, balls of steel, and a brain the size of a walnut. I smiled, then hit him again. His head snapped back, and a pained groan filled the air. My bruised knuckles stung. The room jokingly dubbed the Holding Cell in my private security headquarters smelled like copper, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of fear.