Novel & Cerita Scary Games

They had the same sharp face, her smile seemed to be like the way Scarlet smiled. We made our way to the game section, and I chose the scariest game available. Scarlet had always loved a good scare, claiming nothing frightened her. I gave Arabella a quick kiss on the cheek, a habit from my time with Scarlet, and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Good luck, baby,” I whispered. Arabella shifted uncomfortably as she wasn't used to it, she put on the game mask. As soon as the game started, she screamed and yanked off the virtual reality headset.

It’s real. Slowly, Dominique Gray turns his head toward my direction, like he can sense my presence already with the way I kept glaring at him from where I’m standing, and for a long second, our eyes lock, both of us staring at each other. And for the first time, since I knew this man existed, I could simply read the look on his face and the fiery look in his eyes. He’s started a game, a very dangerous game, and he has no intention of losing.

he snapped, slamming my body against the wall as we arrived in front of a thick iron door that was always kept firmly locked. That door led to the basement. Ever since I was little, I was strictly forbidden from going near this place. The servants referred to it as the 'Slaughterhouse'. No sound could escape from there, and no life ever returned intact after entering it. The smell of rust, salt, and the metallic stench of drying blood immediately stung my nose as soon as two heavily-built guards opened the iron door. The air around me plummeted drastically, making the hair on my neck stand on end. The darkness in the stone staircase passage gaped wide open, ready to swallow me alive.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

Scar locked the door turning to Cindy who was a crying mess on the floor,her dress rumpled,tears ruining her face,which is now streaked with mascara. “Let me go this minute” She ordered her voice shaking. “Yes I will,it's all in your hands,let's try this” Scar said softly, turning on the tap she watched the bathtub fill up slowly. She grabbed Cindy by the hair again, pushing her head in the water. Cindy thrashed uselessly,it was fruitless Scar's grip was firm. “Let's play a game,rules very simple,I ask you a question,you tell me the truth I let you go,if you don't you learn to breathe under water”

he asked. "Yes." "And the video?" "Yes." "You didn't respond." "I didn't know what to say." He stepped closer. "The truth would be a good start." "The truth about what?" "About why you're doing this. About what you want." "I don't—" "Don't lie to me, Diego. Not here. Not now." "This whole thing is a game to you. That's all I am." "Is that what you think?" He was in my space now backing me against the wall. "Then let's play."

'– I wondered, each thought more puzzling than the last, but just when I was about to spiral into chaos the spark of light from earlier rekindled. ‎ ‎A childish, yet horrific voice boomed across the room, “Welcome to "THE Survival Games" —or as our audience prefers to call it, “THE Demon Games”. Do try to stay alive long enough to be entertaining.” ‎My feet trembled. "Congratulations! You’re all dead." ‎I glanced around the room, thinking everyone'd be scared, but instead I was confronted by bored frowns. ‎Were they not atleast shocked they were dead, and in some kind of a game.

Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die."

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.