Scary Games To Play At Sleepovers Novels & Stories

I exhaled calming down. I got a text from Stacey 📩We're having a sleep over at your place, dont even think of refusing see you tonight Stacey📩 I smiled, that will sure cheer me up. Night at Whitney's house I laughed with Stacey as we took the snacks to meet the boys, the sleep over is going great and we are about to play truth or dare. We settled around the small table and placed a bottle in the middle. Jace spinned the bottle and it pointed at Stacey

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

I gathered my last strength and screamed through the gap under the door: “Sarah! It’s not me! There’s something upstairs pretending to be me! Help! Call the police!” But my cry came out weak, cracked, barely audible. And from upstairs, perfectly overlapping and drowning me out, came the same desperate plea in my exact voice: “Sarah! It’s not me! There’s something upstairs pretending to be me! Help! Call the police!” It mimicked my panic flawlessly. Sarah laughed nervously. “What are you two playing at? Sounds like a game.” The monster answered lightly, “Just a silly daddy-daughter prank, honey. Everything’s fine.”

We get comfy on the bed and watch a funny movie while eating pizza, junk food, and popcorn instead of the formal meals we usually have. We drink way too much soda–though Tristan also has a beer or two–and then we play a video game that he is really good at. Me, not so much. After that, he asks, “Do you want to watch a scary movie?” My eyebrows raise. “Oh, come on. I’ll keep you safe.” I let out a deep breath and agree, and he puts in a movie I’ve never even heard of before about a possessed doll.

“The game is this weekend, anyway.” “Yessss. Sia told me about the game. She said something about coming. I'll be there too.” “Aren't we supposed to spend some time together, Amy? Did you change your mind about the sleepover already?” “Oh, that—” She rested her back. “We can do it when the game is over, or can we not?” “Of course, you can.” Richard chipped. He looked at me through the mirror that faced him. “I'm sure you can go ahead with the sleepover thing later, you know. Amy says she'd like to be at the game - she said you said so.”

Sky would rather swallow the entire bowl of glowing-blue gasoline punch than be labeled the girl who dipped early from Elisa Campbell’s house. She lifted her chin. “No one’s bailing.” Charlie looked at her sharply. “Sky…” “We’re staying,” she said firmly. Elisa smirked. “Great! Because I am about to announce that we are playing truth or dare and you don’t want to miss it.” “Truth or dare?” Sky repeated. “Wow. Really reinventing the wheel there.” Elisa blinked. “Excuse me?” Sky narrowed her eyes. “Truth or dare is what fifth graders play at sleepovers when they’ve run out of Oreos,” Sky said sweetly. “This is a high school party, Elisa. We should play something actually exciting.”

"Oh, I love games! Let’s do it!" They all spent the night playing various party games, including truth or dare, and the atmosphere turned loud and full of laughter. It was the most surreal thing I had ever experienced—watching my regular, human family playing childhood games with a multi-billionaire werewolf Alpha and his sister in a magical, glowing forest. The games lead to multiple lighthearted dares, resulting in total chaos. Evan was dared to do a ridiculous dramatic reading of a grocery list, which had Mom and Anya laughing so hard they were wiping tears from their eyes. Then, the bottle spun and landed squarely on Lukas.

Inside, my heart was screaming, Please don’t hurt me again! “Mom! Liam!” Joe bounded toward us. “I just had the best idea!” “What is it, honey?” I asked. “I bet we could all fit on that giant bed…” “Maybe…” I said with trepidation. I had a bad feeling about where this was going. “What are you thinking, pal?” Liam asked. Joe smiled as his idea burst out in an explosion of excitement and joy, “Sleepover!”

Benjamin muttered, responding to Fin's pleading face. Lucas rolled his eyes with a huff. “Dad, they’re called board games for a reason — because they’re boring as hell.” “Well, how about a game of 'Truth or Dare' then?” Grayson suggested, almost sending Lucas and me into cardiac arrest. “I hate that game,” Mason whispered, coiling his arms around himself. “That game is evil and possessed by the Devil.”

“What do people do at sleepovers? We could practice the model walk.” “You mean you want me to work?” Blair asks, and I stiffen. “What…what do you want us to do? I will do whatever it is you want so let’s just stay indoors.” I say, and though she frowns at my desperation and tone of words, she yields without asking, ‘What is wrong.’ “Okay, we’ll do karaoke. I have a machine, but first, let’s change into pyjamas.” ** Despite only changing floors to go to the room with the Karaoke machine, Matteo’s guards follow us.