Scary Stories Games Novels & Stories

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

"Hey, lend us some cash." "Ooh, look at that skin. Wonder if he’s got abs under there." As they spoke, they reached out, trying to strip off my clothes. Panic shot through me and I stepped back. Just as their greasy hands were about to grab me— "Back off!" Keira appeared out of nowhere. My face stayed hidden in the shadows as I watched her fight them off. This entire setup had been staged for me from the start. It didn’t take long before the girls scattered. She ended up with a wound, collapsing right into my arms.

Finally, I give up on my books definitely, going into the gaming room after Natalina had prepared dinner and left with instructions on how to heat up the food she prepared for us and a big smooch on my cheek. I feel like a teen again and I love it. The gaming room is amazing but I am terrible at the kind of games he has stocked his shelves with. After giving up on the third FPS game, I go through the huge collection of games on the shelves next to the door and scrunch my nose because I’m not finding anything. Stupid men with their guns and swords. Seeing a few horror games, I take two of them out to look at them closer, asking me if I should give it a go and sleep even worse.

All those rides had surely made me hungry. " We will surely yack if we eat those and get on the rides" Ian exclaims. "The whole point of the game is being able to hold on; Since it is down to the three of you, take this as a plot twist to the game. The first person to throw up after the ride loses" Scar replies evilly. Sometimes i don't recognize her when she gets into her witch mode. "That's not fair" Ian whines. "Life is not fair, pretty boy" Scar replies with an evil laughter.

She insisted on sitting between us during the scary parts. Afterwards Heidi pulled out one of her new games, Animal Upon Animal, where you stack wooden snakes and sheep and things on top of each other, trying not to knock over the whole structure. I can usually tell where my animals should go, but getting them there is more of a challenge. Sarah did very well; she had amazingly calm and steady hands. Laughter and groans filled the room until half past eight, when it was time for little girls to go to bed. Heidi ended the last game by toppling the pile and starting to cry, a definite sign she was exhausted.

The oldest kid among them told the story of what happened to the owners of the house—of course he didn’t tell it as it happened because no one knows what exactly happened and so to fill that void he added more than he should to the story to make it spookier—it’s not like you could blame the kid Mission accomplished, they got scared. Instead of them to go to sleep they decided to play one last game. The oldest kid among them suggested The Closet Game. In this game all you have to do is step inside a closet that let’s not a silver of moonlight in, hold up an unlighted match and say, “Show me the light or leave me in darkness”. After a few moments, you are supposed to hear whispers and feel a p

"Maybe if we figure out exactly what they're after, we'll also find out who's spying on you. What if you tell me about these games and I analyze them?" Scott nodded. Any idea that could help eliminate the threat to his company was welcome. "Alright, I'll gather all the important info, even make you copies, and we can test them in the game room..." Alexia burst out laughing, making him sit up straight. "What?" "It's just that when an adult says 'game room,' you automatically think of Christian Grey's red room. But yours is probably all white, full of consoles and screens." "Are you mocking me?" Scott grumbled, and before she could say anything, he grabbed her hand and led her to a room she'd

Soon after that, everyone started coughing and vomiting. Me myself, I can smell the scent of flesh that had left in the air for weeks. An eyeball falls into my head. I stared at it on the floor, and the pupils moves. It locked and stared into my eyes; I screamed hard as more eyeballs fell from the dark ceiling. Everyone panicked once again. Blood rained as I hear the squishes of flesh being squeezed. ... Blake smirked as he moves the controllers. "Oh, what a game this is." He whispers to himself,.

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.

And to be the first to do such a heavy load is not easy at all. "James.” James was startled to turn around, the one who called him was Sihan. “You okay?” “A-ah, I'm good. It's okay." James tried not to panic. “I think we need to talk.” Sihan's face when saying that was flat without expression. "Huh?" James gulped, tense to face Sihan who looked different. Wondering why his friend was staring seriously and sounding spooky. "Talk? What’s talk?” “I saw it all.” The words are short, sweet, but have a meaning. Seeing what he meant by that, made it difficult for James to read the direction of this conversation. No, James actually had a hunch about this direction of the situation.