Sleepover Horror Games Novels & Stories

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.

Coleman padded along the walls, the secretions holding him to the surface like Velcro knitting together. Andrew continued to climb down the ladder, Suzanne over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. Timms, hanging on above, but below Jackson, was the first to shoot up at the thing... because it was no longer a man, no longer technically alive anymore—which caused another problem for those trying to combat the Sleepers. If the virus was inside you when you died—the air getting to Coleman’s bullet wounds as he lay bleeding to death—then apparently it wouldn’t let you go without a fight. They hadn’t hung around to see, but maybe back there during the first battle the burnt up sleepers had carried o

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

“Did I enter the wrong room? Is this even a horror game? I thought I clicked an otome game!” Everyone was stunned, and just like that, under the players’ watchful eyes, he carried me upstairs.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

Lonely and Scared, I eventually give up on the notion of sleep, fearing that my shadow figures would come and steal in the middle of the night and take me back to wherever it was they came from causing me to panic, my body hyperventilating at the feeling of being snatched away by those I’ve come to love, tears falling once again as I try to think of Lucus, Tony, Alex and Grant, the very men that I now needed to survive on, only to be startled by the sound of a lock. Is-Is that a lock? No it couldn’t be, it must be another game created by my mind, I think only to hear it again, the sound of a lock unlocking until eventually I see it, a small sliver of light as it slowly makes its way into the

Liberty’s eyes flicked past me toward the hallway, toward Dawson’s bedroom, then back. She grinned. Oh no. She didn’t say anything, Liberty wasn’t cruel, but the look she gave me was a full sentence: So. You slept here. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. Instead, Liberty dropped her bag near the couch and clapped her hands once. “Okay! New plan. We’re having a sleepover.” Dawson’s brows lifted. “We’re what?” “A sleepover,” Liberty repeated, already marching into the kitchen like she owned the place. “Because some psycho thinks he can loom at me through glass like a sad vampire, and I say no. I say I get carbs and blankets and emotional support.”

[Welcome, players, to the SSS-level horror dungeon: Office Tower Urban Legends. [Dungeon rule: Lying is forbidden. Anyone who lies dies instantly. [Starting players: Ten. [Clear objective: Figure out why everyone in this building lost their memories. Restore all memories to beat the dungeon. [All ten players confirmed. Seven days left until New Year's Eve. Clear the dungeon before then. [Have fun.] A cold, robotic voice crackled in my ear. I had literally just finished sending in a vacation request, and the next second, I got dragged straight into a horror game.