Sleepover Scary Games Novels & Stories

The boys gave Kiri a high-five while the girls teased Keira. "What should we do next? I'm not yet sleepy," I asked. "Why don't we play truth or dare? It's what people usually play in sleepovers," Ashton suggested. Everyone seemed to like the idea except for Zen and Mirco. "What are we, five?" Mirco scoffed. "Truth or dare is such a cliche game," Zen added. The others looked at me. I knew that stares well. So I looked at Zen and Mirco too. When they noticed me staring at them, they heaved out a deep sigh. It made all of us cheer in excitement.

I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

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.

As expected, even when given another chance at life, Sia could only resort to her despicable tricks. When we shared a dorm in my previous life, she loved video calling Joel right inside the room. He was a playboy with plenty of fetishes, and to entertain him, she often took lewd photos of us after showers when we were barely dressed. She would mostly do that to me. The worst was when she deliberately video-called Joel as I was changing. She yanked my curtain open and pointed the camera at me. I slapped her phone to the ground and screamed at her, then stormed out of the dorm that very night.

AFTER STARTING READING. PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY 🙏❤️ Happy Reading 🤗 💋💋💋💋💋 At night, Caramel woke up. She was fast asleep, due to exhaustion after having sex with Kenzo. Her hand held her head and looked around this room. Caramel's eyes widened, she stared at this black and white room. Spontaneously she looked at her body, there was a blanket wrapped around her body. But behind this blanket, she was not hindered by any clothes, she was naked. Caramel clearly remembered what Kenzo had done to her.

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

God, where have you been all day? ‘They started off human as well,’ Jackson said, less happily. ‘Borg can be cured. So can those people out there,’ Andrew said emphatically. ‘Speaking of which, where exactly is “in here”?’ They’d broken into some kind of storage facility, filled with boxes. Sergeant Baker said it was safer to steer clear of homes, places of work, or wherever Sleepers might be; just in case. They were lying low, but also he was looking to get in contact with base camp as all the long range communication devices went up with the vehicles.

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

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.