Tattletail The Horror Game Novels & Stories

It is a sickly, grey-green, rotting color, stretched too tightly against a cheekbone that juts like a blade. Elyra inhales sharply. “What in the gods…” The Herald tilts his head sharply, too sharply, like a puppet whose strings have been yanked in the wrong direction. His entire body follows in a delayed, jerky shiver. His voice, normally calm and echoing, bursts out of him in a distorted rasp: “T-Th-There will be…” His head twitches. “…a DELAY in the G-GAMES.” Elyra steps in front of me.

He just wiped his bloody dagger clean, eyes locked and stormy. In this cursed game, switching zones was like trying to climb to heaven barefoot. Either grind until you drop for a pass or drop a fortune on black market trash. They'd been stuck here a week, just trying to get through. Then came the buzzing—low at first, then louder. "What is that?" Howie glanced up, jumpy. Darren's frown deepened. He followed the sound. Down the path, a girl in a ragged tee and ponytail wobbled toward them on a beat-up scooter.

A mourning stretched too thin, waiting to break. *An Hour Later* They’d let Tabby rest again. Tora had stepped out to coordinate with everyone. Chelsea stayed at Tabby’s side, adjusting her blankets, whispering comfort. The room had fallen into a hush. Then— A howl. Low. Echoing. It cut through the compound like a blade to the heart. Gunner and Tyler were on their feet instantly. “That’s her,” Gunner growled, already bolting for the door. Chelsea grabbed Tabby’s arm gently. “Stay here. I’ve got you.”

[Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: “Wish.”] [Please choose your cause of death.] The moment I landed in the horror game and reunited with my teammates, a strange man appeared in front of us. Thick black mist coiled around his head, hiding his face. His whole presence felt… wrong. “Shit!” the guy with dyed yellow hair cursed. “What kind of sick prank is this? You think a few cheap effects will scare me? Nice try!”

Before he disappeared, he gave me a sober look before leaving one last remark, "Inpatient Department." It was only then that I realized daylight had spilled through the windows of the room. The sky was brightening. "The flow of time inside the game is different from what it is in real life. During the day, it is safe in the game, but that also means no clues will show up since anomalies only appear at night. The longer we stay in the game, the shorter the day becomes until the eternal night eventually takes over. We’ll be stuck here forever when that happens. "We haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Aaron Meyers. I can tell you’re very competent. I think we can team up and beat the game tog

“I always wanted to try that. It was a lot easier than I thought. Just like, how is it you would put it? ‘Like a hot knife through butter’.” Her heavy breathing just got heavier as she gasped with shock when the cool air hit her skin. Her eyes narrowed at him. Tisk. Trying to scare me and all. Oh, I get it. He intends to do a TIT for TAT. But why now? She bit at her lip. I am not begging or asking him nuthin’. Somewhere in her mind, a memory fought its way to the surface, she remembered thinking of besting him before. Then, she got THE SPANKING. Realization just slammed its WWE way into her stubborn nature of a gut. He could reduce me to nothing but a—Kanda puddle.

But there were still those who sought to bring her down. One day, while Tela was out hunting, she was ambushed by a rival wolf. He attacked her without warning, and she fought with all her might. But he was stronger, and she began to fear for her life. As she struggled, she heard a howl in the distance. It was Harriet, racing to her aid. Harriet's roar filled the air, and the rival wolf turned and fled, his tail between his legs. Tela collapsed to the ground, her breath coming in gasps. Harriet rushed to her side, her eyes filled with concern.

I said bravely. “Yes, you’re right, Hija. This game will end tonight. And you know who the winner is?” she said, touching her lips and playing with them. “Me, myself, and I!” And she laughed crazily. I shook my head, staring intently at Tita Ingrid's relentless laughter. It felt like she was losing her mind. Staring at her intently, I realized where this game started. It started when Mom and Dad disappeared, and her first steps into the chapel where my parents were laid to rest. It all started when I first saw her and met her face-to-face. Her. She was the true owner of this game, from the very beginning. Tita Ingrid ruled this game. Shocks! She’s the ruler! What else had she done be

she says. The screen goes completely black again. The silence in the salon is heavy. Nobody breathes. Nobody moves a muscle. Tallulah stands frozen in the middle of the room. Her eyes are wide and bloodshot. Her skin has turned a sickly grey color. "Ah!" Tallulah screams. The sound is a desperate, guttural shriek. She covers her ears with both hands. "Turn it off!" she screams at the ceiling. "Turn it off right now!" she yells.

My wolf whines, and whimpers, and I could tell her she’s in a state of panic, yet nothing we could do about that since we can’t shift. ‘No, don’t look!’ she screams at me, and I was going to ask her why when Tatum pulls out a woman’s head dripping with blood from behind him. My mouth parts, and my eyes close in its eyes the moment he pulled it out, the smell getting even stronger. A blood-curling scream rips through me the next second while I push my hands into the mattress, moving away from him.