Tattletail The Horror Game Novels & Stories

I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game! [‘Me and My Ghost Grandkids’, the big family-feels reality special, just dropped!] [Bro, this horror game just turned into a cozy grandma sitcom! And I’m obsessed!] [Horror games aren’t just slashes and scares. There are some heartwarming scenes too!] [Grandma’s a real life coach… No, a ghost-life coach!] [The scene is so heartwarming! I hereby rename this level ‘Cozy Dorm: Grandma and Her Ghost Grandkids’!]

The storm was howling, the wind tearing at my damp shirt as I dragged Malakai toward the edge of the building. Thrum, thrum, thrum. Through the heavy grey fog, the sleek, black silhouette of an unmarked tactical helicopter materialized, hovering dangerously close to the concrete ledge. The side door slid open, and a rope ladder was thrown down. "Go!" I yelled, helping Malakai secure his right hand around the rungs.

[Unstable anomaly detected. Dungeon energy surging. Instance is upgrading.] [Welcome back to the Psychiatric Ward.] [Five patients still show no signs of returning to normal. They are beginning to believe they were never the problem. The problem is the world.] [Task: Survive one full day in your patient’s hands.] [Remaining players: 3] [Difficulty: S] The livestream chat exploded. [What just happened? Why is the dungeon leveling up mid-run?] [I only saw Zero and the pet start fighting, then my screen went black!]

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

I called into the empty space behind the containers. "I think a federal judge will be very interested in this recording." The next second, blinding tactical lights flared to life from all directions, instantly illuminating the warehouse. Countless red laser dots blossomed on their chests, a swarm of angry red ants crawling over my parents' astonished faces.

The ghosts looked fully recharged, lounging around in small groups and staring at me with bright, expectant eyes. A cold, mechanical voice rang in my head. "Game completion reaches 100%. Congratulations on clearing the game, Player. You will be logged out in ten minutes." I froze and was utterly stunned that everything had gone by in just a brief blur. Though it was a horror game, it felt like I was just here working part-time. With a sigh, I put on my brightest smile. "Free hugs limited to one per ghost. Anyone?"

she spat, hatred and disgust thick in her words. Yet above their complaints, I stand still, my mind's at haze. Words weren't needed to describe what I felt when I heard Ms. Rose announcement. I could only form thousands of curses on my mind as the headmistress's patronizing tone seemed to mock our terror and pain. I can't believe that the tremors that had threatened to end our lives so suddenly were nothing more than an innovation to these wicked game masters, a new toy to test on unwitting players. As we neared into the exit of the Crypts of Bone, our body almost giving up, our wristbands suddenly buzzed once again, jolting our reveries back in piece. Raising my wrist, the screen lit up dis

My adoptive father and adoptive brother instantly erupted in rage. A thick, blood-red killing aura surged around them, so dense it seemed as if they might skin the entire building full of players alive at any moment. The players felt it too. Wails of despair echoed through the entire building. "There was already a red-clothed female ghost—and now the other two bosses are back too?!" "How are we supposed to clear this? Is the survival rate going to be zero this time? I don't want to die!" "It's all that Bennett family's fault! Why did they start bullying Alison right at the entrance?!"