Tattletail The Horror Game Novels & Stories

Row after row of massive men draped in black tactical gear, their blank eyes wide and staring, their skin glowing with that sick, synthetic green light. "Not a wolf," Silas rasped, his voice dropping into a register that made the floorboards tremble. "Something worse." As the first machine lunged into the violet light, the Temple doors didn't just close—they deadlocked. We were trapped in a tomb with a hundred killers who didn't need eyes to hunt. The corporate game is officially over, and the war for the throne has just entered its final, bloody chapter.

“I trust you. Not them.” I step closer, resting a hand on his chest. “This isn’t just any witch. It’s Delaney. And she needs help.” Before he can argue, Kyle walks in, half‑awake, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” Aaron opens his mouth, but I beat him to it. “We’re going to Hallow’s Edge,” I say. “Delaney Warren called.” Kyle’s eyes widen. “The Delaney Warren? The one who disappeared?” “Yes.”

In the narrow corridor outside, the newcomers advanced with pinpoint precision, drawing ever closer to the apartment where Tariq screamed until his throat seemed ready to be torn. Outside the tower, the wind suddenly howled, rattling the windows as if echoing Tariq's madness. Malik remained by the river hole, frozen, while the elevator doors slammed shut with a heavy metallic thud—like a funeral bell tolling the beginning of another night of terror. Mina stepped out of the elevator with slow, unsteady steps, Ashraf and Shadi following after it closed. The hallway was thick with stifling silence, broken only by the faint hiss of air seeping through the distant windows and the metallic creak o

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.

I asked her. She shook her head as if to dismiss the inquiry. "Please tell me, sweetheart," I said to her sweetly. "Is Alpha Terror?" I was shocked to hear this. I started laughing, "How did you come up with this?" I asked, restraining my laughter. "I heard so many terrible things that you did and how you killed people." "It was terrifying; I decided that it was the name that suited you." "Do you think that I am still Alpha Terror?" "I think that you will do everything possible to protect the people you love."

“My boyfriend will be here soon. You have no idea. I could hear the entities screaming while he was beating them up over the phone. “Too bad none of you have a control panel. Otherwise, you’d see my boyfriend’s name shining in gold at number one on the player leaderboard.” The people around her immediately started flattering her. “Winnie, I’m so jealous. How did you find such a powerful boyfriend?” “I feel safe now. Can we take pictures in here? My phone seems frozen. Being able to take a trip through a horror game would be such a flex.” Once someone entered the game, everything from the real world stopped working.

Helen and my father will serve as scapegoats for those who bear the same intentions to see. When we arrive at the house of terror, myself and Ares make our way to the viewing station. Helen is pushed into the cage. She stumbles, looking around, crying. The speakers resonate with the voice of one of my men giving instructions on how the game is to be played. She’s yet to fully comprehend the instructions given to her when the tunnel pulls open. She falls on her ass before she’s able to see what is coming for her. Even I wonder what is coming for her. And when I hear the roar of my lioness, my lips spread into a grin.

--- The Warning As Evelyn finished her tale, the group sat in silence, the weight of her words sinking in. “So, the game is cursed,” Mia said flatly. “Great.” “It’s more than that,” Evelyn said. “The game is alive. It adapts to those who play it, testing their deepest fears and desires. And it doesn’t let go easily.” Anna shivered. “Do you think it’s done with us?” Evelyn’s expression darkened. “I don’t know. But if it isn’t, you must be prepared. The game has a way of pulling people back in.”

Horus flipped over gracefully and stood behind the tall, large wolf that was now on its hind legs, its front legs raised in the air. Horus's long claws, the longest I'd seen in my life, grabbed Matt's furred throat while the other dug claws deep into his spine. Matt froze, his eyes wide with terror. But when he looked at me, the terror dissipated, replaced by a sense of serenity in his gaze. I could see him expressing so much with his eyes. Horus smirked at me and pulled his claws away. Matt's blood flashed before my eyes, his neck was torn open, and his spine was sticking out of its place. A blood-curdling scream escaped my lips as I collapsed to the ground, darkness taking over me.

The monster advance on us, and every monster that goes down, a new one takes its place. I here Ash grunt as he steps forward to take an advancing monster on, then an awful screeching noise fills the air. The monsters hands reach up to cover their ears my bow clatters to the floor along with Ash’s sword. Our hands reach up to cover our ears before a voice echoes in my head. This war depends on you Natalie Hurly what lies in your heart will determine how and when this war ends. It is up to you. Remember the words of the prophecy Natalie and you will find that you are not alone.