Novel & Cerita Terror Tales Of The Park 2

Pure nightmare fuel. "If you won't talk, I'll just check myself." The eye locked on my forehead, shoving into my mind. "No—!" I screamed, thrashing against the net. In blind panic, my hand shot to the gift box still dangling from the scooter's handle. Right as that mind-leech presence dug in, the box snapped open on its own. A shockwave ripped out—silent, unseen—then my HUD blew up: [SYSTEM WARNING: Exclusive customer "Grand Duke Nortune" has detected a hostile threat to your life! Status: ENRAGED!]

That was what phones are for, I think to myself, deciding that she looked worried enough and I should just keep my mouth shut and listen to what she had to say. “Something evil is coming.” She said. “Well, what is…” “I don't know!” She buried her face into her hands and then dragged her hands back down to the table. “I didn't see anything that would convince me on who it was, all I know is that I felt terror while I was in the vision.” “If we don't know what it is, how the hell do we protect ourselves?” Kate asked, clearly flustered by this. “Take a deep breath, Kate. We were all safe here, you don't need to worry.” Damien tried to comfort her.

The despicable memory of the terror I witnessed in ‘The Tent of Wonders' remained etched to my brain for nearly three weeks, making me lose my appetite as well as sleep. Mum and dad along with my brothers started becoming worried about me, as I hardly ate anything much during dinner and remained awake at night like a zombie, staring outside the window. I couldn't manage to remove that repugnantly pathetic image of Madam Maxima lying in her chair, electrocuted. And whenever I closed my eyes her deathly face along with the figure of that evil creature hovered in front of my eyes.

A shiver ran through me at the memory of my only encounter with rogues. Talia and I had been in the treehouse our dad built for us in the woods, pretending to be on border patrol. After an hour had passed, we were ready to head back when Talia caught a scent that made her nose wrinkle in disgust. A moment later, I’d smelled it too. A stench like rotting garbage laced with malice. "Tara, stay right here. Don't move." Leaving me in the treehouse, she’d shifted into her wolf, cautiously approaching the smell.

just like the horrendous tragedy of Ruma Woods that claimed the lives of my parents. 'Save as many as you can!' I somehow manage a strong voice as I blare at Taren, sprinting into the chaos with my senses alight to their limits. There are various nightmarish monsters plaguing the people, taking the shapes of their worst fears to torment them to death.

A logo I recognized from the news: Blackwood Bio-Medical Disposal. Three weeks ago, the company had issued a recall on several "Peacekeeper" models due to a suspected hack in the neural network, fearing that rogue code was being used to "retire" certain individuals by driving them to remote facilities. I had ignored the news. I thought my car was different.

Thalia and Erato, their twin puppies, ran circles around the family, sometimes herding the kids and sometimes joining in the chaos. Zeus and Tinkerbell arrived last with Xenia and Clay, their stately parental presence clear as day. Tinkerbell had a silk ribbon tied around her neck. Zeus wore a custom tag that read “Papa of the Pack.” Rufio bounded toward them. They sniffed him, bumped noses, and then flopped in the shade like monarchs satisfied with their legacy. It was loud, messy, vibrant—everything this park was meant to be. And while it felt nice to be with everyone Alan and I had slipped away to wander just the two of us, and Rufio of course.

This is perfect, Lia thought, as she turned onto the little narrow dirt road. She'd searched the entire area around Calderwood on Google Earth and discovered hundreds of acres of forested land at the edge of an area of older homes. How lucky was she the town had a nice little park right at the outskirts. Perfect for her needs, especially this late when no one would be around. She could park here, deep among the trees in a place where it looked like no one was ever around and there was no chance of being discovered or disturbed.

“Do you know what the game is?” I frowned and shook my head. “Let’s call it . . . Terror of Survival. In that game, we needed to kill each other to survive and get the reward. So, they ruthlessly murdered each other in front of my eyes while I couldn’t do anything because I was doubting the bastards about the reward they were saying. Who knows if that reward was a deathless death? He shook his head.