The Eye Horror Game Novels & Stories

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.

It was completely dark and when the light from the projector started reflecting off the screen, I could see that the stage was empty now. On the screen, there was more horror. In color this time. A man standing over the body of a woman on a table. He stabbed her chest and red blood poured out. He cut into her flesh and removed her heart. A trick. Phony blood, like in the movie. Probably a pig’s heart. I heard a noise behind the stage. Rustling, dragging. Before I could think to stop myself, I was already there, peering into the darkness. I’d started watching and I couldn’t stop. I had to see.

Grayson was surprised, but he decided to ignore the warning and continued staring at Belle's phone. Suddenly, a horrifying jump scare appeared from the screen, startling him to the point of almost throwing the phone away. The animated image depicted a ghost with bleeding eyes, nose, and mouth, its terrifying gaze seemingly targeting those attempting to access Belle's phone. Gathering his composure, Grayson scrolled down, encountering more eerie images before reaching a password-protected lock screen. Despite trying various passwords, none proved correct.

she looked up to meet my eyes. "What exactly happened on the hallway, Elodie?" I voice my doubt. She bit her lips before saying anything. "Back on there, I was daydreaming and she was running away for some reason. She had her eyes closed and she seemed frustrated, that's why she probably didn't sense me. I didn't even see her coming, and so, we bumped into each other and we both fall on the ground. When I saw that it was her, I got so fucking scared with the possibility of my eyes meeting hers that I freaked out. Before opening her eyes she told me to close mine," I could feel how guilty she was feeling from where I was. "She was considerate dispite knowing how I feel towards her, and... and

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

"Fooling over 100 hunters…do you not realize how insane you sound right now?" "Ma'am, we tried our best to pursue them…but we failed. However we were able to see our shortcomings and my entire team will seriously reflect upon it. " "..." The woman's eyeball kept jittering behind her closed eyelids, she didn't reply. Holt's armpits and palms began melting from heavy sweat by the abrupt lack of response. However she soon opened her eyes revealing what could be called a snippet of some twisted science fiction horror. Both of her eyeballs were artificial and transparent. When she moved her eyes, several chips and wires could be seen squirming inside a transparent fluid trapped inside both eyebal

Anyway, while I got you here, let me tell you about a game I’m working on. This game is called Creator. Since I’m into that horror shit, I made this game to follow a character named Edgar Sorrow. Yeah, I named him after that piece of shit doctor. Anyway, Edgar wakes up in a lab having no idea who he is or why he’s there. He exits the container he’s kept in, only to find that his legs and arms don’t work that well. After getting feeling back in his limbs, Edgar proceeds to look around the lab. He notices he’s got two choices. He can see what sadistic artwork the doctor has done on him or he can leave his place of dwelling.

"Yeah." "Shit!" Frank cursed—the game was up, as Horey had seen the fake Bloodcrane Spiritbloom in the box!

But even before I could savor the energy reward, I was sent to this SSS-level horror game. There was no response when I tried to summon the terminal either. Still, as I looked around at the other players, I felt both fear and excitement. Their fear and despair was the purest there was, even if it wasn't the passionate energy that I loved most. Still, I put aside my obsession over energies—surviving mattered most, and who knew if I might get something else out of this? Licking my lips, I focused on the darkness that was the Boss as it converged and shaped the silhouette of a person.