Novel & Cerita The Eye Horror Game

CHAPTER 2: I want to take your life In the middle of a dark, dirty, damp hell hole, that reeked of blood and death, a prisoner was tied up to a chair. One of his eyes was missing from its socket, and the remaining one was almost shut from all the beatings he had received. His only eye widened in shock and fear on seeing the devil enter, all draped in black expensive clothing.

She was going to get killed in her sleep! Her hand trembled as she pushed the curtain aside and peeked out. The room they had given her had a view of the front of the house where they had driven up, and she could just about make out the gates in the distance. There wasn’t even a hint of dawn in the sky, but the moonlight through the trees cast eerie shadows that gave her a horror movie vibe. No wolf eyes like before, though. If she hadn’t heard that terrifying growl in that infirmary, she would have believed she had just imagined those eyes. They had looked all wrong, for starters. Wolves didn’t have glowing blue eyes. Not in these parts, anyway.

Then, all eyes were on me. I hate too much attention, but I'm enjoying the scene I’ve created. I love the emotions playing in the eyes of my victims. Shocked. Scared. And lost. El Sandra rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and leaned back in her swivel chair, hopelessly trying to help Ryu this time. She was hopeless to win this game.

and I have come too far for this! My eyes glow a bright yellow as scales appear on my face. I glared into her deep dark grey eyes. I bite down into my fore fingertip letting the blood leak down to my claw. I then drop my blood into her left eye. She immediately starts screaming as the blood burns into her eyes, steam came out of her eye. Interesting.... since she has my blood time freeze doesn't work on her. Her left eye glows yellow as a symbol appears on it, and my left eye glowed grey. Through my left eye, I could see a hallway from our childhood home filled with doors each containing a memory. Above every door is an orb that's the source of the memory playing through the door. With my ri

Eye of the Beholder is a threat level 4 monster, it's a being of terror to be exact. In Fantasma a single of this monster able to flat an entire large city in a single night, Eye of Beholder was just a oversized single eye with a thousand tentacle around it. The reason why this is monster so highly feared wasn't because it was physically strong, in fact it was quite weak, but it has a whole arsenal of Curses, status attributes ailment attacks and a whole bunch of magic spells. Certainly due to it's annoying abilities, it was ranked as a disaster level existence.

I open my eyes but I'm no longer in the office. I see flashes of an old house... Basement... And...And... A girl.... Blood... there's blood on her.... Eyes... Black eyes are watching me while white fangs sink into her neck. I scream in horror. Please stop!!! The scene changes again. I'm on my back. The black eyed man is saying something then he disappears... A wave of fire engulfs my body... I scream in agony as loud as my lungs will allow. Seb Pov

After a moment, Jorvan took out an infernal bill from his pocket. However, the money was covered in sticky blood. When it touched my skin, I went and got a rag to wipe it off. In the next second, I froze in place and dared not move. Oh no. In such horror games, only players could see blood. They could also see the actual undead nature of the ghouls. Jorvan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth as he stared at me. “Who are you? Where did the original owner of this food stall go?”

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

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 shadows swirled violently, and then—the floor split. From beneath the ancient altar, a massive eye slowly opened. It was lidless, the iris a burning ring of crimson and decay. All light vanished from the room as the eye turned upward, staring at them all. The air became suffocating. The Eye saw too much. Felt too deep. One follower collapsed, convulsing. Another screamed and clawed at their face. But Nihareth stood firm, arms wide. "You see now what the gods feared," he whispered reverently. "You see what they tried to bury."