The Eye Horror Game 소설 & 이야기

"You've got the wrong girl! I deliver food. If I had something like that, I'd be long gone from this gig!" The guy named Darren finally spoke, voice sharp. "Still playing dumb?" He crouched, tapping my cheek with the flat of a cold dagger. "We've been watching you three days. That busted scooter blows past every domain wall. Don't push me—I'm not in the mood." Panic surged. My eyes burned. My only real secret? I'm not even an NPC. But saying that out loud? Instant autopsy. He caught the fear and snapped. From his coat, he pulled a squirming, eyeball-looking item. Pure nightmare fuel.

Staring straight into those two bloody holes, their sanity plummeted. "Who ate my eyeball-popping candy? I'm taking an eye for an eye!" She slowly extended her hand. The player in front of her lost control, watching in terror as his own hand reached toward his eyes. The next instant, furious howling echoed again from behind. "My spicy human jerky!" The siren boss appeared at the entrance, carrying a crate of deep-sea treasure. When she saw her carefully ordered jerky trampled like trash, black mist erupted from behind her as she let out a soul-rending screech.

It’s not there anymore, anyway. Still. Even when my two normal eyes are open and I’m all the way here and all the way aware, I sense my black eye pulsing. It’s like an itch in the bone, this feeling. Rolling over, buzzing in slow circles. Like a wasp’s nest boiling in honey. Angry. It shows me blood. It sprays a stench of scarlet across people’s faces as they’re talking to me. It drags claws through their eyes. It hurts them, shreds them. I have to watch it like a psychic death-wish. Sick and surreal as a 70s horror film, like the ones that dude by the coast made us watch. I had to pretend I didn’t like them, but I did. What my eye shows me makes me feel the same.

As my vision start blurring, I saw a shadow above the water, red eyes staring back at me, smiling wickedly at me showing me his fangs. I shut my eyes waiting for death to come. My eyes snapped opened, I was covered in a cold sweat, shaking like a leaf, heart pounding with ubnormal speed. I?looked around the room suspicious and paranoid that the horror may had followed me here, afraid that monster had followed me here.

Animals that is suck dry by blood and the entire living things turning dead in an instant to her eyes. “Well, let’s just say that I made everything of this, Alliah.” Words that worsen the fear that she had. His smile that scares and warns her into the very core. Truth that she believes to be in that instant, and a misunderstanding that made the foundation of her warry and hate towards him. “You, what did you do, Harry?” With the young boy’s sinister smile and blood red eyes that’s looking straight right to her core. That very night and moment started the game of hide and seek that they both immediately started.

The Eye Beneath A tremor spread across Black Hollow, rippling through stone, bone, and blood. The altar had split open like a broken rib cage, revealing not just darkness but consciousness. The Eye beneath stared upward, unblinking, ancient... and aware. John staggered back, his knees buckling. He couldn’t look away. The eye wasn’t just watching it was looking into him. Sifting through memories, fears, guilt. Sarah pulled him, breaking the connection. “John! Snap out of it!”

Romeo had grabbed a beer, settling into his chair with a slight slump, and Niccolo was happily munching on some of the popcorn I’d prepared, looking almost normal again. Wow I really missed a lot. I swear I was thinking for just a few seconds. Darling smiled faintly at me. “We’re watching a first-person horror movie,” she explained, tilting her head as she made herself comfortable. “It’s told entirely through cameras. You get the feeling that you’re experiencing the horror alongside the characters.” A first-person horror movie? Interesting. I could get behind that. My mind was already racing ahead, imagining the tension, the scares, the adrenaline… and, of course, the perfect opportunity to

Hands lunged for my throat from all sides as I desperately tried to pull out the meteor hammer from my inventory, only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" Silvia held up my meteor hammer from behind. "That level-six item of yours is pretty impressive. If it were just Derrick, he wouldn't stand a chance. "You're not a player, are you? You don't even know the most basic rule. Cursed items don't work on players. They only affect the entities in the dungeon. Players can only harm each other using modern weapons." It all clicked at once as I realized she had already teamed up with Derrick, and when the meteor hammer struck him earlier, Silvia must have used her Hypnotic Eyes on me, which mean

Those stormy eyes-the same that stared right back at me when he had his dick up in my throat in my dream. Oh god, I can't breathe.

Stupid shoes for a death game, but I didn't dare stop to take them off. "RED LIGHT." The doll's head whipped around so fast it made a cracking sound. I froze mid-step, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I could see the doll's face now. Empty black holes where her eyes should be. A smile painted in blood red. She was looking at us, scanning back and forth. Don't move. Don't even breathe. "Player 4 eliminated." I heard a sound like a gunshot, then a thump. From the corner of my eye, I saw a young guy fall to the ground. There was a perfect hole in his forehead, smoking slightly.