The Eyes The Horror Game Novels & Stories

I blinked, trying to clear my vision, but the world swam in and out of focus. But by still I do didn't let that stop me. Floating comments surfaced before my eyes. “[GUYS IS IT SAFE TO WATCH? I AM GOING TO GET A HEART ATTACK]" “[FIVE PLAYERS DEATH IN UNDER 10 SECONDS, THIS GAME MUST BE REEKED OR SOMETHING]" “[MELISSA BETTER GET OUT OF THERE OR FEAR WOULD BE THE LEAST OF HER PROBLEMS]" I forced a step forward and just then the worm surfaced again, its body coiling like a spring. I dodged left, my heart in my throat, as it plunged back into the earth— taking another player with itself.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

All she could do was stare into the depths of those malevolent eyes, feeling like a tiny insect trapped in a spider's gaze. The eyes seemed to grow larger, more intense as if they were feeding off her fear. "What kind of monster has eyes like that?!" Aurelia's thoughts screamed. "What does it want from me? Is it going to kill me? Oh God, please don't let it hurt me..." "Why is it enjoying this so much? Can it see my fear? Is it feeding off it? Oh no, oh no, oh no..." Aurelia's thoughts were a jumbled mix of terror, panic, and desperation. She was trapped in her mind, unable to move or speak, as the red eyes seemed to sear themselves into her brain.

Pressure on my shoulder jolts me from a nightmare where I’m a monstrous beast, tearing into the flesh of the people I love. I gasp as my eyes shoot open, my heart pounding in my ears—the horror still racing in my thoughts. But as my vision clears, I see a pair of the most beautiful butterscotch eyes, warm and inviting, their golden depths flickering with curiosity. They draw me in, softening the sharp edges of my fear, pulling me back into the present moment with a strange, calming intensity.

After three back-to-back nights of working until 3:00 am, I dropped dead. Honestly, I thought it was a relief and that my 23 years of corporate misery had finally come to a blissful end. But when I opened my eyes, I found myself transmigrated into a horror game. Right now, I was sitting in a classroom. A hanging ghost dangled from the blackboard, and its long tongue was dragging across the floor. A jumper ghost was doing a handstand on the desk with its eyeballs stretched six feet out of their sockets.

, he said and chuckled to himself. I rolled my eyes and plopped into his bed like a sack of tomatoes. i got out my phone and started reading a book on wattpad when he suddenly dropped his game pad aggressively on the floor, it scared me. "Hey, umm.... OB have you ever thought of killing yourself like ever before like jump off a cliff, stab your heart, slice your wrists, anything?". he was staring at me now and it was in that very moment that I saw tiredness in Beck's eyes, he looked extremely and dangerously...tired.

But the moment she turned her back on me, I felt it again-Derick's eyes, persistent, boring deep into me as though he was looking right through me. I bit the inside of my cheek, the feeling too much to bear. I had no idea why it was being so.exposing. So exposed. His presence was overpowering, filling the room in such a way that made me want to run and hide. But something made me glance up. The instant his eyes met mine, I caught my breath. The darkness of his eyes appeared to penetrate me and I braced myself. I could not look away, though every fiber of me cried out to do so.

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

Her yellow eyes were now glitched into the red. Yellow eyes represent calm yet collective Shadow but red eyes represent crazy and repulsive Shadow. Both were problematic but red eyes were quite alarming considering that Shadow could destroy everything in that state without thinking. In conclusion, it was bad. “Shit.” “I’m sorry, Lord Hades, Lord Persephone, we need to hurry.” Samuel was already worried sick while Elijah had hugged her tightly. “Oh if you say so.” Hades and Persephone quickly showed the way to them, albeit in confusion.

“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?