The Eyes The Horror Game Novels & Stories

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

How much he hates resistance and this act of hers was doing but burn his desire higher. She yelped out in shock closing her eyes when he did a flip and slammed her back against the worn-out mattress hovering above hers. Her legs were still around his waist as he penetrated his body between her legs before hovering face right above hers leaving only an inch difference. The gun because of the force fell on the floor. Her eyes snapped up meeting his glowing greyish green ones which were shooting only anger and lust at her. Her bloodshot eyes were wide and in disbelief. How can someone’s gaze be this scary and killing? Her body shivered seeing the color of his eyes darkening.

He jerks awake from my scream and instead of a pair of green eyes, I find a pair of cadaverous red eyes staring back at me. I scamper back, snuggling closer and closer to the wall beside the bed, fearfully away from the monster beside me. “Baby, are you okay?” Suddenly, the redness of them is gone, replaced with green. Am I hullcaitung? His eyes were red just now, just like they were in my dream. They were sinister and looked like they knew nothing but destruction. I saw them. I swear I saw them! He reaches out for me. “Baby…” The helplessness in his tone is raw.

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.

Her eyes looked nothing like her, They lacked that caring and loving stare and the sparkle was gone. For the split moment that I had locked eyes with her, I found only one emotion in her eyes, an emotion I never thought I would see in Charlotte's eyes. I felt pangs in my chest as I recognized the dreaded emotion that had ruled me for years and now dominated Charlotte — Fear. Her skin was pale white and her brown eyes more holes into my skin, the veins on her neck were green and protruding. For a moment there, A doubted if the was Charlotte or one of the horror films I watched in childhood coming to life.

“Those eyes! I keep seeing them! I close my eyes and there they are! I look in the mirror and there they are! I try to write and they burn through the paper at me! I try to look at the computer and they glare back at me!” She continued in a raised voice almost screaming in hysteria as she pointed to the computer screen. I looked over at it and could see that there was still a picture on the monitor. I walked over to the computer desk and saw a picture of a demon. It was red with black tribal tattoos on its face and amber yellow eyes. At the sight of those eyes, a cold chill ran up my back that could have frozen fire in mid burn. I froze in what seemed like terror that started deep in my gut.

"Maybe we need to put in ice or something." "I’m okay, it’s healing. Hunter was just being stubborn and gawking at you instead of healing me completely." "Hunter! Is he your wolf?" Her eyes suddenly brightened up as she continued to gaze up at me and slowly lowered my hand. I nodded and let my eyes swirl into full black, letting Hunter show his eyes to our mate. Nadia’s mouth opened and went into an ‘o’ shape, making my dick come to life in an instant. She was gasping in excitement as her eyes swirled and changed color to a dark shade of gray, giving us a view of her wolf’s eyes.

It was even more terrifying than the female ghosts in horror movies. “F*ck! I’m scared to death! It’s getting more and more terrifying!” “I didn’t expect this level to be so simple and yet so terrifying!” “A living person digging out an eye! It looks even more terrifying than the last time! The last time, the eye was crushed by a hand. It looked fine. This time, the eyeball is still intact. It looks really terrifying!” “What a big eyeball! This is the first time I’ve seen a complete eyeball that isn’t broken!”

“Look at him. Is that fear in his eyes? Can you guys see it?” “Fear and pain.” “He’s been to dark places.” “That’s what I thought. Do I really need to watch the whole episode? Forty more minutes of this?” On the laptop screen, the progress bar of the video jumped to the last ten minutes. “Thank you!” The episode resumed on the view from the static cam the Haunters had placed in the basement I still hadn’t been to. The infrared light showed a quiet large room. Old furniture covered with tarps, grouped in two lines in the middle of the basement, with room for anybody to move around and between them. Big boxes neatly piled almost up to the ceiling along the wall on the left, the closest to the