Write Me A Horror Story

Banyak kasus kematian yang pada akhirnya berhasil Setya ungkap, bukan semata ia sengaja mencari petunjuk untuk membantu kepolisian. Hanya saja mereka sendiri yang datang untuk meminta pertolongan padanya. Tak jarang mereka datang tanpa tahu tempat, di mana pun bisa datang jika ada kesempatan, memperlihatkan diri dengan bentuk mereka yang bermacam rupa dari yang biasa saja hingga yang bisa membuat perut mual. Hal itu sudah biasa bagi Setya, ia akan membantu para arwah yang datang menemuinya dan melakukan hal yang bisa membuat mereka tenang.

It was my third day working as an NPC cashier in a horror game when the supermarket got completely wrecked by players. They stormed in, smashing shelves, looting everything, setting fires, feeling real proud of themselves. "Told you the shopkeeper here was useless. Absolutely trash in all combat stats," one said. "Grab whatever you want. Once we're done, we'll just kill the owner," another chimed in. My mouth was gagged. I shook my head in terror. One of the players sneered. "Begging? That won't save you." No! That was not what I was trying to say! I was trying to tell them that today was the NPC internal shopping day. Three minutes from now, every single dungeon boss in the entire game would be rushing here to shop.

TELL ME A STORY II STREETLOVE: À Stanfield la rue est une démocratie hiérarchisé. Enfin ils essaient de faire croire à une démocratie. Ils disent que la rue nous appartient, mais ils disent aussi de suivre les règles venant des plus hauts. Qui ils ? Sterling Scott et Rowland Parker. Ces deux hommes sont à la tête de Stanfield, ils dirigent tout. Ils ont tout l'argent de Stanfield mais ils en veulent plus. Pourquoi ils en veulent plus ? Pour donner plus de pouvoir à leurs familles. Leurs affaires se terminent toujours en Family Business. ALL HUMAN: Jean 8 : 7 « Que celui qui n'a jamais péché lui jette la première pierre ! »

It’s end of October 1985 and the crumbling river town of Dubois, Iowa is shocked by the gruesome murder of one of the pillars of the community. Detective David Carlson has no motive, no evidence, and only one lead: the macabre local legend of “Boris Orlof,” a late night horror movie host who burned to death during a stage performance at the drive-in on Halloween night twenty years ago and the teenage loner obsessed with keeping his memory alive. The body count is rising and the darkness that hangs over the town grows by the hour. Time is running out as Carlson desperately chases shadows into a nightmare world of living horrors. On Halloween the drive-in re-opens at midnight for a show no one will ever forget. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

I had a perception disorder that messed with how I saw and felt stuff. So when I got dropped into a horror game, everyone else freaked out trying to survive— Me? I thought I was in a dating sim. I raised a young fae like she was my kid, fell for the vampire count, and treated the undead like my in-laws. The first time I saw the vampire—face torn up, soaked in blood—I straight-up blushed. "You're really handsome." He froze. Then, low and uncertain: "Am I... really handsome?"

ฉันต้องทิ้งความกลัว เพื่อความฝันของฉัน… แต่แล้วนิ้วเรียวที่รัวเรื่องราวลงบนแป้นพิมพ์ก็ต้องชะงัก.. เหมือนจะพบกับปัญหาใหญ่ซะแล้ว “..จะเขียนยังไงดีนะ” วิสกี้ถูกดื่มกระดกอีกครั้ง ผู้ชายอย่างพี่ชิริว ..ฉันควรจะเขียนให้เขาทำเรื่องบนเตียงออกมาแบบไหนกัน ครั้นจังหวะที่เอาแต่มองหน้าชิริวที่นั่งดื่มคนเดียวที่เค้าน์เตอร์จนทำให้เจ้าตัวลุก และเดินเข้ามาหาเธอ เพราะเขาเห็นสายตาที่เต็มไปด้วยความสงสัย “ขาดเหลืออะไรหรือเปล่า” “พี่คะ หนูยังกินไม่หมดเลย” “ฉันอยากให้กิน” สีเหลืองอร่ามของเหล้าแตกวงค่อยกลืนสมานกับวิสกี้สีใสในแก้ว “….” “เห็นมองฉันนาน เพื่อคืนนี้เธออาจจะได้ทำมากกว่านั่งมองฉัน” “เดี๋ยวนะ.. คิดว่าฉันมองเพราะอยากได้พี่เหรอ?” “หรือไม่จริง?” “ไม่จริง! ที่ฉันมองก็เพราะจะเขียน..” “เขียน?”

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

Modupe Bankole Williams swore never return to the country of her birth, not since her mother returned back leaving her with her cheat of a father and his mistress. But Modupe's ambition is bigger to her than some silly vow she made as a teenager. Which is how she finds herself on a flight to Nigeria with her playboy Colleague, Will and six resident doctors in her care. They suddenly find themselves in some serious trouble when members are found dead in their hotel rooms with missing limbs. Will Modupe escape with her life an job intact or will this mystery hunter be the doom that finally consumes her whole?

The whole world got sucked into a survival horror game. While everyone else was grinding mobs and trying not to get wiped, the system bugged out and tagged me as an NPC. My role? Takeout girl. I cruised around on my busted scooter, dropping food at boss lairs. If my rating dipped under 9.0, I'd keel over instantly. I figured I was just some unlucky idiot skating on death's edge. Then a pack of dumb players tried to jack my ride. That's when the scariest bosses in the game roared at once: "Who the hell thinks they can touch my crew?!"