Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! novel Chapter 110

Thump! Thump!

The steps were drawing nearer. I could hear them coming from the stairs.

Sweat poured down from the side of my

face as I hastily looked around.

'Anything, anything...'

My anxiety shot through the room as I looked through my surroundings, hoping to find any clue or hint. However, the biting cold that pierced my skin made it hard for me to focus clearly as I held onto my body while keeping track of the steps coming from the stairs.

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The steps were even closer now.

I could feel the Twisted Man was about to reach the first floor.

It... was about to reach me.

My breathing grew more shallow as I frantically looked through everything.

And then—

My gaze eventually fell on one of the walls. It was right by the kitchen area, and my entire body stopped the moment I caught sight of the engravings on the walls.

No, rather than engravings...

'It's a poem.'

I felt a sudden sense of unease while looking ahead.

The message read;

Tick-tock, listen, don't make a sound,

Or else the Twisted Man comes around.

He walks in echoes, he creeps in noise,

He feeds on whimpers, he drinks your voice.

First, just a shadow, then at your back,

His fingers hum where the sound waves crack.

Speak but a word, and he'll draw near,

Scream but once, and he'll appear.

Games he loves, games he plays.

His voice may change, but his appearance will not.

Careful of the voice, as it may be his.

So bite your tongue and mute your cries,

Lest your last sound be his whispered lies.

The Twisted Man won't leave, you'll find…

Unless you leave your voice behind.

'Huh...?'

Reading the poem, my entire mind numbed.

He feeds on whimpers, he drinks your voice? Unless you leave your voice behind...?

THUMP! THUMP!

".....!"

Snapping me out of my daze were the loud sounds of the steps. They were just by the living room. My entire body tensed as I just turned my head to see a certain silhouette appear by the entrance of the kitchen, its long and lanky arm dragging into the room, fingers twitching unnaturally as they scraped against the doorframe.

I didn't waste a second and hurriedly removed my glasses, plunging the world into darkness as I sealed my lips shut, as the world turned quiet once more.

Tap. Tap.

All... with the exception of the faint dripping sound coming from the sink.

Tap... Tap!

The noise dragged through the air like nails across metal, grating and incredibly slow. I stood frozen, every muscle tensed, not daring to make a single noise.

'It's right behind me, isn't it? It's right—'

The moonlight spilled into the room, and I tried to look down to see if the figure was right behind me, but the moment the moonlight spilled into the room, I froze entirely.

That was because...

The figure wasn't standing behind me.

But right before me.

And...

I could see it with my own eyes.

It stood right before me, its long and lanky body covered by a black suit as a large tophat covered half of its face, a wide, unnatural smile marring its pale face. Its neck bent at an unnatural angle, creaking as it craned closer, a sick smile stretching across its pale features.

Almost as if... It was already aware of the fact that I could see it.

My grip over the knife tightened incredibly hard, my body ready to lunge at any given second, as I planned on recalling the Dreamwalker to have it aid in my fight.

But then...

"Hello...?"

It suddenly started to speak, my entire body shivering at the sound of its voice.

It... sounded normal.