Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! novel Chapter 111

Crash—!

Glass exploded in all directions, the sharp shards spinning through the air as withered, mummified hands clawed their way through the broken windows. My thoughts shattering just as violently, spiraling into panic as I immediately looked down.

The silhouette that had been there only seconds ago was gone.

Vanished.

As the moonlight spilled through the gaps of the windows, casting multiple shadows through the chaos, a chill raked down my spine.

Had it moved? Was it closer now?

Or worse… was it watching?

A dreadful silence pressed in for a moment, heavy and... suffocating. I could almost feel something breathing just beyond the edge of the windows, looking for something.

Looking for...

Me.

But at the same time, it almost felt like it was looking aimlessly. As though it couldn't quite pinpoint me.

A thought crossed my mind then.

'…Wait, could it be that with all the noise, it can no longer see me?'

My brows rose up at the thought.

It made sense!

'With all the noise that was happening around, it was probably hard for it to spot me, and hence it decided to directly send the bodies to attack anything that is in sight!'

Crash, crash—!

The joy was short-lived. Suddenly seeing more glass break, and even more hands emerge, my heart sank.

They were multiplying. Crawling in from every direction.

While one probably was solved, another one had arrived.

It was never-ending.

I quickly scanned my surroundings, hoping to see some sort of way out, but my heart quickly sank when I saw that the weird desiccated corpses were coming from all directions, leaving me with no room to escape.

'What do I do?'

My breathing was already rough, and looking around, I felt a growing sense of unease form inside of my gut.

'Come on, come on, come on....!'

I bit my lips until they bled, letting me think more clearly.

'No, I need to calm down. I can't panic just yet.'

My game development senses suddenly kicked in. Despite the overwhelming fear that I was feeling, I still managed to rationalize my situation. Eventually, my gaze fell in a certain direction.

The stairs!

'I don't hear any sound coming from upstairs, meaning that there's no weird creature coming from there.'

The stairs were also narrow enough for me not to be surrounded by whatever those things were.

Crash—!

"…..!"

Seeing another window break, I didn't hesitate to rush towards the stairs, eventually stopping and turning around as one of the figures moved towards me rapidly.

Without thinking much, I turned off the camera's connection, and my expression changed upon seeing it charge me. I braced myself, teeth clenched and body tense, before driving the knife into its skull.

Puchi!

Steel met brittle bone with a sudden crack, the impact reverberating through my arm as the blade eventually drove deep into the creature's skull. Before I could process the muffled sound of its collapse, I yanked the knife free and stumbled back, socks skidding over splintered floorboards.

Simulatanously, another one of the dessicated creatures lunged my way as I hurriedly raised the knife in the air and stabbed once more.

Puchi—!

The result was the same as before. They weren't very hard to handle, but... There were numerous. My stomach churned after seeing just how many there were.

Thankfully, before things could get too bad, a figure appeared before me, its hands moving forward to form some sort of shield.

I stood still for a while, staring at the creatures trying to get past the Dreamwalker.

Eventually, lowering my head to stare at the knife, I gripped the handle tightly and brought it forward.

'Quickly die before I have to puke!'

***

"Did you detect anything abnormal?"

"No.... morning yet."

Raymond shook his head, looking towards the distance with narrowed eyes. His eyes, usually brown, were now a deep shade of red as his eyes briefly paused on the deserted road and the empty, rotten houses.

The air was stale, and the silence that answered felt tense.

Raymond licked his lips before speaking once more.

"I don't notice a single thing. Everything looks and feels the same. There… is nothing near us."