Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Escape [3]

Skrr! Skrrr—!

Although I tried my best to keep the noise to a minimum, the sound of my finger scraping against the wall was loud enough to be heard, and my entire body tensed at the realization.

"Stop! I don’t want to play anymore!"

Mirelle’s voice echoed in the background, her voice sounding panicked.

I knew that I had to hurry up.

The moment she was gone was also the moment I had to stop.

Skrrr!

I proceeded to scrape harder, my finger gliding across the wall as sweat poured down the side of my face.

Scraping the wall, I could feel my hand tremble with each motion.

"Stop! Stop!"

Mirelle’s screams echoed louder and louder, prompting my body to tense further, but I had to keep going.

’Just hold on a little longer.’

I focused even more on the poem in front of me.

A couple of verses.

That was all I needed to add.

It wasn’t hard, but I needed to be as quiet as possible.

I was almost done.

Just a little more.

Just a—

"Ahhh!"

A blood-curdling scream suddenly echoed across the room, and I stopped immediately, my breath pausing alongside my actions as my head started to hurt again. This time, it was a lot more painful than before, causing my vision to turn white for a brief moment as a white marking appeared on my arm.

Standing still, I didn’t dare breathe.

Because...

I knew something else was listening.

Creaak!

Once more, the floor creaked, the tapping of the water in the kitchen echoing once more.

My lips trembled, and my mind was exhausted, but I kept firm.

’It... still doesn’t know that I’m alive. I d...on’t think it sees me.’

Staring ahead, I looked at the poem in front of me.

It was almost done.

I was just missing a little bit.

’No, it doesn’t matter if I don’t finish. This is good enough.’

Creaak!

The floor creaked behind me, the moonlight flickering into the room, as I saw a large shadow appear right behind me.

I almost choked up, nearly slipping and making a sound. I just barely managed to keep myself from doing so as I hastily covered my mouth with both hands.

Embraced by the darkness, I tried to drown out all distracting thoughts.

The Twisted Man was right behind me.

He was looking at the poem.

Was he going to react? Was he going to finally speak? What was he going to do?

I stood anxiously, hoping for something to happen. Hoping to hear some sort of noise coming from its mouth.

And soon...

It did.

"H-how dare..."

Almost every hair on my body rose the moment I heard the voice, deep and growling.

Creaaak Creaaak!

The window in the distance started to visibly creak, moving back and forth as I opened my eyes to see the Twisted Man place its finger on the wall, tracing it across the poem on the wall.

"Who... dares... to."

I could practically feel the anger from its voice.

It was vivid enough for me to hear.

However, that no longer mattered to me.

’It spoke! It finally spoke in its own voice!’

I could now end the game!

If my hypothesis was correct, then I could, at this very moment, reveal the fact that I was still alive to the Twisted Man and end its twisted game.

I had beaten the game.

I had beaten the twisted man.

’No, I didn’t.’

’...What is there to say that this is its real voice?’

’The anomaly isn’t stupid. Although it thinks that I’m dead, I’m sure it felt that something was odd when it felt Mirelle and the Dreamwalker. Although it is aware of the fact that they aren’t human, it might still think that something was wrong, purposely baiting me to speak by exposing his ’weakness’ when in reality it wasn’t even his own voice.’

Ba... Thump! Ba... Thump!

’No, not now. Just a little bit more. Resist...’

"Who... Dares... to... write this?"

’It’s angry.’