Have you ever wished to eliminate someone without getting caught?
In other words, are there people lurking in the darkness eagerly anticipating your demise?
The deepest hatred arises from love, and the most horrifying predicaments stem from the malice of those closest.
These eerie moments within intimate relationships delve into the extremes of human emotions—love, hate, jealousy, fear, and loneliness—and how they give birth to evil.
Hatred, selfishness, and desire lie dormant within people's souls, waiting to be unleashed.
This is a series of short and horrible stories where you will see the darkest part of human nature.
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Strange occurrences lurk behind you.
Only those who have the courage to face the harsh truths of life are true heroes.
If you had the opportunity to participate in an unaccountable murder game, would you become the most ruthless player?

Tales of Terror:  Dangerous Games

"Wesley," she called out to the writer in a trembling voice.


"Yes, it's me." The writer who was called Wesley seemed to have woken up from a dream. He hesitated for a moment and then slowly walked toward the policewoman.


I saw the tears well up in the streamer's eyes when he passed by her table. However, the writer didn't slow down his pace.


Suddenly, the streamer reached out her hand and grabbed the writer's clothes.


"Miss, what's the matter?" the writer asked in bewilderment.


Tears rolled out of her tears by this time. She wanted to say something but failed a few times. In the end, she only uttered a few words, "Sorry, I drank too much." Then she withdrew her hand.


The writer went on to the policewoman's table and sat down.


He uttered every word with difficulty as if his lungs were lack of air.


"Yes, it's me." With these words, the policewoman fell silent. So did the writer.


A Classmates Reunion