chat room horror stories

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

One day, Wang Ping joined a transmigrators' group chat, where each member could randomly transmigrate to different worlds and obtain their own exclusive cheats. Wang Ping thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life... "Wait, 60 out of 67 group members went offline? What happened?" "Ding, one group member was eliminated. Chen Kang, who joined the group chat at the same time as you, has died. He didn't survive for even ten seconds. All group members, please take this as a warning." Wang Ping was stunned, instantly realizing that this transmigrators' group chat was a huge scam, with a high mortality rate among its members. Death could happen in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, Wang Ping awakened the Life Simulator! "Ding, Life Simulator activated, talent refreshing..." "Congratulations to the host for obtaining the golden talent—Holy Body, the legendary talent—Space-Time Celestial Body, and the legendary talent—Becoming Stronger By Taking In Disciples."

Un jour, Wang Ping a rejoint un groupe de chat de transmigrants, où chaque membre pouvait transmigrer aléatoirement vers différents mondes et obtenir ses propres avantages exclusifs. Wang Ping pensait qu'il était sur le point d'atteindre le sommet de sa vie... "Attendez, 60 membres sur 67 sont hors ligne ? Que s'est-il passé ?" "Ding, un membre du groupe a été éliminé. Chen Kang, qui a rejoint le groupe de chat en même temps que vous, est décédé. Il n'a pas survécu plus de dix secondes. Tous les membres du groupe, veuillez prendre ceci comme un avertissement." Wang Ping était stupéfait, réalisant instantanément que ce groupe de chat de transmigrants était une vaste arnaque, avec un taux de mortalité élevé parmi ses membres. La mort pouvait survenir en un clin d'œil. Heureusement, Wang Ping a éveillé le Simulateur de Vie ! "Ding, Simulateur de Vie activé, actualisation des talents..." "Félicitations à l'hôte pour avoir obtenu le talent doré—Corps Saint, le talent légendaire—Corps Céleste de l'Espace-Temps, et le talent légendaire—Devenir Plus Fort En Prenant Des Disciples."

Um dia, Wang Ping entrou em um grupo de chat de transmigrados, onde cada membro podia transmigrar aleatoriamente para diferentes mundos e obter suas próprias trapaças exclusivas. Wang Ping pensou que estava prestes a atingir o auge de sua vida... "Espera, 60 dos 67 membros do grupo ficaram offline? O que aconteceu?" "Ding, um membro do grupo foi eliminado. Chen Kang, que entrou no grupo de chat ao mesmo tempo que você, morreu. Ele não sobreviveu nem por dez segundos. Todos os membros do grupo, por favor, tomem isso como um aviso." Wang Ping ficou atônito, percebendo instantaneamente que este grupo de chat de transmigrados era uma grande farsa, com uma alta taxa de mortalidade entre seus membros. A morte poderia acontecer num piscar de olhos. Felizmente, Wang Ping despertou o Simulador de Vida! "Ding, Simulador de Vida ativado, atualizando talentos..." "Parabéns ao anfitrião por obter o talento dourado—Corpo Sagrado, o talento lendário—Corpo Celestial do Espaço-Tempo, e o talento lendário—Ficar Mais Forte Ao Aceitar Discípulos."

Suatu hari, Wang Ping bergabung dengan chat group para petualang lintas waktu, di mana setiap anggota bisa secara acak berpindah ke dunia yang berbeda dan mendapatkan cheat eksklusif mereka sendiri. Wang Ping berpikir dia akan segera mencapai puncak kehidupannya... "Tunggu, 60 dari 67 anggota grup menjadi offline? Apa yang terjadi?" "Ding, satu anggota grup telah tereliminasi. Chen Kang, yang bergabung dengan chat group pada waktu yang sama dengan Anda, telah meninggal. Dia bahkan tidak bertahan selama sepuluh detik. Semua anggota grup, tolong anggap ini sebagai peringatan." Wang Ping terkejut, seketika menyadari bahwa chat group petualang lintas waktu ini adalah penipuan besar, dengan tingkat kematian yang tinggi di antara anggotanya. Kematian bisa terjadi dalam sekejap mata. Untungnya, Wang Ping membangkitkan Simulator Kehidupan! "Ding, Simulator Kehidupan diaktifkan, menyegarkan bakat..." "Selamat kepada tuan rumah karena telah memperoleh bakat emas—Tubuh Suci, bakat legendaris—Tubuh Surgawi Ruang-Waktu, dan bakat legendaris—Menjadi Lebih Kuat Dengan Menerima Murid."

Un día, Wang Ping se unió a un chat grupal de transmigradores, donde cada miembro podía transmigrar aleatoriamente a diferentes mundos y obtener sus propias trampas exclusivas. Wang Ping pensó que estaba a punto de alcanzar el pináculo de su vida... "Espera, ¿60 de 67 miembros del grupo se desconectaron? ¿Qué pasó?" "Ding, un miembro del grupo fue eliminado. Chen Kang, que se unió al chat grupal al mismo tiempo que tú, ha muerto. No sobrevivió ni siquiera diez segundos. Todos los miembros del grupo, tomen esto como una advertencia." Wang Ping quedó atónito, dándose cuenta instantáneamente de que este chat grupal de transmigradores era una gran estafa, con una alta tasa de mortalidad entre sus miembros. La Muerte podría ocurrir en un abrir y cerrar de ojos. Afortunadamente, Wang Ping despertó el Simulador de Vida! "Ding, Simulador de Vida activado, actualizando talentos..." "Felicitaciones al anfitrión por obtener el talento dorado—Cuerpo Sagrado, el talento legendario—Cuerpo Celestial Espacio-Tiempo, y el talento legendario—Volverse Más Fuerte Al Tomar Discípulos."

One day, Su Qi suddenly discovers he has a peculiar ability: he can see Easter eggs hidden in the world around him. These aren’t just bits of extra information; by performing specific actions, he can unlock hidden rewards. While everyone else is fleeing in terror from a vengeful female ghost, Su Qi is already setting the table for a candlelit dinner, chatting amiably with her. [You acquire her husband's hat, a mysterious artifact that, when thrown, locks onto enemies and delivers a devastating mental shock.] When zombies overrun the streets, and survivors scramble for axes and kitchen knives, Su Qi confidently strides in, wielding a sound system in one hand and a heavy-duty machine gun in the other, casually clearing out the neighborhood. [No one can defeat me in my BGM.] This is the Abyss—the birthplace of despair and decay, where worlds crumble under fear and madness. This is also a paradise where countless seekers pursue the footsteps of gods. Myths of the past and epics of the future are written here in grand and tragic splendor. Until Su Qi shows up. With a mop soaked in the blood of a recently stunned god, Su Qi scrawls a few bold words onto the epic tale: "The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle."

Un día, Song Shuhang fue agregado repentinamente a un chat con muchos séniors que sufrían de delirios chuuni. Las personas dentro del chat se llamarían el uno al otro «Compañero Daoísta» y todos ellos poseían diferentes tipos de títulos: Maestro del Palacio, Señor de la Cueva, Verdadero Monarca, Maestro Inmortal, etc. Incluso la mascota del fundador del grupo que había huido de casa era llamada «perro monstruo». Ellos hablarían todo el día sobre el refinamiento de píldoras, exploraciones en ruinas antiguas, o compartirían su experiencia en técnicas. Sin embargo, después actuar como fisgón dentro del grupo por un tiempo, él descubrió que no todo era como parecía…

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p