Horror Game: A Misguided Adventure

The day I got dragged into the horror game, my nearsightedness turned hell into

soft-focus. I adopted the creepy girl in the blood-soaked dress as my daughter, mistook the final

boss for my husband, and treated the old vengeful ghosts like my loving parents. The first time I

met the boss, I grabbed his abs and said, “Nice body. Shame you’re kind

of short.” He actually laughed in anger, lifted the severed head from his hand,

set it back on his neck, and ground out, “I’m six foot one. Still think I’m

short now?” Seven days earlier, when it all started—