A Nearsighted Girl’s Journey Through a Horror Game

Summary

After I got pulled into the horror game, my nearsightedness made everything blurry.

I ended up treating the creepy girl in the blood-stained dress like my own daughter, the final boss like my husband, and the old creepy 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, picked up the severed head in his hand, put it back on his neck, and ground out, “I’m six-foot-one. Still think I’m short now?”