A Faint Cold Fear Novels & Stories

A tremor ran through her body, a subtle but undeniable sign of her mounting fear; her hands trembled slightly, and her legs felt weak beneath her. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, a restless energy betraying her attempts to maintain a calm exterior. Her breath hitched in her throat, a silent gasp betraying her mounting anxiety. She glanced around nervously, her eyes darting from shadow to shadow, searching for a sign of danger, a potential escape route, or perhaps even a reassuring presence. Her body language spoke volumes, a silent testament to the fear that gnawed at her, a palpable tension that radiated from her like heat. Even her usually vibrant posture slumped slightl

His fear. I felt it in the middle of the night. A cold weight in my chest. A tightening in my throat. A voice whispering that everything was going to fall apart. I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding, my skin slick with sweat. The room was dark, but I could feel him beside me, his presence a steady warmth in the cold. The fear was like a living thing, coiled around my heart, squeezing tighter with every breath. It was the kind of fear that had no name, no shape, no end. It was the kind of fear that lived in the marrow of his bones. It was the kind of fear that had been with him since childhood. It was the kind of fear that had shaped him into the man he was. It was the kind of fear that had

Sometimes in life, you can add one and one together and end up with thirty-two. I looked at my best friend. She was chewing her thumbnail, staring at the wall. Her eyes were a little glossy, and in them, I saw a slither of fear. “Day? Are you getting cold feet?” She dropped her hand. “Yes. No. I don’t know.” I tucked my feet beneath me.

Given how cold the broth is, I must have slept for several hours. As I am here contemplating whether to chug the cold broth down, I feel it. A terrifying sinister presence. The temper of my cell drops to a bone-chilling level. For the first time in many years, I feel something I have been thinking ceased to exist in my life. I feel fear. A raw unprecedented fear. Something or someone is here with me and they are not friendly at all. I feel a bone-chilling fear engulfing me slowly and it feels as if I may just pass out.

I broke out, fear clinging into my chest, making it cold and suffocating. "And who are you?"

I sense a shadow looming behind the darkness. I can’t help but wonder if my mind is playing a trick again. But, it isn’t. I’m perfectly sure I see something or someone hovering in the shadow. I take a step back. My body shivers under the cold and my heart drums in my ears as I feel the impending fear crawling through my skin.

She sat on my bed and stared at the floor. “Me too." “How do you feel?." I asked again, my heart was hammering against my ribcage... There was a cold feeling in my belly... So this is fear?. “I feel... It feels wonderful—" I released the breath I had been holding and a mysterious deep calm, like a cool breeze on an extremely hot day came upon me. “But I feel like you low-key hate me." She started standing up. “Wh-what?." “Yes, you turned cold on me all of a sudden. “

The kind that came from somewhere too deep for words. The sound made my stomach tighten painfully. I pushed the blanket aside. Carefully. Quietly. Trying to move without waking him further. For several seconds I just watched him thrash on the couch. His face had gone pale beneath the tan. Sweat covered his forehead in beads that caught the lightning flashes. His fingers curled tighter around whatever he was gripping. Then his lips moved slightly. A whisper came out. Barely audible even in the quiet room. "No..." The single word sent a chill through my entire body. Because there was fear in it. Real fear. Not anger or rage. Fear.

I had my mouth open to breathe. The temperature in this freezer feels like it has been decreasing. I'm no longer mobilized. My whole body is like those dolls with creepy looks with glass ball eyes just staring at you. The cold inside is like tiny feet of frost imps marching down your arm. Cold is like little teeth nibbling on your fingers. Cold is like a drip of freezing water running down your back, jangling your nerves, and setting your teeth on edge. Every inch of my body, inside my muscles and bones, is rock solid.

Instead, it was a terrifying, suffocating silence. Their tiny, fragile bodies instantly, involuntarily curled into tight, rigid balls. The warm flush of sleep completely drained from their soft skin in a matter of seconds, their delicate lips turning a faint, terrifying shade of bruised blue. They began to shiver violently, their tiny teeth audibly chattering as an unnatural, bone-deep frost seeped directly into their very souls.