A Horror Story Novels & Stories

Just his. He picked it up with trembling fingers and he opened it. Inside was a single black card with silver lettering. It read: “There are worse monsters than Adrien. And one of them is watching you.” Ryan felt the world tilt slightly under his feet. He turned sharply, heart in his throat. But the hallway was empty. Silent. Still. The past wasn’t finished with him yet.

" Things were quiet for the next three days. I kept checking in, and Chester kept reassuring me, no weird dreams, nothing out of the ordinary. He even tiptoed around the idea of seeing a shrink, but I was not having any of it. Just when I started to relax, that's when it happened. Chester did not come home one night, and his phone might as well have been a brick. That old, uneasy feeling crept back in, and I bolted for the cemetery. There he was, sitting by my dad's grave, a mouthful of pâté and a half-empty glass of whiskey, toasting the air. My heart twisted in my chest. "Don't you dare eat that! Spit it out, now!" I dashed over, pounding on his back, desperate to make it stop.

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

Patty groaned with visible frustrations on her face. " Let's just tell some horror stories." My eyes lightened up as I hear horror stories. I love horror stories too. Sheena usually tells me something about horrors. At first, I'll cover my ears and pretend I didn't hear anything from her but sooner it wonders me and catch my interest. I sometimes read one-shot horror stories.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

He then began to tell a story that Hana thought absolutely doesn't make sense. *** "Don't come out at sunset if you don't want to be kidnapped by a witch." Long ago, when her grandfather was still alive, he used to scare Hana with that sentence every time Hana come home late because she was too busy playing. The sentence that when she was more mature she considered a delusion but surprisingly actually did exist. The witch that Hana considers a fairy tale turns out to be a real creature roaming around her. Even with other creatures such as vampires and werewolves.

Since she wanted to try something, she toom it as a chance. Could it be possible for grim reapers to knock? She did heard that her kind can touch something when the clock strikes at three in the morning because that is where they get their bodies... or soul, be active. A small smile crept on her lips for the first time after two decades. To her surprise, Shane opened the door. "I see, it's you," She said. "Your time is up, Shane Hoseinzade. You lived wonderfully," She slashed her scythe on his neck but to her surprise, the scythe went through Shane and wasn't able to harm him.

"I was so frightened by her request that I scared her away. She disappeared and didn't come back until a month later. When she came back, she didn't look sad. She looked really furious. Around that time, my mom was pregnant for him the second time. He lost his job and didn't allow mom to work. For the whole year, bad things began to happen. He even got into a fight with some people and they almost killed him" "I see...The ghost-girl's work" Juana mumbled. "I was too young to understand everything. But I knew some things. The beating got worse when he found out I saw a girl-ghost. I think he was really scared that the girl he killed has come to haunt him down" "The beating?"

She kissed Cameron goodnight three times before he finally shooed her out of his room, and she was left alone in the living room, holding the remote. As she pulled her laptop on top of her legs, Sidney had the immediate urge to draft an article about her little taste of horror in real life. She could feel herself typing the words before the embarrassment seized her again. She didn’t want to tell people what had happened, either time. The story tasted as bitter and felt as deformed and unnatural on her tongue as the times she had to explain the dissolution of her marriage. Something about the details of her own scare made her feel inexplicably insecure in her love of horror. She figured a mov

They’d made the decision firm when they were in Jodhpur, searching for a vetal that would take over corpses and haunt the souls of the living, begging to pass on from this world to the next. I’d been fairly nonplussed when they’d told me that – the stories about Paris sounded much more pleasant – but I supposed it wasn’t as bad as their travels through the Philippines, tracking a particularly nasty manananggal who was leaving a trail of injured pregnant women behind, who would later give birth to children with grossly deformed faces. They’d told me in gruesome detail about how they’d found the detached bottom half of her body, and how it had dissolved when they’d covered it in salt and garli