Amercian Horror Story Novels & Stories

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?

"And you have pissed me off." He believes me. Suddenly he believes every horror story he has been told since he was a little boy. That they were all true: the dead things hungering for the warm living flesh; the bony hand coming out of the closet in the black of night; the monsters from another page of reality, the unturned page--who could look so human, so cute. He reaches for his gun. Too slowly, much too.

“ Eeee……eee……Hormones can be quite dangerous . How about I we watch a movie while eating some nice desserts that the chief prepared yesterday night . I promise you , they are still fresh . As soon as you taste them while watching a nice comedy movie with lots hunks I bet your hormones will calm down . “ said Amra with a nervous smile . “ That will help a lot . “ said Ayla laughing then Amra ordered the maids ti bring the desserts to her room . As soon as the desserts were brought in Ayla and Amra sat down together and turned the tv on and started to watch a romance comedy movie . “ You know , just yesterday me and your brother were watching a horror movie . “ said Ayla . “ I bet he was tryin

Agatha said briskly. The reality of the situation suddenly sank in. Fear consumed Edwin and his heart threatened to explode in his chest as he rushed to join Tim behind the thick oak tree. “Are you out of your mind?” Tim hissed when his friend skidded next to him. “I think so,” Edwin panted. “I can’t believe any of this is happening. Vampires… witches… this is like some sci-fi nightmare,” Tim complained. “It was supposed to be a simple hunting trip with a few friends.”

Satisfied that he was fine; I returned to the room of gore and managed to get a few answers from my parents as to what happened. My first question was to ask if they called the police. No, they had not. I then proceeded to ask them if they knew who had done such a horrid thing to Lisa. Yes, they certainly did know. It was my former—dead roommate, Frank. He broke into the house and insisted on taking Bobby with him. He told my parents that I was a vampire lover and that my child was a vampire. When I asked why my father thought I could help Lisa, he informed me that Frank claimed Geoffrey was a handler and handlers only married handlers. Therefore, I had to be a handler too.

It was a Sunday morning, we had all taken care of our house chores, we ate before we did the chores, they girls had woken up very early in the morning to prepare the dish, we were left with nothing, Mr and Mrs Wilson did not leave the house, because it was their day off, so we decided to go have some fun, leaving the both of them at home Jessy took us round New York, the city was really amazing, we had gone shopping, we visited the Central Museum, mall, etc you name it, Jessy and I enjoyed ourselves we watched movies together, there was this vampire movie about stream in the theater, so we decided to go check it out "Hey Luther, come check this out" Jessy said posting to a poster while I wal

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Making him look like the most frightening demon that she had ever seen. She froze with shock. Horror. Revulsion. She couldn't even move. She could only stare. Her horrified reflection glinting into those black and endless pits of his. It didn't help. The fact that he was still wearing that weird dia de los muertos face paint. If anything, it even made him look all the more horrifying. More difficult to look at.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

I got her to wait outside while I cautiously walked inside the house and the first thing I saw was blood spatter all over the walls. I walked through all the rooms when I found a woman and a man in their bedroom. They were both still on the bed but they were lifeless and didn’t have any color. They were definitely dead. I looked through the rest of the house and I found an older boy, about 10 years old. He was the same way in his room. So I walked out the front and I grabbed Amora’s hand. “Come on sweetie. I’ll take care of you now. You don’t have to worry about those mean people coming back.” I said as I turned her away from the house.