Amercian Horror Story Novels & Stories

Has he drained me within an inch of life and now he wants to finish the job, or does he want to turn me like in all my vampire novels that I read as a kid? I don’t know if I will ever know, because all he does as I stare at him is smile at me with a smirk on his lips and sits silently cross legged. After a few more moments, he finally starts to move forward as he leans into me and says with a strange accent, “Don’t fear my child. I won’t harm you. I merely want to ask you a question?” He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the

I type back my reply and regret my choice of words the second I punch the send button: way to go, Jas. "Oh, finally. I was beginning to get a panic attack from the thought you might not speak with me ever again." I looked at the phone in hand, trying to figure out a conversation with this man. "Go ahead and ask him which tastes better between a male's blood and a female's blood," the devil in my head shouted wickedly at me, "or you could ask to choose between a werewolf's blood and a human's blood." "It is four am in the morning, and I'm supposed to be sleeping," I typed instead.

Still scared on the side that they will be bored to death with the movie, they decided to buy coffee instead of soda, and some light snacks. Five minutes before the movie starts, they entered the cinema hall. The big screen was playing commercials, until the screen turned black for a while, and started playing the movie. Alexandra freaked out deep inside by realizing that the movie is a horror movie she haven’t watched before. It’s entitled Carrie which was excerpted from a book. “Nice, Carrie. It’s from a book too,” Jacob excitedly whispered to her. Smiling fakely, she nods. She knows. She happened to watch the trailer once before, and she knows the girl will be possessed, and there will be

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 .

She said, seeing him raise a brow with interest. "Go on." He nodded for her to continue. She bit her lip, looking around the dining room again. The other patrons appeared to be too involved with their own conversations to take any heed in what they were discussing, but Amira didn't want to risk anything. She shifted herself dangerously close to him, lowering her voice a bit to not draw attention to herself, "Even though we do go after the big names: Vampires, Werewolves and Dark Witches, we also take down creatures that hide in their legends. For example," She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "last summer while Jax and I were traveling through New Mexico, we took down a Skinwalker that kept imp

THERE’S SO MUCH. TATE LANGDON, AMERICAN HORROR STORY 20-MARCH-1930 A family newly moved to Vineyard from the city after facing a couple of hard time. They thought it best to come to a secluded small town and live a cheap normal life but little did they know the house they moved into experienced a terrific incident. Three years before the family moved in, there was once a happy family—the owners of the house, they lived happily till one day all the family members died during their sleep. This continued to happen to every family that moves into the house

"You may not believe it, but I met a few people who forbade me to come here, especially tonight." "The Day of the Ember Ghost," Dante said. "I'm glad they still talk about that. It's one of my favorite stories, actually. The day when the ember ghost emerges from his hell hole to find his next victim. Or was it the day of bad luck when no fisherman is allowed to go out to sea." Dante laughed. "Some of the locals looked pretty scared when they tried to prevent me from coming here. They really believed in their superstitions," said Jon.

Slowly… slowly… Until it stood right above her head. Anusha froze with fear. She turned her head slightly— There was no one in the room. But on the wall… the shadow stood. And then— The shadow’s head moved close to her ear and whispered— “I have come…” Her eyes widened. The next second, the lamp went out. The room plunged into darkness. And someone grabbed her shoulder— Cold… icy… not human at all. Anusha screamed and fainted. When she woke up in the morning, the guest house was normal.

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

The forest itself had become alive with an unnatural energy, feeding on their suffering, growing stronger as each new victim added to its power. By the 2000s, the urban legends surrounding WildWood had reached their peak. The story of the “lost camp” near Terrell State Hospital became a dare for teenagers, a rite of passage to prove their bravery — or foolishness. But those who went never returned, their bodies found weeks later, twisted and deformed, their minds shattered beyond recognition. Ben, Dylan, Mark, and the others were just a few of the many victims, and though they had fought to survive, they had not truly escaped. The spirits of the woods were still there, lurking in the trees,