Amercian Horror Story Novels & Stories

The now sin-eater did as he was told, went down to the coffin and as quickly as he bit them both, they moved and writhed and was soon awake, the woman and the child was staring at the two figures that towered over them. “Hector,dear? Is that you?” The woman cried in desperation, realizing what just happened to her and her child. “It is I, dear.” Hector's smile was creepily deathly. “You have brought us back, how?” As her husband helped her out of the wooden coffin, the child in her arm was cooing and abnormally awake and active.

I and your dad and your principal saw it. Oh!, Thank Goodness. Is today the Halloween Night day Mummy? Yes of course, you ditched school today this afternoon. Let go home first before I explain it all. Wait, are you going to tell me all these Black Cults of a things are true? My dad asked. One of my Friends replied him and said, "Those black Cults came out of the same door you saw and took him away. After thirty minutes, the same door appeared and he came back".

One of these—a creative writing assignment to write a horror story—proves to be just the jackpot we were looking for. Derek’s story . . . well, let’s just say it even gives me the heebie-jeebies, and that’s an accomplishment. In a nutshell, his story is about a guy infatuated with the high school cheerleader, whom he proceeds to stalk obsessively; camping out in a tree behind her house so he can watch her through her bedroom window, breaking into the house when no one is there so he can go through her sock drawer (yes, her sock drawer . . . this kid is more messed up than I realized), and otherwise just acting like a total creep. In the end, his infatuation drives him insane and he brutally

he said with an impish smile, “We got a copy of that one in if you want it.” “I’ll pass.” One of the tapes piled on the counter caught my eye. Its cover was a cheap-looking photo of a cross-eyed platinum blonde staring off into space, her mouth an almost perfect ‘O’ slathered in Crayola red slop. The movie’s two word title written with dripping letters. I picked it up. “Blood Feast,” I read. “I think I may have actually seen this one.” “It’s a classic,” said James. “H.G. Lewis’s stuff was ahead of its time. Looks kinda corny compared to stuff like Day of the Dead or whatever but nobody else was doing anything close back then.”

Sniffling, I whispered, “I'm going to check on Derek, okay?” Claire nodded, understanding I just needed time and space right now. “I'll see you in the morning,” I promised and moved into my room to figure out the mystery surrounding this young boy. - “Last night on Thursday October fifteenth, there was a homicide at Corneldo High school. The Janitor named Steve O'Hara was found stabbed outside the Janitorial closet. There appears to have been nobody else in the building at the time. The authorities have some suspicions on what happened, but none of it can—”

When I closed my eyes, I heard an order in my head to open them, and I did. After a while, the pain subsided. I felt as if it was sucked out of my body. And then I saw Damon trembling. He was exhausted. Then it all stopped. He let me go and closed his eyes leaning against the wall. Breathing hard. “What was that?” I murmured. “I don’t know for sure, but something snapped inside of you. We need to see that witch as soon as possible,“ his voice was just as croaky and finished as mine.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

"Couldn't even handle me. Just like everyone else." Tasha was frozen in place, unable to process the horror in front of her. "Amira, stop this. You're... you're insane!" Amira chuckled, continuing her gruesome task. "Insane? Maybe. But I know one thing for sure," she said, looking up at Tasha with cold, dead eyes. "No one messes with Amira and gets away with it." The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of blood and madness. As Tasha stood paralyzed by fear and disbelief, Amira reveled in her shocking display, her laughter echoing through the room as she completed her macabre ritual.

“Let me out!! Leave me alone!!” “It’s okay,” she heard a voice behind her and fear seeped into her stomach, she was scared to turn back but she could feel the steps advancing towards her. “No one can save you now. You’re at my mercy, Amora,” he said standing behind her and letting his hand drop on her butt crack, “Hmmm, have you ever being fucked in your asshole before?” He asked kissing her ear while her whole body cringed. She was sobbing and gripping onto the door handle, “It’s a thing in America, they stick their dicks anywhere and fuck anyhow they want to.”

the dishes as I was done eating, do you want to do anything I asked her, umm can we watch a movie, yes definitely, I led her to the sitting room, what type of movie do you like, I love the scary movie even though I get scared sometimes, she said, okay if you say so, I closed the cotton making the room darker, the rain started falling heavily again, I put on the scary movie “The conjuring” it’s the newly released movie, we sat in silence as we watched this, the movie began with ominous music and dark foreboding atmosphere, I looked at Amelia and she was already on the edge, the jump scares haven’t even started yet. We were in the middle of the movie when Amelia came to my side, “fuck” she cu