America Horror Story Novels & Stories

“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.”

She watched the red fog close in around her, then screamed, "Help me! Please, someone help me! "Melanie Parker, you bitch! I won't forgive you, not even in death! I should have just killed you myself!" But before she could finish, the red fog engulfed her completely. The others watched the scene unfold in stunned silence. For a long while, no one dared to speak. When the fog cleared, only bloodstains and bones remained. The once-living woman was gone. "I want to go home…" Finally, one of them, unable to hold on any longer, collapsed to the floor. She sobbed uncontrollably, and just as her words trailed off, the red fog returned.

Mom explained. "Hm… it's fine, Emma. Let's not force Ava to do this for us. She has a life over there in New York and I am sure she will go there soon. It's only us who is going to get affected by this. But, I am not ready to take the humiliation from all sides. It's better that we can die together than living without respect. .." he hugged mom and she was crying on his shoulders. Somehow his words touched me. Did he really mean it??

Now I wasn't so big on Religion but I did believe in God,Heaven and Hell so hearing this from them made me pretty scared. "Amelia we curse you and everything that you will ever lay your hands on. You will not find favor in any of your other lives, your generation is cursed forever!" Both my mom and Amelia shouted the last part and when they opened their mouths, dozens of flies flew out and they came right to me.The zombies decomposed to insects of different kind: cockroaches,spiders,ant and some that I didn't even know existed. I still was not able to move or do anything at all. All I felt was the pain that came from these insects biting and crawling all over my body.

Rhea asked uncertainly. "I'll set him up if I need to," she answered before walking up the stairs. Flashback off *** Adam dragged his aunt's suitcase into the apartment without ringing the bell first. His steps stopped when he saw the sight in front of him that made him completely gape. Yara nonchalantly fell asleep on the sofa, unaware that the apartment owner and his guests were currently looking at her. "Oh my God. I’ll wake up Yara first, Tante." "No need, Dam." Desi gave the code to lower their voices. "Let it go, maybe she’s tired."

“What other positions are there?” “Prop, hooker, lock, flanker, scrum half, fly, wing, and full back,” he listed off. With his accent they sounded like a list of silly made up words and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hooker?” I repeated. “Yeah.” He frowned. “What’s wrong with that? It’s an important position.” “In America, it's a slang word for ‘prostitute’,” I informed him, snickering into my drink. Henry’s cheeks flushed. “Well, I just learned an new American word,” he said. He took a long sip of his drink.

I’d heard there were places where you could rent the tapes for a lot less than what they cost to buy, but it hadn’t changed my mind. I started towards the doorway with the curtain but stopped short by the tapes next to it. This section was at least twice the size of all the others. The covers of these boxes were all screams and knives. Bloody chainsaws and heaving breasts. The sign resting here was carefully drawn in black gothic type letters, each dripping red: “Horror.” Hanging by a piece of tape off every other shelf were letter-sized flyers exactly like the ones that man was putting on windshields out at the Farm and Fleet. I peeled one off to get a closer look.

No one except the man. The lights flickered. Static buzzed in the bulbs. Electricity crackled. The carriage was plunged into darkness, just a split second of impenetrable black that filled my mouth, my nose, my ears, like thick, dank water, choking me, drowning me. When the lights exploded back into life, I saw it. A sheen of silvery skin on the man's cheek, harsh white reflecting off scarred flesh. It was a brief flicker of a bad dream. A touch of a nightmare; there and then gone again so quickly that I had to blink away the haze, but I knew I'd seen it, I'd seen him .

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.

But please just hear me out. ‘I won’t. Why must I listen to you? Do you want to narrate the gruesome details of your evil deeds? I refuse to listen to any more of your lies. And I’m not staying with you tonight. Just let me take my things.’ Anna sounded more frightened of me than angry. She was going on like I was some psychopathic retard with killer instinct.