American Horror Story: Freak Show Dandy Novels & Stories

Elena disappeared back into the crowd before I could complain further, and I was left alone to nurse the drink while I scrolled through my phone. Five minutes later, I finished it, ten minutes later, the room felt warmer and fifteen minutes later, the floor felt strangely soft beneath my feet, and my stomach dropped. Something wasn’t right. I hadn’t had nearly enough alcohol to feel like this. The light blurred, voices echoed, and my pulse hammered. A cold knot formed in my chest. Someone had fucking messed with my drink, and before panic could fully settle in, a loud cheer erupted from the centre of the room. “Truth or Dare!” I heard Elena yell out, and everyone yelled in excitement. Soon,

"...lan? Dylan... DYLAN!" Dorry's lowered scream finally got to him and his tired eyes creaked to the side to see her with a widened gaze. "Dude are you trying to kill us all?" "Huh?" "You mixed in the wrong chemical and didn't realize it's been foaming up? What's got you so distracted?" Dylan blinked down to his side of the table and his eyes widened in shock, Dorry seemed to have cooled off the built up foam that now sizzled out but if it had gone on any longer things might've ended real bad.

And I would expose Vlad’s plan to sell weapons outside Nightshade. Mutually beneficial. I took the USB and slipped it into my bag, nodding once. “All right.” “Care to play?” he asked lightly. “I can get you an all-access pass. There’s a haunted house, which should be thrilling.” I chuckled softly. “No need. There are things far more terrifying than ghosts.” I stood and extended my hand. Darius shook it warmly. After that, I excused myself and walked away. I moved quickly through the pedestrian path, glancing left and right, making sure no one was watching. Nothing seemed suspicious, yet my unease remained.

"Girl, didn't anybody tell you? Stealing is just borrowing... indefinitely." I laugh, because she's ridiculous, and she's not getting this shirt. "Alright, Chucky, or Slasher in the Shower?" I wrinkle my nose. "Can we not watch a horror movie right now?" Darya sighs dramatically, putting her head in my lap. "Ugh! I come all the way over to be deprived of my trashy horror movies, and my yellow shirt. Is there noend to your cruelty?!" Smacking her forehead, I roll my eyes. "It's my shirt. And if it comes up missing I'm going to kill you."

The sound of bone meeting wood was sickeningly loud. I looked up, my vision swimming with red lights and white fire, and there he was. Dax. He looked like he’d crawled straight out of hell. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair was a mess, and his heterochromia eyes were glowing with a silent, murderous fury that made the guys in the booth look like a little boys. He didn’t say a word to them. He just stepped over the bleeding man, grabbed my arm, and hauled me up.

Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand that we are very much a part of the business they did want in the first place so they have to keep up appearances and make themselves known. If anyone of my guys should be feared it would be Dante. He’s the jokester, the fool everyone thinks can’t be serious. Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers.

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

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.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.