American Horror.story Novels & Stories

I kicked back and relished the show as Christopher and Sally unwrapped their surprise. When they finally got home, the looks on Chloe's and Howard's faces were priceless. It was only in that moment that he realized I had known all along, but by then, it was tragically too late. The apocalypse had arrived. Hordes of haunts had descended upon us, turning the world into a living nightmare in the blink of an eye. Someone was walking down the street when, without warning, their head suddenly came off. Before long, the haunts had devoured both the head and the body of the unlucky soul.

horror striking Adir push her away with his fist, she groan but maintain her hold on him,She slip into his skin eating it sloppily,a small dagger kept by the door side for protection flash,he bend down dragging her with him to pick the dagger and slash her throat cutting her head off,her body fall limply on the ground,the hands inside his body dropping from it's reach,Adir sit down beside the door breathing abnormally. Something he leant about the night creatures was that anything could penetrate their skin and ordinary plastic item could tear through their skin but it can't kill them,they take hours to heal when you strike them,no matter where you throw the bodies and the organs,it located

Brandon set his camcorder on a tripod at the other side of the table, almost against the back wall, to keep in frame not only us, but also the loads of documents before us. We’d spent about thirty minutes going through records when one of the old maps caught my attention. “Look,” I said, showing it to Brandon. “See this town, Greenwich? It was flooded when they built the Quabbin.” He leaned in, studying the area I was pointing at with a curious frown. “So? What’s so special about it? Flooded graveyard or something like that?” I rolled my eyes. Of course the West Coast alien didn’t know. “Lovecraft’s The Dunwich Horror was sort of based in this town. And The Color Out of Space was set in this

Elijah's eyes were fixed on the starless night sky, the moon brighter than he remembered. "Full moon," Za spoke, and the little devil looked at him. "Have they told you what happens when there's a full moon?" he asked, but the other denied it. "It's a very old story, to tell the truth. But it's very true," he began to say as they pulled off the road and entered a small shortcut. "More than 500 years ago, it was said everywhere you went that every full moon, an unscrupulous animal attacked every human being that didn't have any security during the nights. It is said that when the moon shone brighter than the stars around it, that animal with huge ears and a long jaw appeared because it was hi

The young woman nodded gratefully, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and apprehension. She led us through the winding streets of Sleepy Hollow, her steps quick and urgent as she recounted the town's dark history and the origins of the Headless Horseman's curse. Long ago, a powerful warlock had been betrayed by the townspeople and condemned to a gruesome death, his head severed from his body in a cruel act of vengeance. In his dying breath, the warlock had cursed Sleepy Hollow, vowing to return from the grave and exact his revenge on all who dwelled within its borders.

I folded my lips and smacked them. "It's a Horror movie," I say simply. "Really," Vy says perking up at the word horror and I nodded. "We can watch it sometime together," I suggested, and she smiled nodding her head hastily. "Werewolves are the things that are not real. I'm 100% sure Annabelle is, I search it and they have the real doll and the other haunted items in some museum in Monroe," I gave her a dumbfounded look. "I can admit that werewolves are not real but come on," I say chuckling.

Andreios wanted to tell him but Damon's words silenced him yet again. "When I came out of our little house. I saw the worst sight ever made by men. Blood littered the village part ways and dismembered bodies of the families and friends I once knew filled the entire village. The smell of blood mixes with water, rot, and decay too much to inhale. Flys filled my blurred vision and with shaky legs, I ran. Everyone was dead, everyone I once knew, save me. I ran and ran until I was certain I had gone far enough and my feet's too weak to run any further. Day or two after I found a cave and made it home. At night I heard cries of the wild beast and each morning I woke up, I would be surprised to see

I darted my eyes away quickly-- "You promised," Al said all of a sudden. "What?" I paused in surprise. "No question asked," Al smirked, holding out his hand to me. I was grateful that he didn't ask into it. Night fell. So the thing about horror stories is that-- The fear kicks in only at dark nights when you are alone, not when you are at the crowded theater or on the bright street. Meaning-- I couldn't fall asleep that night. Turns out it's a bit hard to fall asleep when you don't close your eyes because you feel the need to stare at everything with alert.

, and the freezer was stocked with food. Clothing, jewelry, family photos, and other personal belongings were left in place. Amityville Haunting 7 The Warrens conducted a séance and then returned at a later time to conduct a nighttime séance for television. In attendance were 17 people, including two trance mediums, Alberta Riley and Mary Pascarella. Prior to the start of the séance, Ed used religious provocation to test for the presence of demons. Approximately half the persons present were physically assaulted. Ed suffered from intense heart palpitations, which affected him for three weeks. After returning home to Connecticut, the Warrens said they were assaulted by a demonic force at abou

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo