Americn Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

" Did Adam forget that Yara was the most pampered youngest child in the Candra family? ---- Author’s note: -‘Om’ has the same meaning as uncle. -‘Tante’ has the same meaning as aunt. -Pill Kina are drugs to prevent or treat malaria (an endemic disease in eastern Indonesia) which is deadly,

“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.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

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 .

Scarlet lamps hung from every floor, while an eerie blue glow seeped through the windows. The cold wind brushed against my skin, making my scalp tingle. Suddenly, several strangers had appeared beside me. Every one of them looked confused and uneasy. Then, a tall, heavily built man stepped forward and started cursing loudly. “Screw this! I don’t have time to play games with you freaks! Whoever dragged me here, get your *ss out right now!” No one answered him. “Oh, so you won’t come out? Fine. Then I’ll smash all your d*mn flowers!”

But the person didn't respond—just persistent banging in reply. I asked again, but got even more banging, which eventually woke Lorena up. She squinted at the alarm clock before running her hand over her face. "Did someone die or something?" Lorena said in sleepy frustration. "It's barely 6am." "I'll go see who it is," I said, my heart beating as I stood up from the bed and walked to the door, fearing the worst. And the moment I opened it, I swallowed. Hard. Because there he was. Kade Graham.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

Inspector Rana’s dark voice echoed: “Start the story. The professor who tells the first story… survives.” Anusha took a deep breath. The memory she had locked away in the darkest room of her mind for years returned to her suddenly. “Okay…” she said in a trembling voice. “I will tell you… the most terrifying night of my life.” The lights dimmed. The air became heavier. Some students began to cry. But Anusha’s story had begun— and now it couldn’t be stopped. The Night’s Guest — The Beginning It was 2017. Anusha was a new research scholar and was staying at an old guest house hidden in the mountains.