Amityville Horror Author Novels & Stories

I don’t even want to think of the implications that would hold for Tanner and me. Swallowing thickly, I force myself to keep reading. After listing out the names of the dead, the author shifts from fact to speculation, notating some of the theories that have arisen over the years. This feels like safer territory. A lot of these conjectures are rumors I’ve heard over the years: the land is haunted, or cursed, or there are witches and demons in the swamp. But there’s no proof for any of these, and I end up with more questions than answers by the time I’m finished reading.

And if he had, why had he done it in this way? There were so many other ways, ways that wouldn't have ended up with the victim practically at his backdoor. She'd heard the stories of women being doused with acid in other parts of the world because they'd rejected the advances of some suitor or other. But this went much further than that; someone had died. And what about the clown? If as her husband said she was afraid of clowns then someone had purposely set out to scare her. She looked from the direction of the tree where the obscene thing had been found and back to the marked area where the puddle and the body had been.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance UNFOLD TRUTH The girl walked over to the other shelf, searching for another book to read. I need a horror book, Mister. Sylvia said to the Library attendant. About what? The man asked. Wolves and Witches. Roxanne said from the other side. Shut up, Witch. Sylvia snapped and turned to the attendant. I'll prefer TRUTH OR DARE. Sylvia said and the attendant shrugged.

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It never said the target had to be human. Before I could overthink it, I broke free from the eerie puppets. Sliding forward, I threw myself at the bleeding ghost bride, hugged her tight, and wailed, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been looking everywhere for you!" The ghost bride's eyes widened. "Who are you?" "I'm Samuel Lynch from Brightwater Shore," I said without hesitation. "Your loving husband."

“Yes, that's exactly it. That was very insightful. What other authors do you like? “Oh, several. She looked at me then. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. “I've read all the classic science fiction authors, of course. Asimov, HG Wells, Frank Herbert. I especially love science fiction when it intersects with horror. "So you're a big Lovecraft fan?"

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?”

-------From the author--------- Hello hello! Your dear author is presenting you a 2k long chapter! Tomorrow is the start of our 2nd quarter, so the author will upload multiple chapters to catch up with other horror contest entries. I think for a week I'll be gone, and be late for the contest which is next month. I'm rushing the story but I promise to make it scary than rushed! By the way, this is my first thriller novel. ---Annie Chan 0:

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.