Analog Horror Monster Novels & Stories

Tears sprung forth as she glared at the monster before her. It looked like a cross breed between a leech and a flea, and it was already wriggling its huge bulbous butt, looking ready to pounce back onto its host. Just as Nozomi dove for her backpack, the parasitic monster jumped and crashed into the wall behind Nozomi. Nozomi’s fingertips barely reached her bag, with her legs still restricted by the monster under the table. She yanked hard on her bag strap then stuck her hand inside her bag.

I want to run but my feet couldn’t move and stuck to the ground. I saw a red paired light from the dark part. “My God,” I whispered, “who is there?” No one is answering. “I swear I’m going to kill you if---” I couldn’t finish my sentence when I saw the monster showing up itself from the dark part of the forest that I saw eight years ago. Has a black and hairy body that looks like a big dog. Paired of red eyes, sharp fangs, talons, and has a big body than mine.

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

"If the child doesn't develop into a monster, that's good. I frequently think monsters being manufactured rather than born." As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her body become incredibly chilly, as if she had just lost something really vital. She immediately noticed Uncle Hector inside, swinging a green sword and slamming the woman's body hard. The monster's shadow immediately emerged from the wicked woman's body, creeping into every corner of the home and clinging to the boy's body, who was kneeling on the ground in horror. Despite her fear, Ancanta went inside to hug the terrified kid. Uncle Hector's strikes were evaded by the shadow monster, and Uncle Hector was also lightning qui

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

Or maybe it was the terrifying pictures that hung down the walls that were the cause of the quiver running down my spine. On both sides of the foyer hung several pictures of demons, vampires and monsters. I bit my nails while I studied the pictures even though they unsettled me. I guessed at least half of the pictures were from the 1500s The first portrait that caught my attention featured a very tall, grey skeleton-like man who was holding several sharp objects in his hands. The skeleton man had worms and maggots in his belly and body, and his dead skin was hanging off his bones like worn-out rags.

something huge was clinging silently to the roof and she doesn't need to be told that it was a monster. Its body was so massive that it blended perfectly with the dark ceiling, making it almost impossible to notice unless someone looked carefully. Its skin resembled rough stone, and its long, rocky fingers were tightly embedded into the concrete as it remained perfectly still. Anya felt every hair on her body stand on end, a cold chill raced down her spine. Her throat went dry as she instinctively swallowed. "Oh, that's what I thought," the man continued arrogantly, completely oblivious to the danger above him. "You should always keep quiet like this then we'll get al...."