Annie Horror Novels & Stories

Cynthia says in a very low voice, leaning a little towards me. “Listen!” Lara shoots him a disapproving look. “This I have not seen. The one I saw was the first.” She fixes her eyes on the screen again. “But what the fuck are you doing?” Again she spits words at the television. “No. I can't handle this. The black, the Asian and the blonde have died, the next is going to be the nerd. Fuck! It's always the same with these ridiculous "horror" movies,” drawing the quotes in the air. “I do not understand. If you don't like these movies, why do you keep watching them?” Cynthia rolls her eyes in notable annoyance.

I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me. "Aaaaaa!" I screamed loudly as her hair touched my thigh. "Don't Hamdan, let go. Let him go!" I screamed louder when Hamdan put it on my thigh. I looked into his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt dizzy. Honestly, I can not meet this one creature. It would be better if I met the top class mafias than having to see this thing. I'm still traumatized when I watch Chucky's latest horror film series which was released last month. If you don't know, just try looking for a horror doll movie with that title. Enough, I can't do anything. “Ahahahahahaha, I'm so scared Evan. You bastard.”

I cover a baking sheet with frozen chicken strips and French fries as Perry and Harper search for a movie to watch on the TV. Perry wants to put on Saw while Harper deems it too horrific. "I watched Halloween," he argues. "It's worse than Halloween." I agree, calling from the kitchen, "No Saw." Perry groans. "Look, there's Paranormal Activity." Harper points out. "You haven't seen that; it's about ghosts. You love ghosts, right?"

She replies to him honestly. "Let's go watch a movie at the cinema then. I hope you can deal with horror movies?" He smirks at her, while she just rolls her eyes. "I should ask you that, Ren. Can you handle the likes of Annabelle doll?" She smirks at him and seeing the sudden scared look on his face, she feels so satisfied. "Hell yeah. Who do you think I am? A child? Annabelle is just a doll, and nothing scary," He scoffs dryly, although deep inside him he knows that he's not so strong to handle the movie.

Then, inside his head, a conclusion formed based on Ann's reaction. The look on Hans' face gave Ann a feeling of dread and chills. She sensed malicious intent from within Hans' words. Ann suddenly wanted to leave this place quickly. This man was so scary that it made Ann uncomfortable to linger here. Why was she only able to feel this horror now? Hans' gaze was like the gaze of a wicked person, like the gaze of a psychopath. "Goodbye, Hans," Ann answered, ending the conversation, then she quickly got into the car.

I replied back and kept the phone on the table. I was bored. So I played some movie in my laptop. I watched Annabelle, a horror film. The film is very scary and good. Even so, I'm not afraid of ghost. When I was a child, I was very afraid of ghosts. However, as I grew up, I realised that people are scarier than ghosts. Now. I'm only afraid of Burglars, Kidnappers and rapist people. I sighed and looked at the clock. It's almost 1:30 pm. I ordered my lunch through an online hotel since I don't know how to cook.

she felt all the air and energy inside her had been sucked out and dry hearing the mysterious man's words, it was Anne, she knew this was a vision of what was to come, the inevitable horrific death of Anne, slowly she staggered backward with her hand clutching against the hems of her dress firmly as she panted heavily for breath. "No this can't be real," she muttered repeatedly, it couldn't be, Anne couldn't possibly be murdered in the future and to make it worse all because of her, unable to keep her surging fear and terror within she let out a terrifying bone-chilling scream which startled everyone present at the cafeteria including Asher and Annabelle as they were taken aback by the loud

The carriage is passing by the desolate forest. Everywhere she looks, there is nothing but darkness. It is as if she has gone blind and the world has suddenly become cold. Roseanne shivers and wraps her coat tighter around her body. Sloria is a cold place but this forest is different. There are faint whispers echoing in her ears but she is not sure what those are. Animals? Or spirits? Roseanne does not believe in spirits but there are rumors of hauntings in the forest. Moreover, if the Undead can return, then why should she rule out ghosts?

“Sure. You’re not going to pick a horror movie so I get scared and throw myself into your arms, are you? That cliché is ancient.” He smiled. “Would you throw yourself in?” “Maybe. I’m kind of curious what that feels like.” She had always carried herself as the strong, independent type. She had never really tried being soft and dependent. Lorenzo put on an old horror movie. When the eerie sound effects started, Anna did not even blink. “I know this one. She crawls out of the TV later. I’ve seen the parody version.” “You’ve seen all of them?” Anna toyed with the buttons on his shirt.

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...