Annie Horror Novels & Stories

Cole asked. “Horror.” Cole visibly paled. Yup Cole is scared of horror movies. He screams like a little girl every time a ghost appears on the screen. We all laughed out loud but we still watched ‘Anabelle creation’ with Cole screaming now and then. He had his hands over his eyes throughout the movie. He was watching the movie from the gaps of his fingers. When the movie ended it was already past eleven. We climbed the stairs to our rooms with the guys stopping on the second floor and me climbing to the third floor to my room. The door of the room before me was slightly ajar and weird noises were coming out of it.

Isabella’s POV That smile. It wasn’t nervous. It wasn’t broken. It was the kind of calm, satisfied curve that makes your skin crawl…like the final girl in a horror movie who turns out to be the killer. Agnes said it first, voice low and venomous. “Why the hell is that bitch smiling like a damn Annabelle doll come to life?” Nobody answered. We couldn’t. Every eye in the room was glued to the screen, hearts hammering in sync.

He nodded at Zee approving it. After a while Callum was calm enough not to shiver and panic. "Now. How about some juice"? Saint came into the room with another glass and this time he drank it silently. "Callum ". He saw Stephen sitting beside him with Enzo slipping out of the bed. They all settled giving Stephen the margin to hold him. And support them both. "What you saw was not a nightmare though how I wish it to be. This is the reason why I was against it in the first place to have a Human here in the den of Non Humans. Or Vampires as you call us.

I take one and take a sniff of that sweet aroma that makes me think of him. "I exclusively make classic horror movies. The movie is Nightmare on Elm Street. Is that okay with you? A gummy asks around. I have a strange suspicion that the food we are eating is Edwarde-colored. "Excellent. " There is nothing except spooky dreams, knife fingers, and Freddy's messed-up visage for the next two hours. It's perfect for me and comes without any questions or small conversation.. The front door opens as the credits begin to roll, which causes me to get up from the couch. Be calm, Emily. You weren't doing improperly at all.

She covered the distance between her and the struggling Hannah tied to the chair. She held the Anthrax gently in her hand and flipped it open, a sharp pencil knife snapped out. Hannah's eyes dilated in panic and alarm as she wriggled in the chair furiously, beads of sweat trickling down her face. Oh God!!! What is happening? Is she going to end up dead as she had feared? Maybe she will end up in the second category after all-the one where the main character in a horror movie ends up dead right in the enemy's lair.

She opened a wide smile, Anne watched me with a still cunning and suspicious expression. "No, Zy, you don't have to tell me," I said with a brief smile. She didn't shine, there could be no worries. Anne, however, just squeezed her eyes towards me, increasingly suspicious." And you should visit your grandparents, you should ask if they don't have ties to hunters of supernatural creatures. "Oh, Lena, stop it!" She asked, covering her face with one hand." I swear I'll never come to watch horror movies with you again. It's crazy every time you drag me to things like that. You know I don't feel good seeing blood and cruel things...

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

I turned and saw Harmony halfway up the ladder to my bed, half of her body crawling under my mosquito net. Her expression was grotesquely exaggerated, filled with fear as she stared at me. I let out a terrified scream and jumped upright from my bed in shock. The following scream came from Harmony, louder than mine, and then there was a crash as she fell off my bed, landing hard on the floor.

"But -" "Lillith, listen to me. Would you have found him if he’d been Taken?" She nodded, wiping her wet cheek on her knee. Nick being Taken, becoming one of the countless people that had stepped too close to a dark corner and become, for lack of a better word, possessed by a shade, was our biggest fear. When they took hold of your body they forced you from it, sending your wandering soul to the other world whilst they used your flesh to fight the rest of us in the light of day. It was these faces that Lillith searched, trying to find our brother.

Lucas asked. “Because I dreamed about this. Her mother is doing to be in her bedroom with her father down the end of the hall. And there’s going to be an older boy about 10. He’s going to be in his room as well. All dead from vampires.” I whispered so Amora couldn’t hear me. So we walked through the house and the bodies were exactly where I said they were going to be. We checked the rest of the house, just in case I missed anything in the dream, but that was unlikely. And we went back out the front.