Best Horror Audiobook Novels & Stories

I hissed squirming. “Just watch. The fun is about to begin.” The man tilted my face towards the stage where Alpha Woods now spoke confidently about borders and praising his daughter. “Now I would like to remind everyone of the rules.” Alpha Woods spoke right as an arrow whizzed over everyone's heads. Impaling him in the neck. I watched horror struck. Seeing my Alphas eyes widen in shock. He locked eyes with me opening a mind-link ‘Get Kayla to safety’ I heard his voice fade near the end. A second later his body went slack landing on the floor with a dull thud.

I could hear the murmmurings from the crowd, it felt like, they were anxious and suprised, glasses started to break from all angles, the lights, went out, the whole place went dark and the moon suddenly came and lit it up. The process was long Andi could hear, people yelling and murmmuring from a far distance. It was cracking, it felt magical and real, "Hi Fiona! I'm Mia!", I heard this voice and it came from my head, like my thoughts, who is Mia?. I felt like I was getting bigger and bigger, my clothes started to tear, and that was it, coming as an explosion, a white mist covered the whole place and the look on everyone's face was sort of, suprising.

So warm and comfy. It doesn't take long when it pours again. Heavier than yesterday night's. My sleepiness fades away when I hear something from outside of the room, making me sit up straight. I get out of bed and then check the living room with my phone's torch, but there's nothing to be seen but the very faint moonlight penetrating the glass windows. I swear, I heard something from here. It was like a knocking sound. "Hello?" I say. O God. I feel so stupid by asking the void. Nobody answers back. Of course. I'm all alone. I should've never chosen a horror-themed film today. This is what I get after watching — anxiety. Anyway, they're fictitious, and fun to witness so.

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

They were images of blackened houses, broken bodies, and trembling survivors murmuring in fear. “They said they saw… shadows with horns,” Eden whispered. “They said the shadows walked through fire and didn’t burn. They tore through flesh like paper. One old man said he saw a child disappear in the blink of an eye. There was no blood. No scream. Just… gone.” Sophia paled. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a tattered, leather-bound grimoire. She flipped the pages quickly. “I’ve read this before,” she muttered,. “Long ago. When I was a child. The signs… horned shadows, vanishing people, soulless fire. It’s not mortal.”

Fear grips her body as she jerks upright, her heart pounding in her chest as the noise intensifies, echoing through the room like a thunderous storm. The relentless sounds reverberate through the air, growing louder and more ominous with each passing moment. Audrey's eyes dart around the dimly lit space, her breath quickening with each heartbeat as she realizes that the place she is in doesn't have traditional doors, only shutters. The realization dawns on her that she may be in an abandoned warehouse, a place of shadows and secrets, haunted by the eerie presence of spiderwebs and hungry rats.

Bat held high, I followed the trail of prints, every step drawing me closer to an impending dread, like a character in a horror movie, desperately being urged to flee. The dim hallway before me seemed to stretch endlessly, a claustrophobic tunnel engulfed in darkness and uncertainty. Then, piercing through the silence, I heard it—a faint but unmistakable thump against the wall, an unsettling noise originating from the corner around the bend. It was coming from Adam's room.

When she died, something in him changed, as if the ground beneath his feet had cracked and he was trying to stand on broken earth. Not long after her funeral, the nights turned strange. Around midnight his door would fly open and Horris would burst into the yard barefoot, eyes wild, tears running down his face. His voice carried through the whole of Ashwood. “I don’t want to go! I don’t want to go!” he would scream, fighting against hands trying to hold him back. Men rushed from their homes, women peered through windows, and Kaelith and I stood shaking in our doorways as he struggled and sobbed. Every night it was the same words, the same terror in his voice.

Jessica's voice went dead serious. "This manor has thirty floors. The monsters on the lower floors? They're simple. Predictable. They work on pure instinct. Learn their patterns, and you can survive. Treat them like traps. But the higher you go... the ones at the top are a different breed entirely. They won't just kill you. They'll shatter your sanity in seconds. They'll show you what true terror really is." "She's right," Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory.

Instead, it unhinged its jaw to reveal rows of glowing teeth and spoke in a distorted, metallic version of Professor Alden’s voice. "Perspective... is what separates a decision... from a reaction." As the creature let out a piercing, unholy screech, a second sound tore through the woods from the direction of the hollow Leah had just left. It was Claire’s first genuine scream of horror.