Best Horror Mystery Books Novels & Stories

She was lying in bed asleep unknowing of the darkness that was at the foot of her bed. She stirred, awakening from her slumber, her subconscious feeling the hard eyes staring at her. She sat up feeling uneasy as she reached for the glass of water beside her bed hands shaking as her fingers got nearer to the the glass, it dropped and smashed to the floor, water spattered all over the floor. She felt goosebumps, hair raising at the back of her neck. She gripped the blanket up to her neck and shouted, "I know you are here Hannah! What do you want from me?!" Suddenly, she felt the air getting colder and the spattered water splashing softly as footsteps are heard going near her. Slowly, the water

As I flipped to the next page, I took a sip of coffee and continued reading, almost reaching the end of the page, I heard footsteps coming from the hallway, I gaze at the door and then back to the book. My expression changed after I read a paragraph. The number one thing I love about mystery novels is that they always come with unexpected twists. I was about to flip to the next page when I heard fast footsteps from the hallway. "What is Jess doing?" I whispered, shrugging back to continue reading the book. As I heard my door crack open, I turned around and looked in its direction, it looked like the wind blew. I looked back at the book while taking the last sip of coffee, I marked the page I

I just wanted to borrow one book, and first thing tomorrow morning, I’d return it to where it belonged. I turned the doorknob and pushed it open slowly, stepping into his spacious, pitch-black room. Without needing to turn on the main light, I already knew exactly where his bookshelf was. So, I chose to leave the room in darkness, letting only a faint glow from the hallway seep in through the crack in the door. I walked toward the shelf, assuming the horror book was in its usual spot. But it was empty. Since I couldn’t see in the dark, I finally decided to turn around and head toward the light switch.

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

He was lying near the fire pit. I thought he was sleeping at first. Then I noticed the way his arm was bent. Too stiff. I walked closer without meaning to. His eyes were open. They were staring at the sky. There was dark red on his shirt. I didn’t understand it immediately. Then my stomach flipped. Dead. He was dead. I stepped back quickly and my heel hit something. I almost fell. My scream came out before I could stop it. It was loud. It sounded like it belonged to someone else.

Hailee's worries grew with each passing moment, leaving her with a profound sense of unease that gnawed at her very core. As she sat there, surrounded by the remnants of a peaceful night's sleep, Hailee couldn't help but fear what the future held. The book was not just an object to her; it held the key to unlocking her own mysteries and providing a glimpse into the unknown. Its absence left her feeling vulnerable and uncertain, as though her own secrets were at risk of being exposed.

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

That right there is the only reason he wasnÕt buying into the idea that she was hiding something, that and the fact that theyÕd found nothing to confirm such suspicions. He was beginning to wonder more and more as the day went by just what was happening to his town. In the space of a few months, thereÕve been two murders when there had never been one in his whole lifetime. Not only that, but neither murder had been of the ordinary garden variety. Both had been gruesome and way over the top as far as he was concerned.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

I shook my head and realised that this is getting more intense by the second, “I hadn’t realised so Doc, that’s the reason we have you here, to help me solve the mystery “- I said whilst walking up to her, I held out my hand and gave her hand a firm handshake. “We need an autopsy done as soon as possible, we might not be able to identify him but we can at least find out the cause of his death, anything that would help us figure out where the Hudson twins are or who has taken them.” I said to Dr Leslie, she looked up from her note pad and gave me a nod. I think the kidnappers jammed the knife in his chest to distract us from something else, something that we would find out from this corpse af