Bfdi Horror Novels & Stories

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Not caring where the stairs ended, I jumped down the remaining stairs, but found the jump relatively short and thankfully, not leading to the fiery pits of Hell. "I thought you were supposed to be an Alpha?" Right now, I didn't care about her sarcastic tone. "Yeah and those were little bird eating monsters whose bite hurts like hell!" "Rumors," she stated. "Their bites are usually neurotic, very rarely somatic and people don't die of their bites. It’s the infection that occurs later that becomes the real cause of death." A sudden flare of binding light and then the entire basement was flooded with it, allowing me to have a good look of my surroundings.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

Because he had just been ripped apart. I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent. “I was hungry,” he murmured. Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before. [Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.] [Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.] [Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]