Book Horror Stories Novels & Stories

” “Well,my mother was a very sensitive woman Beth.She firmly believed the manor had its own presence and she felt it in a way.” “Like a spiritual presence?” “I guess you could call it that.I remember her telling me that on her wedding night,she heard footsteps going up and down the hallway past her bedroom door.My father was sleeping soundly and so she decided to check who it was…as it turned out it wasn't so much a ‘who’ but a ‘what’…” Beth shivered,remembering her vision of the casket and the little girl giving her that ominous warning.So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading.

Without Leah to bother me, I finally got some peace and quiet and was able to sleep well at night. Several days later, I suddenly noticed piles of trash stacked outside my front door. Could someone had accidentally left them here and forgotten about them? Not giving it much thought, I simply tossed the trash away. However, after that day, trash would frequently appear in front of my house. Sometimes, there would also be dead rats, which gave off a terrible stench. Besides that, I would also occasionally receive scary parcels, where a bloody silicon finger would drop out whenever I opened them. Threatening words in red paint would also be scrawled across the walls.

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

I just wanted to know because I thought Sharon wouldn’t be there. ‘Well she was there. And I don’t think you expected me to break in.’ ‘It’s not that I expected you to break in, I just wonder how you managed to get rid of both girls without getting caught.’ ‘Well, Sharon made it easier for me. She went to the rooftop to hang her washing and I was left alone with her sister. So, by the time Sharon came back, her sister was already dead and I was hiding behind the door. I hit her behind her head and when she fainted, I dragged her to the bathroom and slit her wrist badly. So, whoever finds them will think it was a suicide on Sharon’s part.’ I narrated the entire story to Billy who looked more

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

Their fear was mostly because of ghost stories that they heard from the other girls in the dormitory as well as their own classmates. There were all sorts of ghost stories told of the girls’ lavatories that always ended up with students screaming in fright and insisting that they go to the lavatories in small groups. There were stories told of ghosts of past students who died in there from different reasons. There were stories of suicides because of a variety of reasons such as family and relationship problems. There were also stories when students took their own lives because of poverty when they were told by families that would need to stop schooling for a while. The teenagers could only s

Yet, he paused for a moment while knitting his brows. |Wait, why does it smells like some kind of rotting flesh and not muddy smell?| He questioned himself after noticing the oddness in the pungent smell. Then, he scanned further on the pavement floors. Sistela suddenly screamed out.

As he made his way across the room, he glanced at the bookshelves he passed but saw no books here that were turned upside down. Upstairs, he placed the book on an entry table in the hallway then paused, ears alert for any sounds like he’d heard this morning. Despite his love of horror, or perhaps because of it, Brad had never been easily unnerved. Scary movies, haunted trails and spook houses, most had little effect on him, and as for real life, he reserved his fear for things like disease, natural disasters, catastrophic accidents. It took more than an empty house to give him the creeps. Usually.

She summoned him with her hand to follow her out of the room. She’d barely closed the door behind herself when Ebenezer began to speak with breathless urgency. “That evil boy of mine has my great, great, great, great, grandson. ’Tis time to call for help.” To her sorrow and dismay, he told of his frustration over being helpless to do anything for Edwin and Tim when they were taken by Malcolm’s vampires. His voice choked with emotion when he relayed how Tim’s neck was snapped just before he was about to give Malcolm the information that Edwin so stubbornly refused to give. She shuddered as he told of the vampires draining Tim’s blood before taking him to a pig farm in the Hamptons and tossin

I was about to stand to see clearly how the fight was going on when someone suddenly grabbed me from the back. "Got you," said the baritone voice as I felt a strong arm around my shoulders, holding me captive. I froze in fear. A man. A vampire. He must be with the long-haired woman!