Books Horror Genre Novels & Stories

“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.”

They approached the apartment door cautiously, then slowly stepped out, partially closing the broken door behind them, leaving a small gap through which the dim light of the entrance filtered in, as if the apartment itself had refused to close completely, guarding its dark secrets, waiting for the next intruder to venture into the depths of the shadows. The air escaping from the apartment was heavy and thick with the scent of ancient horror and blood, and the long-standing silence. Every step they took on the rough hallway floor resonated like the pulse of another world, a world hidden within walls and shadows, watching them with the cunning of the patient, testing their fear, gauging their

"I think I'm feeling it now. Whoa damn! So where're we off to?" "Up to you. Anywhere, everywhere, nowhere. I don't care…" ### Destination—Zombie Paradise; it was a bar for zombie movie enthusiasts like Trevor. Apart from the drugs, this was the other thing that he seemed to care passionately about. He loved everything there was about this type of horror film and considered himself a true fan. He loved the movies of George A. Romero, the director, and progenitor of this film subgenre. He considered the first-ever zombie movie from Romero 'The Night of the Living Dead as an original masterpiece and should be up there with the classics like 'The Godfather' and 'Citizen Kane'. The critics labele

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.

You were never been a fan of horror. Those nasty realistic CGI imprints in your mind and stays. There's no saying when you'll be able to move on. Sometimes when the situation is just inevitable, you end up sharing a bed with Lisa. Zale forcefully drags your body down to sit. In the middle of keeping you settled, he manages to squeeze out his opinion."Horror in broad daylight doesn't sound like a good idea." Lisa pauses, considering the thought before switching the genre of choices. "You have a point."

“So? What’s your poison?” My eyes scanned the options. A superhero sequel, an animated comedy, a historical drama that looked painfully boring, and...The Veil, a horror movie with a poster featuring a pale, long-fingered hand reaching out of a shadow. I’d always had a love for horror. The jump scares, the palpable tension, the way you could scream in the dark and no one would think you were weird. It was the perfect release. “That one,” I said, pointing before I could second-guess myself.

I put my phone back on the table and picked up my coffee, pressing play on the tv, I started watching the movie again. ***** After Annabelle, I watched The Nun, I felt it only appropriate to stick with the genre. After that, the spookiness was getting to me, so I decided to switch to a horror comedy and put Jeepers Creepers 1,2 and 3 on. By the time I was done with all these movies, the daylight was pretty much over and it was creeping slowly from late afternoon to evening. I started looking for what take away I wanted to have for dinner, but it all seemed so... ‘’Same old, same old’’.

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

In movies, horror lurks in the silhouettes, the night is the horror, along it comes not zombie breakouts or waste mutant experiments but vampires and not just vampires but many more. Bungalow structures coddled the land with bright bulbs shining over some dark sides saintliness and radiance, unstructured establishments could be seen also but with construction banners pasted on each walls and at the edge of the town was a bar, a motel to be accurate glowing from the windows light reflections to attract customers. HONK! ZOOM!