Books Horror Genre Novels & Stories

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

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.

After this was branded into us, I thought it was a joke and no need to do that but then the first hour of boralis came and unlike I think most of us decided to start the assimilation, and that was officially the start of your illness. At first the boralis hour only comes when you are left alone or after you meet a ghost that still roams but then after sometime it also started coming whenever you are in the presence of less familiar people. With more boralis, most of the weaker ghost started trying to force a possession so as to escape assimilation Of the greater ghost but only failed, soon we all started getting used to the boralis but then it stopped, it stopped for sometime before coming b

I read the titles out loud. “The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle. The October Country by Ray Bradbury. Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. Last Days by Brian Evenson.” I curl up my lip in disgust. “This is your reading style?” I frown. He glances up. “I like horror.” I widen my eyes. “Boring.” His jaw ticks in annoyance. “What do you like to read?” I purposely bend over, revealing my naked ass. “I like raunch.”

I asked, curiously. “You need to know the kinds of vampires,” he replied. "Huh? Kinds of vampires? I thought vampires are the same?” I asked confused. "No, it is not. Vampires are different, not like the ones you see on television where all types of vampires are the same but the truth is that there are different types of vampires in this world,” he said. "And what are those?"

he asked, slipping his hand into his pocket. "How would I know?" she asked, rolling her eyes and moving at a leisurely pace. "We're going to the cinema to watch a horror movie," he grinned. "What's a horror movie?" she asked, genuinely clueless. "A horror movie is like a scary movie. It'll make you feel all sorts of emotions like fear, curiosity, and so on," he explained with a smirk. "And why do you want to watch it with me?" she asked, scrutinizing him. "I enjoy watching horror movies, but no one wants to watch them with me. I would've taken you to my house instead, but we're just getting to know each other," he said, locking eyes with her.

“But hey, that’s metal. My mom hated scary movies; she’d have lost her mind over you.” The easy admiration landed like a warmth. I didn’t know what to do with. “Or she’d have told me it wasn’t a real job,” I said dryly. “There’s precedent.” “Then she’d have been wrong,” Jax said, as if it were simple. “Horror’s the most honest genre. It tells you the world wants to eat you, then makes you laugh about it so you don’t go crazy.” I stared at him for a second. Years of Ethan’s *cute little stories* and my sister’s *creepy* had not prepared me for a stranger casually defending my entire existence on a haunted bus.

“Yes, horror is the only modern genre that’s as fatalistic as classical tragedy. But one is considered by critics to be the pinnacle of fiction and the other is considered the nadir.” “You know you get the cutest little furrow in your brow when you get all serious.” “Blow me,” said Sam chucking a zippo at Jimmy’s head. “Only if you furrow your brow for me.” Jimmy took a hit from the bong and said, “You’ve thought quite a bit about this haven’t you?” “Yeah, I have. It means something y’know. The ancients used mythology as a way of exploring a lot of important, unspoken things about their lives. The closest thing we have to that is horror, it’s our way of exploring the unspoken matters in life

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.