Camp Horror Stories Novels & Stories

A gunshot echoed through the night, first one, then another and another. More of the hideous creatures lurched across the campsite, each one as frightening and ugly as the one who had tried to get into the girls’ tent. Kappes was shooting at them. His bullets thudded into the creatures with a wet, sickening sound, but the gunfire seemed only to slow them, not stop them. The two boys were huddled behind him, and Smith was wrestling with the creature he had pulled away from the tent. Nicky had seen enough horror movies to know what was happening. It was impossible, but the campsite was being attacked by zombies! Never in a million years would she have believed it.

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

We quickly went up to other onlookers following behind. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked one guy. "I don't know...just came." Sarah asked another guy, "Hey, what's happening?" "A vampire has been caught around the boarder and brought here." He said before rushing in with the others. Sandra and I looked at each other in awe. "Holy shit." Sandra exclaimed. "We need to see this." She dragged me in with the crowd and we found ourselves in the main parlour. My parents were already standing where they normally did for meetings and I searched for Adrian but didn't see him.

I was glad I won’t stand out too much. We arrive at Xander’s house after a few minutes. His house was more of a dark side kind of house. It was gothic and gave you the creeps. Old cold men stood as statues lining up the way to the front door. Music thumped inside the house. It felt like a high school monster party. Okay maybe I watch too much Ant farm and paranormal movies. This would be a good beginning for a horror story where Zombies come attacking. No, zombies don’t have brains to plot this. Better yet, Vampires.

We fell into easy chatter, discussing their dinner plans for the evening – a new Italian restaurant had opened on the high street – and if Harper and I had anything in the pipeline for our night off. “Nothing much,” I said, kicking some upturned earth and stones out of my path, “it’ll just be nice to relax. He’s been taking on extra shifts at the ward, so we haven’t seen much of each other lately. What with Trigger’s paranoia about the vampires, and everything, I’ve not been around that much either.” “Well, she was right about those ones last night, Cals,” my Dad said. “And she says there have been other signs. A trail of bodies down the west coast, and heading southeast from there. And then

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

Haydon was a major psychopath, and to make it worse, rumours said he was insanely strong, which I could testify to. I remembered going with my mom one day to see the mass destruction he had caused on a small Island near Hawaii. Let's just say it was enough to haunt me forever. Bodies upon bodies spread all over. Blood spread all over the walls, on the ground. It seemed as though a swarm of vampire scum had massacred the Island and I was really astounded when she told me it had been one person. "Okay Haydon. I'll tell them," I said, trying to get the image out of my head. I looked up at him and saw him lean back in his chair with his arms stretched out.

He rarely leaves the coven back then because a witch is pretty useless without his magic. The last creatures, and probably the ones with the least regard for morality, are the vampires. The undead. Vampires have always been the topic of the bedtime stories to scare the children in the coven. Growing up, Hiro had heard all of what they could do, how they did it. And he knows every word of it is true. Vampires are ruthless, they fear no gods nor goddesses. Once the daytime fades and bleeds into nighttime, they terrorize the city with their fangs and bloodlust.

Juana half laughed, half shivered "Scary" "Yes" "Should I keep talking or not? " As long as she's not here, you can keep talking about her" Juana said and Ella looked around the room for about a minute before saying "She can't be here. Ghosts do visit the home of people who killed them or otherwise their own home" she replied "So are you saying her killer was in your house back then?" Juana asked grateful there was no ghost in her room. "I'm not sure. Stevenson bought that house, so it might have been her former home before she died, but now that I think of it, he himself might have been the killer, judging by the rumors that he is a notorious murderer of little girls"

That makes Owen a nice chunk of change on the side. Walking towards his work shop out behind the motel, he passes the newest guests that checked in last night. Three teenage boys and two girls. They are making a documentary of locations across the country that had been the scene of a grizzly crime. They were telling him that they had already filmed nearly one hundred places, the most famous being the Lizzie Borden house, the Amityville Horror House, Ed Gein's house, Jeffery Dahmer's house, and the Vallisca Ax Murder House. They told him they were on there way to California to see the Manson Mansion. Owen feigned interest before politely slipping away before they could ask him to 'say a few w