Cemetery Horror Novels & Stories

His voice was ragged, his chest heaving under his soaked shirt. "I’m fine," I lied for the hundredth time. I was definitely not fine. I was shivering so hard my teeth were clicking together, and the heavy satchel of ledgers was banging against my hip, bruising me with every movement. But I wasn't letting go of those books. Not now. The graveyard sat on a small hill, surrounded by a rusted iron fence that looked like jagged teeth against the gray sky. It was a lonely, creepy place even on a sunny day, but in this storm, it felt like the set of a horror movie. We needed to get to the SUV Henry had stashed for us just past the cemetery gates. It was our ticket out of this nightmare.

Even at that hour, the old werewolf ran from the cemetery, being chased by the crows, while they carried the scarecrow that took the form of his daughter, screaming through the clouds, among the swoops, in his head. To complete the picture and join her, there were more than a hundred crows, with more than 15 scarecrows that took the forms of their victims, all women missing, who chased him, flying and screaming. - KILLER, YOU DAMN IT. – Each of them screamed. When they saw that they weren't the only ones chasing their killers. The cemetery was full of crows, scarecrows and zombies chasing some people, they even came to the point of leaving the cemetery, in pursuit, prowling their killers.

Bill didn’t even spare her a glance and just continued on walking. “You are scaring me. Why are you taking me here? Are you a vampire? Are you gonna suck my blood and leave me dead here? Gosh. Or are you going to bury me alive here?” Her body was frightened of her thoughts. She was with a stranger, in the dark, at the cemetery, Whoaah! It’s a complete setting for a horror movie. “Yes. I will bury you here if you don’t stop talking. Will you please shut up? You are exploding my ears.” Bill was obviously running out of patience.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

He clenched his jaw, stifling the urge to shout at Callum, who stood there with that infuriating smirk. “Alright, listen up,” Callum announced, pacing like a ringmaster. “Six cemeteries. One night. Find your mate. Escape, get help, or, hell, I don’t know, do nothing and die. Your choice. You’ll be escorted to your starting point. Pick a cemetery, any cemetery. Your mate is in a mausoleum, buried alive. Well, technically dead. But you get the point. Find her, because of the horrors she’s facing? Yeah, they’re her worst nightmares that come to life. Literally.” He chuckled, the sound dripping with malice. Hunter felt a cold knot twist in his gut. “Place your bets!” Callum called out, and the c

“They say that Father Albert has been furious about the matter. He has asked the city council to post soldiers at the entrance to the cemetery in order to prevent it from happening again. " "Father Albert?" "The priest of Mortis of the church of the six great gods." "And who is the 'Tomb Raider'?" Viktor asked nervously. “The name has its origin in the popular fable that parents tell their children to scare them and make them behave well. But now it seems that the "Tomb Raider" is not a simple scary tale for children, after all. The first bodies began to disappear at the end of last year. Three in a few months. The first was hardly missed, since it belonged to a hanged criminal. The second w

The morning sun barely penetrated the haze of dust and decay that hung over the desolate campus. Shadows danced across the rubble-strewn ground as the tension in the air thickened. The group—Joseph, Luke, Mira, Collins, Jeff, Favour, and Sarah—stood trapped in a suffocating circle of fear. Akin stood at the center, flanked by his sentient zombie and a horde of undead, their vacant, lifeless eyes trained on their prey.

she whispered softly. Everyone knows Doom Cemetery is off-limits. Should you enter without permission; there is a price to pay. She once questioned her grandfather about the graves wondering why there were never truly crosses around…he told her the records showed it was non-believers who died but the grounds were enchanted. They had eternal peace with no disturbance but if you violate the graves unrest will follow you. “There is three just ahead. Careful…” Thomas said softly. “Who said that?” Billy was instantly anxious not liking the voice that sounds in his head.

I asked. “then I say we go in together” Jack adamantly said. We got to the cemetery and the whole place was filled with darkness, I’ve never been to a cemetery at night. We were frightened but and didn’t know what to do, everywhere looked like it was filled with dead bodies, we held each other’s hands and walked towards the direction where Lily’s father was buried. “did you hear that? Or is it just in my head? Oh my God we’re going to die” Jack cried