Cerita Horor Kumparan Novels & Stories

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)

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As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

Nang nakapasok na siya sa loob, he was breathless and panting. Okay, Impressed ako pero… Ito ‘yong mga bagay na takot siya. Multo, aswang, anything about horror. Kung hindi lang malaki ang project na ibinigay na ‘to sa kanya at kung hindi siya ang leading man ay malamang tinanggihan na niya na ito. Matapos ipakilala sa production team ang manager ng Haunted Kingdom ay nagsimula agad sila sa photoshoot.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

The events which were cascading one after the other matched with the incidents she experienced a few days ago with the monster. Danger lurks you - the words of the fakir begin to ring in her head. On the other side her sanity questioned on why she was believing in the ignorant practices of the illiterate people in the village. She was a well educated girl, she and her boyfriend would get married and move out of the country very shortly. Amara could hear a distant music of the guitar. The song started pleasant but soon turned deathly deafening her ears with terror. Taking frightened steps she went to the window to close it.

He answered her, his orbs filled with pain while he tried to take his mind away from the problem that we were looking at. “Yeah, there was a rumor about an occult club that deals with kidnapping babies, and I heard they drain the blood out of the babies to celebrate their victory or initiation, I don’t know how true that was, but trust me, that was the talk of the town for weeks before it finally died down.” She started, irritation ran through my blood while my face mirrored what is was feeling, PURE DISGUST.

Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle Stuck On You and Other Prime Cuts by Jasper Bark Poetry collections: WAR by Alessandro Manzetti and Marge Simon Brief Encounters with My Third Eye by Bruce Boston No Mercy: Dark Poems by Alessandro Manzetti Eden Underground: Poetry of Darkness by Alessandro Manzetti If you’ve ever thought of becoming an author, we’d also like to recommend these non-fiction titles: The Dead Stage: The Journey from Page to Stage by Dan Weatherer Where Nightmares Come From: The Art of Storytelling in the Horror Genre, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Eugene Johnson Horror 101: The Way Forward, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Emma Audsley Horror 201: The Silver Scream Vol.1 and V

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”