Cerita Horor Real Story Novels & Stories

And it’s already had a taste . Tales from The Lake Vol.1 anthology—Remember those dark and scary nights spent telling ghost stories and other campfire stories? With the Tales from The Lake horror anthologies, you can relive some of those memories by reading the best Dark Fiction stories around. Includes Dark Fiction stories and poems by horror greats such as Graham Masterton, Bev Vincent, Tim Curran, Tim Waggoner, Elizabeth Massie, and many more. Be sure to check out our website for future Tales from The Lake volumes.

dead I screeched in terror. Hailee Johnson, missing for one month was found dead. . .by me. Her body was infested with maggots and other insects, she had stab wounds on her abdomen and her throat was slit. Her eyes were still open and her mouth gaped. My breathing was accelerating and my skin had goosebumps, my mouth wide open and my eyes bulging out of my eyes in fear. I was trembling in terror, I couldn’t move. My mind was filled with all of these terrible thoughts, was this my fault? I was the one who said she could drop fucking dead, I felt sick. I knew couldn’t have done this but now with the murder weapon possessing my DNA, the police wouldn’t believe me. I was being set up, but by who

asked woman. "No! we are not buying that one ,the property dealer has informed us about that ". "What ? What he informed you?" I asked. "They told me that house is haunted." the man replied . "Yes ! and there are many incidents ". Jacob replied . "No ! don't worry we are brave enough .Let's be friends together and resolve this problem together." the man replied shaking his hands with my father. "Ok so come out children .There is no danger here . We all are friends " The woman replied.

The girl took it, pulled herself up, and together they followed the warmth and noise back into the hollow of the house. — Later, as the council—old and new—crowded the main room, someone called for a story. Not the true kind, but the kind that made survival feel like a myth ripped from bone. Elena took her seat at the head of the ragged table. The new blood sat close, alert, expectant. She cleared her throat and let the silence bloom. “This is the story,” she said. “Of the house that ate its own nightmares. Of teeth and blood and the bitter cold that never let up. Of monsters who were just people with no one left to bite.”

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

He was the second strongest fighter after Kevin and also one of the Wright family's survivors. "That's right, I know what they were." Tora nodded, looked at the others, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "Those should be evil creatures recorded in ancient books—Blood Ghouls." Hearing the name, everyone froze. Mouths fell open in disbelief and horror. Chantelle could not help herself. "Captain Tora, please. That's impossible. Creatures like that are myths, just legends. They don't actually exist." Tora's face darkened. "Ms. Garcia, I've lived through hell tonight. Do I look like I'm in the mood to joke?"

“You knew. And you didn’t say anything?” Rael shakes his head, looking like he’s seeing a ghost. “We thought it was fake, Dagen. Like the stories about monsters under the bed. Only these weren’t fairy tales. We were told the Velhara drank the blood of the worst wolves. That she tore them apart when they got too close, that her bite marked you before she ended you. I didn’t think any of it was real. We thought it was a horror story our mother told us to keep us in line.” His eyes drop to the blood on my neck, and then to Veyra, still trembling in my lap. “But it is, isn’t it?” he whispers. “She bit you. And you survived.”

She would probably think he is the evil one. Finally I get the courage to say “Wow, you looked up all that information just for me, but I have to tell you something too.” She nods her head waiting in suspense “I have already found out what I am because when the explosion happened it was actually a monster and it killed my family and said to me “you are the last Ma vista to be born this century.” So that means I’m the last one to be born until another one dies.’ The look on her face is priceless. I think she thought it was just a made up story and that the nightmares would eventually end, but that’s not true.

After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent. 303: "Everyone in this building is gonna die tonight!" 603: "What the hell is happening downstairs?" 304: "Wait, wasn't the guy in 303 already… dead?" 401: "Seriously, who's using his phone to pull a prank? This isn't funny." Apartment 303 was Edgar's unit, and the message was coming from his WhatsApp account. The other residents were buzzing about it, but no one seemed to take that line seriously. The building was six stories tall, with four units per floor, and it wasn't fully occupied. I shot Jacob a text. "Who took Edgar's phone after he died?"

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo