Chat Horror Novels & Stories

She raised her phone to dial. Next second— Charlie took the phone right out of her hand and slipped it into his pocket. “He’s not in Vanclyn.” “Be brave, Miss Hale. You got this!” As he spoke, he began pushing her toward the door. Candice’s face twisted in horror: No no no no no! I don’t wanna go! Who knew what was under that bed?! In her mind flashed images of rats, spiders, centipedes, bats, snakes… The blackout curtains in the lounge were tightly drawn, leaving the only light coming from the dim sensor lamp by the bed and the spill of light from the open door.

"Many innocent ones died untimely deaths because of bitches like you. They're here to say Hi to you. Now be quiet and let me eat." Hunter drew the blinds again and went inside. The whole night Zara sat against the tree, trying not to notice the movements or the flashes of white swooshing around her. It was the first time in life that terror sealed her throat. She was one to love horror settings like these, but this was something she wasn't prepared for — A real horror experience. ~~~ Zara's third night was spent tied in the woods too. No matter how much she instigated Hunter he didn't put a bullet between her eyes. Or a knife in her heart.

Cynthia says in a very low voice, leaning a little towards me. “Listen!” Lara shoots him a disapproving look. “This I have not seen. The one I saw was the first.” She fixes her eyes on the screen again. “But what the fuck are you doing?” Again she spits words at the television. “No. I can't handle this. The black, the Asian and the blonde have died, the next is going to be the nerd. Fuck! It's always the same with these ridiculous "horror" movies,” drawing the quotes in the air. “I do not understand. If you don't like these movies, why do you keep watching them?” Cynthia rolls her eyes in notable annoyance.

CHAPTER 277: The Hospital Scene No one’s POV: Charlotte and the guy she hired to kill Heart finished their sex. Both were so satisfied. Charlotte and the hacker guy were together in the bed. Charlotte was so tired and fell asleep. The hacker guy checked his phone from the table. He grabbed it and checked the news. ‘Now is the time, I know both of them are dead, I must get my money from this bitch before she discovers that the CEO died. I will just hack her phone though and other gadgets, or might as well, just hack everything? Hahaha!’ The hacker guy thought.

Ransom When we get home Lachlan turns the A/C down to subzero temperatures while Weston collects the blankets and Jase starts making the popcorn. I go help Jase bring in the sodas. Lachlan and Weston already have Carley bundled up between them while Lachlan scrolls the movie app. Two giant bowls of popcorn and a giant bag of candy are set out by Jase when we settle on a horror movie marathon. Jason for the win. It was nice relaxing, enjoying having Carley’s company all to ourselves. That is until there is a knock on the door. We all freeze since we aren’t expecting anyone at our home. Our hands all go straight to the guns hidden on our persons.

Charlotte replied, taking a glass of juice from the table arranged full of desserts and juices. " I know. But I can't stay calm whenever I see Mrs. benjamin. At first, I haven't really considered as a problem in Becca's death. Now her looks give me some undetected fears. What is she up to? Is she really going to crack the case?" Caleb asked while checking his fangs. He wore a vampire costume. And Charlotte was in a witch costume in purple colour. Care was grieving for many days and now after her breakup recovery, she decided to wear a costume in red like a devil and it suits her. Chloe wanted to wear something less scary and beautiful. She chooses Red riding hood.

Fuck Hollywood. The sun is always shining, but the people are ice-cold and fake like plastic. It’s fast, hungry, and it chews girls like me for breakfast. “Leave me alone, you creep. Or I’ll call 911!” In the dead of a hot summer night, my blood runs cold as the footsteps stalking me home grow louder. My pace quickens, breath ragged. I can’t see him, but I feel his presence all around, lurking, circling, inching further.

Anyone else might let them go, but if they run into Big V, they’re dead before they know it. [Come on, Big V only hunts the nastiest bosses. He wouldn’t even bother with trash like that. They would scare themselves to death first.] [Am I the only one who thinks the girl monster is kind of cute? She even braided her new hair just to run faster.] Most of the chat was laughing at me. Some people sounded like they couldn’t wait to see me get ripped apart by players. I had no idea any of that was happening. All I knew was that a much bigger problem had appeared: a player who clearly had no intention of letting the ragdoll or me walk away.

The killer still hasn't been found. When I saw Jacob's message, a chill ran down my spine. That last call was him, too, so I called him right back. I kept my voice low, the irritation edging through. "Jacob, what the heck are you talking about? Did you forget Edgar already passed away?" His voice came over the line, shaky. "I-it's true. Did you check the apartment residents' group chat? The message was from Edgar!" I hesitated for a beat and told him we'd follow up on WhatsApp, then pulled up the group chat. Out of habit, my phone was on silent, and the group chat was muted. After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.