Chat Horror Novels & Stories

“Oh, the officer here was getting acquainted with my wrap sheet, and it seems he has found it very lacking in intrigue and gossip. Anyhow, shall we go somewhere more private to discuss our business? I would hate for it to become gossip at the local Tim Horton’s. I’m not too fond of Horton’s Heroes gossiping like a pack of old maids over my employer’s business. It seems so unprofessional.” Horton’s Heroes are a local reference for police officers. The legend behind it says that a small-town police station could contact none of their patrol calls. The dispatcher knew the officers could get free coffee and donuts at a new shop called Tim Horton’s. So, she called the shop and relayed the message

Hailey's pov; Upon hearing Austin's claim that he was a vampire, I took a sick leave from school and remained at home. When questioned by my parents about my absence, I reported feeling unwell. My younger brother, Charlie, disregarded the situation and proceeded to attend school as usual. In the meantime, I conducted extensive research on vampires. After poring over numerous sources, one commonality emerged - vampires are not real. It became apparent that the internet cannot always be relied upon for factual information.

He said. So I walked over to my desk on the other side of the room and I turned the computer on. I logging in and I started hacking into the dark web immediately and immediately I started looking at all different chatter that was happening. But none of it was vampires. It was all about the town that was taken out, but it was mostly werewolves talking about it. Communicating with other packs to try and find out more information. I’m searching on the web for hours without even realizing it when someone knocks on the door.

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

"Eh, so, what happened at Starbucks?" Hannah's face darkens. "I ordered my usual vanilla latte, and as I was drinking it, this vampire gang throttled in like nothing and attacked a girl without no one batting their eye," I stare at her. "What?!" Hannah crosses her arms with a horror-filled expression, brushing her hands against her arms as if calming herself. The memory is obviously haunting her. I almost feel bad for asking. "Yeah," Hannah swallows thickly. "There are vampires everywhere. I don't know where they came from, but it feels like they are taking over,"

The side effects span from Hypertension to High blood pressure which can result in death during sexual intercourse. “In this house, what I want, I take” Khaid replied, walking toward a sleek black bar. He poured two fingers of amber liquid into a tumbler. “I'm offering you a secure place to exist while I handle a transition. It's temporary, it’s convenient, and it satisfies a certain condition I need met.” He looked at me over the rim of the glass. “You will be a ghost here. You will not ask questions. You will not touch anything without permission. And you will not, under any circumstance, leave without my express direction.” His voice was utterly devoid of interest, as if he were discussin

“Explain the zombie situation before I lose what’s left of my sanity!” Ashley sighed, gripping the wheel tighter. “Okay. So. Not zombies.” “Great. Love that. Then why do they look like rejected extras from a horror movie?” “It’s… worse,” she said. I blinked. “Wow. Fantastic. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She took a breath. “There’s this new chat app. It just launched today and everyone’s been downloading it like crazy.” “Of course they have,” I muttered. “Because humanity collectively shares one brain cell.”

She saw him already walking towards the house so she immediately got out and closed the door as she heard the sound of the car automatically locked. She took steady steps right behind him as she looked back at the road, few street lights were not even working. "By any chance, if you want to kill me for annoying you then give me a hint dude and I would run for my life without a doubt-" "Get in!" He grumbled as opened the door and motioned for her to get in first. "What if there's a zombie hidden inside your house?" She asked, horrified. "At this rate, I could believe anything. A silent man drives a Porsche but lives in a haunted house. God. What are you? A vampire?" She asked with full exagge

She was about to speak out when he flashed his blood stained fangs to her in an ugly, horror-stricken growl. Zipporah froze. She saw nothing of Adam in those eyes. A quick flash of the pictures she had seen on the internet zapped through her mind. Before she could get rid of the terror in her bones, he returned to his kill. She began to retreat, ready to give up. The best she could do was stay out of his way but slowly her skin began to prickle. The chill she felt had nothing to do with the rain.

Charles whispered, tilting his head toward her. It seemed like he could read her mind. Emily was speechless. She wanted to respond but didn't want Warren and Daisy to suspect anything. The show started. They all buckled up and indulged in a 3D horror show. Again, it was Daisy’s choice. Emily was not a fan of this. There were vampires, ghosts, and zombies. She found it very childish, but at the same time, she felt scared as the characters were super real with the 3D shades.