Chat Story Horror Novels & Stories

Before she get out, she said, "Don't worry, close your eyes and relax. Mr Hayes won't be coming for at least two hours, that's how he is after getting into the office room. By the way, don't sleep and get drowned. I will be back in half an hour. " After she left, I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything that happened today. My life was turned upside down just like that. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and after some time, I felt relaxed at the same time my eyes felt so heavy that I could hardly open my eyes. Then all of a sudden, I was underwater. I wanted to sit back in my position, but I couldn't as my hands were slippery. I felt like I was going to die right there, in the stupid b

Her face filled the screen on my phone, illuminated by the soft purple glow of her LED ring light. In the physical world, she was only a few feet above me. I could hear the soft click-clack of her nails tapping on the desk. It was intimacy in its purest, most perverted form. Then, the chat began to scroll faster. Usually, it was a blur of emotes and “LULs,” but something in the text caught my eye. A user named ShadowWatcher88 had typed in all caps: ShadowWatcher88: Wait. Look under the bed. There’s a reflection in the mirror behind her.

"It's a rat. This hall hasn't been used in ages. There's probably an infestation. One must have burrowed into the coffin…" [It's Stephanie! She can't hold it in anymore!] [Vincent's not doing great either!] "Really?" I asked innocently. "How big would a rat have to be to make a sound like that?" [Oh my God! Vincent's giving her CPR now!] [What kind of plot is this? I'm actually kind of excited!] [I can't wait to see her face when she realizes her best friend and husband are inside!] A few seconds later, another voice cut in, "What is going on here?"

she calls out, a smirk playing at her lips. She just had to end with another jab about the formal. Right when Axel was here. God, I’ll kill this girl someday. Axel, however, doesn’t seem to pick up on Corey’s final remark. His eyes are fixed on the book in front of me. “What are you reading?” “It’s… nothing. Just a story.” But almost as if he can sense my bluff, he flips the front page with ease, revealing the title sprawled in bold letters: LYCANTHROPY: HISTORY, MYTHS & OLD FOLKLORE.

Tonight the words blurred. Was this real, or was my brain fracturing again? The blog readers loved the ambiguity in my stories—the question of whether the horror was supernatural or psychological. Now I was living it. Another ping. I almost didn’t look. But I had to. It wasn’t the blog this time. A new email from an unknown address: shadowwatcher87@protonmail.com. Subject line: “For Stacy’s eyes only.” I opened it with my breath held. *You write so honestly, Stacy. The girl in the stories is you, isn’t she? A scared little bird in a cage she built herself. I’ve been reading since chapter one.

She thought to herself. Like dust in the wind... are the secrets on the tongue of the chatterbox... “At first it seemed like the beginning of a happily ever after love story... Then it turned into a drama, the kind that makes us sad. Now, at last, it resembled a horror tale. The kind that makes our stomachs churn.” A young woman talks to her colleagues while on the way to school. “Her children came out of her as if they were feces...” quietly considers one of the house's employees, while in a local store, eventually talking to a teacher who had just moved to the city.

But what happens when his secret is revealed? You'll get flashbacks to before they started dating, and you'll see all the events that took place during those dark times. This story isn't for everyone, but I hope you enjoy it. | Dark Stalker Romance 17+ | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: A Stalker's Truth Brixton pov, 35 While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind.

Cheyenne and Gunner’s cabin buzzed with tension and sarcasm, the kind of atmosphere that only came from world-ending threats and too little caffeine. Tora was pacing, her boots thudding against the wood floors. “So let me get this straight—psycho vampire mommy dearest accidentally sent a magical voicemail to every last one of us like she hit Reply All on evil G***l?” Cheyenne, perched on the kitchen counter, swung her legs. “Yep. And instead of hitting delete like any sane person, the universe decided we have to deal with her undead ass.”

Satisfied that he was fine; I returned to the room of gore and managed to get a few answers from my parents as to what happened. My first question was to ask if they called the police. No, they had not. I then proceeded to ask them if they knew who had done such a horrid thing to Lisa. Yes, they certainly did know. It was my former—dead roommate, Frank. He broke into the house and insisted on taking Bobby with him. He told my parents that I was a vampire lover and that my child was a vampire. When I asked why my father thought I could help Lisa, he informed me that Frank claimed Geoffrey was a handler and handlers only married handlers. Therefore, I had to be a handler too.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”