Disturbing Horror Novels Novels & Stories

Everything felt peaceful. BAM! The doors burst open violently. The maids gasped startled as a group of mud crusted, bruised,filthy naked men stormed in. Darting their feral eyes till it landed on Marisa. Amongst them towering and snarling was Raul. “Everyone. Out!” Marisa snapped sharply. The servants half bowed and moved sharply scurrying past the rogue wolves. One maid past by a wolf called Gregor who smacked her on her butt. She gasped startled and ran away.

Scarlet was bereft. She was so engulfed by grief she didn’t even care when she heard the hammering on the front door of the mansion or the sound of glass smashing. It was only the sound of chaos and anarchy, the jeering, screaming sounds of murderous rage, and the thudding sound of hundreds of boots on the marble floors that made her turn around.

Caitlin turned the pages with the utmost care as she went, not wanting to deface it in any way. Thus far her marathon reading session had been interesting, but she hadn’t found anything compelling enough to convince her. She read volumes on vampirism and occultism and witches and magic and spells, and now, she was deep into a treatise on demonology. It amazed her that for thousands of years, myths and legends of vampires had persisted, in every language, and every country. Amazingly, the entire world had its own vampire tales.

“I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!” “Oh God!”Polly gasped.She wasn’t crazy after all.The last five months had been nothing but sheer torture.Even Royce thought she just had a fanciful imagination,but now her own sister had become privy to the manor's supernatural aura. What was this darkness clouding her marital home?What did it want? “I was getting dressed,”Ginny continued.”All of a sudden I felt the room grow cold.I thought I must have left the window open,but when I checked it was closed.The cold seemed to come from everywhere.”

See? This was such a beautifully yet tear-jerking novel I have ever successfully crafted an idea with, a few months ago. But after I have encountered all the horrible occurrences for the past months, I came back to work and turned this sad and romantic novel into a mystery and horror novel, which made all my work colleagues and supervisor absolutely petrified. They have no idea that I was even more shocked and horrified when I have suddenly realized that my novel had suddenly become so dark and twisted. It was beautifully written, like a psychopath has written a novel for the very first time.

Who was going to attack me on my own turf? If they did, they'd face retaliation from the dungeon itself! The entire way there, no one saw a single soul, and we only started seeing signs of life when we came closer to the village. When we saw the villagers, however, Anna couldn't help but screech, "These aren't villagers, they're all monsters!" In the past, the villagers in my dungeon did look like humans through and through. However, as a result, they didn't seem scary at all, and didn't feel comfortable with human skin, either.

But Becky owned her nerdy, geeky side. In the study, they split off and got down to search. It took hours combing through the books. They didn’t appear to be disturbed all that much. A few showed evidence of recently being removed from their place, but beyond that, nothing jumped out at Gemma. The section where books on lore and the supernatural appeared the most disturbed.

But I already knew what I needed to do. I grabbed a small knife that another player had thrown away and, using all my strength, stabbed it into Jack’s temple. His eyes widened in shock before he collapsed limply. At that moment, a fierce wind blew from outside, and the castle’s main doors were blasted open. A blood-red moon hung in the sky, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Then the castle began to twist and distort. It gradually became that lightless room. It became the place where I had died. Ding-dong!

To maintain the 'souls' of those puppets. "Groom, it's your turn to present your offering." The puppet suddenly leaned in close to my ear. Its icy breath brushed against my skin, making me jump. "If you're going to talk, keep your distance!" I shot it an annoyed look, took the two cups of blood, and prepared to hand them to the two bloated puppets at the front. Then suddenly, a chill shot up my spine. Wait… That puppet just now… It looked a lot like Derrick! Out of the corner of my eye, I scanned the entire hall. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Shaking her head, she said, "But aren't you only like that because you idiotically accepted an accursed book from a nobody? You said, you don't even believe in ghosts before you got that." He sighed and took out the book which always appeared inside his pocket for several months now. The book was giving off a mysterious vibe due to its black worn-out cover featuring a faceless monster. He got it from a fake friend who had styled himself as a book collector. Nathan was a horror writer so he accepted the creepy book. His initial objective was only to look for more ideas and inspiration. Who would have thought the horror writer who never believed in ghost would suddenly start seeing creepy ghos