Doppelgänger Horror Novels & Stories

It was a horror movie. Helma curled up in her chair and tried look away from the screen but she couldn't. Donald enjoyed his movie choice and followed the storyline. " How can you be ok watching people kill each other?" Helma asked scared. Donald ignored and concentrated on the movie, immediately a woman's head was cut off and her body eaten by shark. Helma screemed her lungs out and held Donald in fear.

Or someone who looks like him. He appeared older and more intense, dressed in black robes instead of a suit. His eyes shone red, not gold, and his grin was sinister, stretching unnaturally wide. The doppelgänger leaned back in the chair, folding his hands together. “Ah, finally, the fox and his bride have come home.” Camela froze, moving closer to Vincent as she whispered. “That’s not you.” The doppelgänger tilted his head with a look of amusement as he replied. “Not me? Then why does he wear my chain? Why do I know every thought that crosses his mind before he even speaks?”

He gives me a knowing look He was killed by a werewolf. “Okay, what does that have to do with me?” I furrow my brows slightly in question. “After that time, there had being a series of having someone look like one with no relative connection whatsoever” He starts “After Sugoria died, he was believed to have left his spirit behind. One that could take the form of anyone. The German called this a doppelganger” He finalizes. “Wait, wait wait, let me get this, you mean I have a ghost that’s in me or what?” I slightly furrow my brows.

Who could possibly have a reason to want him dead so badly? Seeing there was still some time before nine o’clock, I told him everything I had experienced. All of it. "Whether you believe it or not, my doppelganger will appear and kill you." Elan looked unconvinced. "Doppelgangers only appear once every few centuries. And like you said, night-shift officers pass out, surveillance just happens to fail… How could those five minutes be that special?" I stared at him intensely. "That’s exactly why I’m asking you. What’s so special about those five minutes?"

My father said as he approached me from somewhere and took my hand in his. The double doors opened, and my blood ran cold. I could see shadows all around my family. Each family member had a small shadow attached to them like reptiles, and my skin crawled from the sight. “Ladies and gentlemen! Let me introduce to you the future of the De Leon clan! Miss Shyne De Leone!” My father announced as the people cheered, and the demonic shadows started to detach from them and crawl towards me on the stage. I gave a silent prayer before looking straight at my family and giving them my perfectly practiced smile and nod. I needed to calm down in order for me to focus and control my emotions.

“I’d like to have a word with them, too, actually.” “Unfortunately, I think you would find that my brothers have much less patience for conversation than I do. And unless I’m mistaken, you do not have a warrant to compel them to speak with you?” Skoger smiled politely and started down the stairs. “I do hope you find what you are looking for, Detective. If you find yourself in need of distraction, my brothers and I would be happy to offer you complimentary admission Thursday night. We’re putting on a triple bill of horror features, with some . . . added attractions. I think it will be very special.” “These added attractions include a performance by James West?” I asked, blocking his path to t

That was all she could remember after waking up at the cemetery. "Help" she screamed, not scared but she needed to leave here as soon as possible. The fact that she woke up at a cemetery worried her. She thought of her phone and quickly ran to where she woke up but couldn't find it. While searching for her phone, she noticed that what she thought to be a grave when she woke up was an endless pit, she couldn't see the end but just darkness through. She shouted but it just came back echoing. "Well that's not creepy"

The excitement took mother and daughter away while he sat down digesting the whole scenario and the impact of doppelganger in the society. A doppelgänger or doppelganger is a biologically unrelated look-alike, or a double, of a living person. In fiction and mythology, a doppelgänger is often portrayed as a ghostly or paranormal phenomenon and usually seen as a harbinger of bad luck. Other traditions and stories equate a doppelgänger with an evil twin.

Before anyone could respond, the sharp click of high heels echoed from the distance. Each step seemed to resonate with their heartbeats. A melodious, bell-like laugh followed. It was sweet enough to send chills down your spine. The air grew thick and heavy, so dense that it was hard to breathe. Suddenly, one player went blank-faced. "Don't tell me, it's that guaranteed-death dungeon boss?" Another player staggered back in terror. "What? The one where even the lowest-tier NPCs are S-rank? Then we're dead for sure!"

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.