Extreme Horror 소설 & 이야기

Commander Emmy stated, going one step away with his narrowed gaze on Mike, pointing towards a huge screen before them, the crowd murmured with fear as they all beheld a terrifying horror sign on the huge screens They were piles of dead bodies splattered everywhere, the woods burned with fire as the vultures perched on the dead bodies, tears boiled up in Mike's eyes as he beheld the horrific scene that slowly displayed itself before him "Who did this!!" Mike asked, walking gently towards commander Emmy with his right Palm clasped over his left palm, his gaze fixed on the Commander as he radiated a great amount of energy, the hall became intense as it was filled with extreme heat, James and He

There is a click-clack coming down a pathway that is lit in total darkness. The pitter-patter of acid rain drops onto the rugged black surface. In the far distance, there is a howl, yet more like a cry. Thunder roars to create the perfect balance for ultimate chaos and pure raw horror. If you find me walking past your room this very moment, you know that you have landed where nothing real exists anymore. The only reality shall be that of your fear, your own personal agony that you have created for yourself.

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

I can say all of this because the distance between us is great. With every word I say, I keep moving back. Almost like he understands the assignment, he keeps following me, though he doesn't close the distance between us. I'm pretty convinced he's no way a he—not with his extra-white hands. I quickly dip my hands into my handbag, though my eyes never leave his gaze from the mask. Even the fearful part of his eyes that I'm seeing looks really scary; it's all black like that of people in horror movies. I'm never a fan of horror movies, but here I am, having live action. The last time I tried watching a horror movie, I couldn't sleep. Killian, who was a fan of horror movies, insisted I watch th

A broken holo‑sign crackled above me, throwing flickers of unreadable ads over the faces of half‑rendered undead drones, glitching in and out around the trash bins. Every tile was stolen from somewhere. Everyone wanted us dead. Behind us, where we’d just been, a section of castle floor tilted and dropped, its edge crumbling away into a yawning void that held flashes of every arena at once: rotating blades, ink rivers, spike pits, the red streets swallowing themselves. “Don’t look down,” Jax panted, landing light on a sliver of carnival board next to me. “It’s just existential horror. Nothing new.” “Eyes forward,” Selene snapped.

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

I scream. The guards fire. Bodies fall. Blood sprays the stage. But the line holds. "Don't stop!" a bleeding cultist yells at us. "Finish it!" The sacrifice breaks something inside me. The horror merges with the pleasure, creating a white-hot singularity of pure will. "You bitch!" I scream at Evelyn. I clamp down on Alex. I force the orgasm. I drag it out of my terror-stricken body. "Alex, now!" "I'm with you!"

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

Then the horror roared. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The sound shattered valleys. Destroyed cliffs. Sent shockwaves across continents. But this time— nobody stepped back. Not the armies. Not the heirs. Not the guardians. Nobody. Because for the first time— the horror looked afraid. Actually afraid. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable actually. Then the creature moved. Fast. Far too fast. Its massive hand shot toward Thomas. Reality exploded around it. The sky tore open. Mountains cracked.

I sat there, watching my little girl, silent and soulless, as if she were already gone. The emergency room's red light flashed urgently. Numb, I perched on a hallway bench, frozen in time. After an eternity, or maybe just two hours, the emergency room doors swung open. The doctor removed his mask, his face grim. "I'm sorry, we did everything we could. The fishbone pierced her trachea; we couldn't save her." I tried to stand, but my legs betrayed me, and I crumpled to the floor. A guttural scream tore from my throat.