Famous Horror Novels & Stories

Winter nights were the worst. So yeah—having a room of my own? Felt unreal. I walked up to the bedroom door, didn't hesitate at all, knocked hard, and shouted, "Hey! I haven't eaten in forever! Feed me or I'm gonna pass out!" The Chat Feed lost it. [Is she trying to die? Who knocks like that in a horror game? Something's gonna jump out and eat her.] [No way she's that calm. She's faking it.] [I bet her fear rating hits 100 in three seconds. Let's watch her die.]

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

( High Scholar Vanessa Lumariy) Everyone in the room were not by any means a new blood in the war or knowledge about Fantasma most famous enemies the Undeads and the Demons, it was a common knowledge that although Undeads were mostly weak, but the rotting walking corpse were never to be underestimate, Undeads whenever they appeared naturally it would be in a large numbers and with it, they carries all kind of diseases and plague on their wake and at every step their takes.

She dressed like she was going to a fashion show on a daily basis. Sharon had everything a girl could envy. She had everything except brains. That’s why she called me Phobia. Sometimes she called me Gloria. As long as whatever name she called had an ia at the end, she was fine with it. Like I said, her brains were either runny or they just didn’t have the necessary filings. What can I say? Sharon was just plain stupid. Yes she was very beautiful but she was also arrogant, rude and she was a bully. I mean, how do you go from Petunia to Phobia? Are you being ignored or are you just being a certified moron? ‘Phobia’

I don't know why I feel the need to ask because I know they will. They all smile. "Of course. Sisters take care of each other till the end." And here I thought my life couldn't get any weirder. I never thought I would ever be caught up in a story of forbidden love. The tale as old as time. The story whereby starcrossed lovers fight tooth and nail to be together even though the odds are against them. The most popular must be the classic Romeo and Juliet and the least popular must be the one about angels and demons, the one I apparently feature in.

As soon as I step back out, I mark the entrance with an X and move on. Heading back in the direction we came from, I gasp when I hear the sound of scurrying feet. I’m not the kind of person who is usually scared of bugs or creepy crawlies, but the sound is so loud that I freak out and flatten my back against the wall. When Sahara and Marael kidnapped us last year, they took us to a mountain range in hell, where we saw many horrifying creatures. There were a few that, up to now, I hope I never have to see again. One of the ones that creeped me out the most were these little demonic-looking insects that looked like large centipedes. The sounds emitting around me sound like those creatures. Try

She walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and wrote in large capital letters, the word IMMORTALITY. "I understand that next week you will be moving away from Shakespeare and jumping into Gothic horror literature ... just in time for Halloween." General interest spiked. Halloween was a favorite holiday for most students. Me? My life was already a nightmare. Who needed costumes when real monsters were already roaming our town? "By any chance, has anyone read The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde?" asked Mrs. Jackson. Students looked around at each other, but no one raised their hand. "How about Bram Stoker's Dracula?"

He was so focused that he barely blinked. '' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood. He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off the screen. '' There's nothing like a classic. Jason is unbeatable.'' '' Jason is from Friday the 13th.'' I retorted, laughing. ''Michael Myers is from Halloween.'' He looked at me sideways and laughed. '' See? You know it too.''

He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor. He was well known for his brutality and people feared him all over. Men feared his size and women flocked around him. Mikhail Mazza. His name alone brought fear!! Completed on Goodnovel now! Go read.