Famous Horror Novels & Stories

I turn my face back to the TV, raising the duvet to my nose. I wasn’t scared of entering haunted mansions but horror movies were a big no-no for me. You know what I hate about horror movies is the characters, they always act dumb. Like who goes into a dark shed in the middle of f***ing nowhere at night asking if anyone is there? Like why would you do that? Of course, someone is going to be there and jump at you duh, that’s basic knowledge but I guess characters didn’t get the memo. I would never do something like that, ever. You can never even find me in the middle of nowhere at night.

It was reported that more than 150 people died from trampling death, as well as more than 200 others who were injured. The next day after the concert took place. The three states where they held the concert were hit by a prolonged rainstorm. Some areas in the states experienced flooding with many public facilities damaged and power outages. Many casualties resulted from this. Many people assumed that the song "Terrifying" had brought disaster and doom. The suicides committed by Anne and Jack were said to be their payment to the devil for their popularity as artists in the music industry. Many have linked the two of them to the illuminati sect. However, gossip is just gossip. And no one can p

In last year's Saturday before Halloween, Jake lied he had a cold and ended having to put up with his annoying brother at home. It's not that he was scared or anything(except from the dark). Hell, he was a big fan of horror stories and movies like Friday the 13th, The Shining, The Amityville Horror and his personal favorite, It. It was just that trying to bring to life such stuff seemed like a very stupid idea to him. 'Fuck Halloween,' he found himself muttering and turned to switch off his phone when he noticed something. Just below Matt's text dialog box, another dialog seemed to have popped up and Jake thought he saw the words, we'll see about that before disappearing and immediately afte

Even the two zombies that were fighting had stopped. They heard the chuckling sound of the short thickset man and it sounded irritated to them. "Now, that is better!" He smirked and started walking up to them. Willow and Igor could not believe the discovery that they just made. The zombies were afraid of the light! Willow's brain started working fast. The zombies were afraid of light, that was why the lights used for the Halloween show were dimed bulbs. The underground tunnel was also dark too. She immediately knew that they had a lot to explore in this tunnel before going back home.

I see with horror pictures of the men who are part of my daily life and me. They are all there. From the old newspaper vendor on the corner to the food delivery man. From the maintenance man to the manager of my company. The bastard remains silent and just watches my reaction. I swallow hard because that's the effect all the men in this damn Family have when they target someone: dread. The chilling fear. The kind that makes you freeze in place and forget which Saint to beg for help. When the men of the Family want to get something, they send capos. When they still don't get it, they send Santo. Nobody says no to Santo. At least, those who did say no are no longer in this world to tell.

"But Anastasia, look at your dark circles. You look like you haven't slept in half a year after just one night. I can't just stand by and watch you suffer without anyone to help, can I? I can't do that." Her words made my eyes well up with tears. She continued, "Enough of the nonsense. Most of the unknown isn't as terrifying as we think. The reason the unknown scares us is because we don't understand it. Maybe once we do, we'll find there's nothing to fear. Wasn't that what you told me?" I couldn't speak. I stretched out my arms and hugged Celeste, sincerely thanking her. She responded with, "Alright, stop being dramatic. Just tell me what I can help with."

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

“I need to go. Good luck finding the exit.” Frequency was always like that, loud and thinking everything one of us does is important. I don’t mind it though usually he would stay and talk at me for hours and hours with barely any rest. Telling me all different stories about the Nightmare Lords. He somehow knows everything about all of them besides Invent and Imagery. One went missing some odd years ago while the other has never even been saying.

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?