Fear Garden Vocaloid Novels & Stories

I shook my head trying to clear the sudden ringing in my ears and focused on the person who was standing there, trying to be sure I wasn't imagining things. The air also smelled different like death and doom, like something was about to happen and that's all I could smell as well. It was all mixed together, making me nauseous, it made me dizzy, I almost stumbled and fell backwards into the nearest bush. I felt like throwing up but my stomach clenched and I swallowed hard, closing my eyes. “Hello? Who is there?” It was pathetic how my voice shook. No response. The only response I got was the sound of my voice echoing through the ominous garden making it look like a scene from a horror movie a

He wanted to run but he felt like he was paralyzed to the ground, spellbound by the terror that held him, fear taking over him as his soul was chilled at the sight of the horrific face in front of him. The eerie smile on the figure’s face was one he would never forget even in death. . . *Morning* . ~~Sky Hepburn~~ Arranging my things in my bag, I zipped it up slanging it over my shoulder finally ready to go to school. “Noona?”. I called out loud for my grandmother as I walked out of my room heading to the sitting room. Yes The t.v was left on but she wasn’t there. Hearing a sound from the kitchen, I concluded she must be there then.

I started chanting in fear as I saw his name flashing on the phone . Tristan… I immediately threw the phone on the floor, stepping back in fear . Tears filled my eyes as I stare at the phone horrified . " Tris- Tristen " I breathed out in fear . " He is calling me again " I whispered in fear . " What if he was the one who tried to kidnap me that day " my hand got cold in fear making my heart beat quicken . All the horrible memories started flashing in front of my eyes while I clutched my hair trying to rip it from my skull …

I have no way of getting him off me with his death grip on both my hands. "Shut up, bitch." "Stop!! Please...no... please..." I begin to beg. Then I hear a faraway voice filled with panic and fear. "Sophia! Christ, please open your eyes, beautiful." My eyes fly open, my hands grasping onto the sheets as the terror of my nightmare runs through my veins. My body shakes and trembles, aftershocks from the terror of the memories assaulting me.

Never Again 🌷 “I long for you, just a touch of your hand. You don't leave my mind. Lonely days I'm feeling like a fool for dreaming. As I wander down the avenue so confused, guess I'll try and force a smile.” -Sam Smith •E V E L Y N• Fear was natural and there to keep you alive and happy, yet where it had been weaponized and fashioned into a cage, one was honoured bound to break free.

Turning to the functioning laptop beside him ,he stole a glance at the sound buttons before he began to type. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ Fear, that horrid emotion that weakens one, subjects one to levels below that one would never have succumbed to. It was surprising how it was easily acquired;by the loudest of sounds, by the slightest of sounds and by even no sound at all. It had stunned the children, shaken them to their bone marrows.

DAMIAN Valentina’s hand is cold in mine, fragile like porcelain that could crack at the slightest pressure. Her wide eyes plead for mercy, but her lips fail her no words, just the raw tremor of fear. With one swift, merciless thrust, I drive the dagger down. Her scream tears through the night, a jagged cry that slices the air open. It echoes off the stone walls of the garden, rattling through the roses and ivy, a sound so sharp it feels as though it could split the sky. The proud mask she always wore disintegrates in an instant, leaving nothing but terror etched deep into her face.

“Three hundred and twelve.” Noah nearly fell off the fountain. “That’s so many feelings.” Iris laughed unexpectedly. Soft. Warm. The kind of laugh that sounds surprised to exist. She opened the cassette case carefully showing handwritten labels. Dad’s Garden Song. Lina’s Rain Melody. Backpack Song — Cal. Cal stared. “You recorded that?!” Iris looked suddenly nervous. “Sorry. I can delete it if—” “No!” Cal answered too quickly. Then quieter: “I mean… no. It’s okay.”

♫ ♪ Fear of the dark Fear of the dark I have a constant fear that something's always near Fear of the dark Fear of the dark I have a phobia that someone's always there ♫ ♪ This is the kind of thing that makes me love my friend Ryan. The complicity between us, and the fact that he doesn't stop himself when it comes to doing crazy things like this with me. The music is very loud, and pedestrians frown at us as we sing and shake our heads as if we were at a concert.

___________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s POV I slowly make my way through the garden , my thoughts are everywhere but in this world. As if it is in my second nature , I stroll through the garden letting my body direct me to the way out. My thoughts are on Alexander – the handsome yet scary stranger. Something about him felt familiar , a familiar that made my toes curl in fear and make my heart race with anxiety. A little tinkle brings me back from my day dreaming state – I look to my arms to see the little bunny awake. Well I guess I can not keep calling her bunny , a smile spreads across my face making my nose hurt a bit.