First Horror Story Novels & Stories

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I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

I reached out, letting my fingers graze the cold, iron handle—just as footsteps came down the hall. I froze. Not because I was scared. But because I knew whose steps those were. “Don’t.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. I turned slowly, finding him standing a few feet behind me. No jacket. Just that same cold gaze and dark presence. “Curiosity,” he said, “is how people die in horror stories.” “I’m not scared of horror stories,” I said. “You should be,” he replied. We stared at each other for a moment too long.

"Many innocent ones died untimely deaths because of bitches like you. They're here to say Hi to you. Now be quiet and let me eat." Hunter drew the blinds again and went inside. The whole night Zara sat against the tree, trying not to notice the movements or the flashes of white swooshing around her. It was the first time in life that terror sealed her throat. She was one to love horror settings like these, but this was something she wasn't prepared for — A real horror experience. ~~~ Zara's third night was spent tied in the woods too. No matter how much she instigated Hunter he didn't put a bullet between her eyes. Or a knife in her heart.

It was an odd scene, but it had a harmonious charm. The film had all the elements of a typical horror movie. A group of friends heard rumors about a haunted house in the city and, excited and curious, decided to live there for a week. During this time, they gradually uncovered the truth about the haunted house and the death of a woman who had once lived there. The movie featured numerous spine-chilling scenes that made Annie shiver, her eyes tightly shut at times. She loved the thrill of watching horror films, but this one felt eerily realistic, sending shivers down her spine.

Her eyes widened, she felt her legs stiffen and her heart slowed. As her heart pounded in her chest, a sudden, cold dread crept over her. The sound of his approach grew closer, not the thud of feet, but the slithering, rasping scrape of scales on stone. She finally took one look behind her, a decision she would soon come to regret. A horrifying sight met her eyes, a mess of writhing, living things that twisted and writhed in the moonlight. She felt a chill creep up her spine as she realized the true meaning of the stories she had heard, and as her gaze met his, her heart turned to stone.

"When did you become experienced? Weren't you just saying you were a novice?" "I did my homework," Chloe said with a wink. "This manor has four floors. The first floor is relatively safe, home to some of the gentler spirits. The second is a bit more dangerous, and the third is pretty terrifying." "What about the fourth floor?" the guy in glasses asked. Chloe's expression turned serious. "The attic suite. It's home to the most terrifying entity in this manor. No player has ever survived a single night in that room." A collective gasp went through the crowd.

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

Just like any horror story happens. No answer. I took a few cautious steps forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. Then a figure stepped out of the shadows. I gasped, stumbling back instinctively. "W-who is it?" My voice was firm, as steady as I could make it sound like of course.