First Horror Story Novels & Stories

Psycho is where it started, where the slasher genre itself started, and where this article has to end as well, she typed. As she saved the full draft, a familiar message tone chimed from her chat application. She smiled, knowing who waited on the other side of the conversation, the same as every other night. Oliver: What is the horror movie tonight? Sidney: How do you know I’m watching a horror movie, stalker? Oliver: You watch horror every night. Besides, I hacked your webcam. Sidney: LOL! Like what you see? Oliver: Always, beautiful. Sidney smiled and bit her index finger between her teeth.

I say to her before turning towards the end of the hallway, alerted. The noise seem to have died down, fear begins to run down my spine as I thought of what could have gone wrong. Behold, I encounter the most scariest thing I've ever seen. A familiar girl begin sucked by some horrible looking human, as soon as I points the torch at the cannibal, it truns to me. My heart drops as i recognize the face, Rex.

Please forgive me for listening and not helping. After a few minutes of screams from her and grunts from him, the banging stops, and I hear her feet run from the room. I try to keep my sobs quiet, but I know he can hear me. I can see his shadow at the bottom of the door, and it is terrifying. I feel like I am in some twisted horror movie, and the psycho serial killer is right outside the door, coming to kill me next. "Amber," he says, and I freeze. I curl myself up even tighter, and I hear him sigh.

After a few moments, my fears take control as the thing just keeps looking. Fearing what will happen next, I swallow hard and watch as it still doesn’t come closer but slowly moves around in the corner in the darkness. Mustering up all my strength, I turn my head to glance down at my husband before returning my attention to the thing in the closet, but when I look back over to the spot where it was, I am shocked because it’s gone and then I question if I ever saw it in the first place. Wishing that my husband would just wake up, I finally reach over to shake him. When I do, I see something move out of the corner of my eye and then the blanket is torn off the bed. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Her mind reeled as she tried to process the horror that stood before her, her thoughts racing with primal fears and desperate prayers for escape. She had been sleeping soundly, but the sudden noise jolted her awake from a deep slumber, like a crack of thunder, a physical blow, striking her with the force of a thousand fears. She was met with a terrifying sight that made her blood run cold - a huge black werewolf looming over her, its eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger, like embers in the dark.

Slowly… slowly… Until it stood right above her head. Anusha froze with fear. She turned her head slightly— There was no one in the room. But on the wall… the shadow stood. And then— The shadow’s head moved close to her ear and whispered— “I have come…” Her eyes widened. The next second, the lamp went out. The room plunged into darkness. And someone grabbed her shoulder— Cold… icy… not human at all. Anusha screamed and fainted. When she woke up in the morning, the guest house was normal.

With a cloth stuffed in his mouth. He saw there were two men sitting on the high chairs. They were just looking at him but they were too intimidating. He remembered how much he cried for Adam to untie him, to leave him, to send him back to Stephen. Speaking of Stephen. Another wave of shock trembled passed his body. He saw Stephen was thrown on the ground. He was hurt. He was choked. And then he bit Adam. His eyes turned yellow. His fangs elongated. And he killed Adam?

“Once the Stalker knows your name, there’s no escaping it.” The silence after her story was deafening. No one dared to move, as if the smallest sound would summon the very thing she’d described. The bonfire crackled ominously, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, the eerie weight of the tale lingering far too long. The story settled over me like a weight, the dread thick and suffocating. A sharp image suddenly flashed through my mind—blood splattered against walls, guts and entrails spilling across the ground, and lifeless faces staring into the void.

Pinanindigan siya ng balahibo. Dahan-dahan siyang bumaba para hanapin ang pinagmumulan nito. Naghanap siya sa kusina ng ‘di binubuksan ang ilaw. Ilang sandali pa'y narinig niya uli ang nakakatakot na halakhak. Nakita niyang may nakatayong anino malapit sa bintana na nasisinagan ng liwanag ng buwan na parang eksena sa mga horror movies. “Kabilugan pa ng buwan ngayon. Oh God, nasa loob na ba ako ng horror movie?” bulong niya na balot pa rin ng takot ang binata.

humanoid, bulky body with a long, reptile tail and a large head that resembled a cat-fish. The two scouts of the northern creatures had arrived to the village finding no resistance at all. All the cottages looked empty. They had orders to capture humans and interrogate them to find the easiest passage into the city. "Do you see anything?" The first scout asked. "I think I heard something. I'll go inside," the other responded, looking at Jana's house. The women heard the front door being forced open! There was no way to escape. Jana had to protect her daughter and she did the only thing that came to her mind. "Get inside the closet and whatever happens, don't come out and don't make any nois