First Horror Story Novels & Stories

A branch in its endless, gnarled roots. And then, the darkness fractured. Light. It was a flicker, a sudden flash of brightness that felt like fire on his skin. Ben’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped, pulling in air that tasted like ash. His body jerked with the instinct to flee, but there was nowhere to run. He was still on the cold ground, but the forest was no longer just an empty abyss. It was a labyrinth, a twisted landscape of trees with faces carved into their trunks, eyes staring out at him, watching, waiting.

Horror struck me like lightning, and I knew then that my worst fears had come true - my old pack and family had been brutally wiped out. “Hallie get back here now.” Hugh ordered me as he and Alpha Arnie chased after me, attempting to calm me down, but it was too late. I was already consumed by a need to uncover the truth. Ignoring their calls, I sprinted onward, disappearing into the maze of corridors within Moonstone Manor. Each corner I turned revealed more and more lifeless bodies, my heart breaking with every sight. The hallways felt suffocating, as though every step I took was leading me deeper into a twisted nightmare.

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.

She was giving them orders while taking orders from someone else. But I didn’t want her giving anymore orders that would destroy an entire town of people. I finally reached Samara but two large vampires were standing in front of her. I got into my stance and I was ready for them to start charging. They both started laughing and the smaller of the two attacked me first and I jumped in the air, wrapped my legs around his neck and flipped him over as I landed on the ground and his head was between my legs. I twisted my legs so tight around my leg and jerked them so suddenly that I heard his neck snap and then his whole body went limp. But I knew that wasn’t going to kill a vampire.

I ask, and he chuckles resting his head on the top of mine. “It’s gone, Tsvetok,” he says. I take a slight peak to find the scene gone. This was my first time watching a horror movie. I haven’t had much time to watch movies lately, so Shadow advised we watch his favorite horror together. Mama. It’s about a dead woman who adopts these two little girls after their father tries to kill them. I thought it was going to be cutesy, but instead, she started killing people and refusing for the little girls to go back into humanity. “I don’t like this anymore” I sob, watching the youngest girl getting pulled closer to the edge by the demon lady. Shadow turns the T.V. off and turns to me.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

What if that's the case and she can't make her way back? No way!! And even if she decides to turn on her heels and scamper off for her safety, she had the foggiest idea of the directions she took in coming down here. She may not be able to trace her way back. Now, it's strangely looking like a horror movie! The gloomy weather and eerily silent and dark forest, plus the blackbirds screaming creepily, contributed to the total makeup of a horror movie. And she is the main character. Usually, in a horror movie, the main character is the primary target of all the terrifying events that propel the story.

* The story is told from a single POV, and it doesn't change over the whole book. A trivia bit that blew me away: I picked the setting rather randomly, and later on, I found out I set my ghost story a stone-throw away from where Lovecraft set The Dunwich Horror and The Color Out of Space. Those coincidences I love about writing. Okay, enough gibberish. I'm just gonna breathe deep and hope for the best. Please let me know what you think with a rating, share and consider giving the story some gems! Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

Among the five, there was a couple, a pair that was more than just friends, and one that was single. At first, Stella thought that it was always like this. The movie had built a scary vibe at the beginning, and the gatekeeper of the old mansion told them not to go out at night in a frightening way. However, as characters in horror movies, they would always refuse to listen to warnings. When the girl who had a boyfriend took a bath at night and found someone peeping, she put on her clothes and went out with a flashlight to catch the culprit. She chased the culprit to the ancestral hall where the statues of ghosts and Gods were enshrined, which looked very scary.