Frozen Fright Syndrome Novels & Stories

The past Felix never returned. I was frightened by that incident. I was even more afraid of the dark and couldn't sleep well. As soon as I closed my eyes, I could only think of Felix's devilish breathing and words, including the cold feeling when he touched me. After waking up in fright, I kept my eyes open till morning. Colin soon realized something was wrong with me. He asked a doctor to prescribe anti-shock medicine for me, but it had no effect. Thus, he took me to see a psychologist. The psychologist said it was due to excessive fright. To lessen my symptoms, I'd better have someone I trust to accompany me to boost my confidence.

Frost shimmered along the edges of the injuries, blue white and unnatural, as if the flesh had been frozen rather than cut. "We cannot stop the bleeding!" Elias shouted, the pack’s chronicler, his hands shaking over the wounded man. "This is not natural cold. It freezes the blood in his veins before we can close the wounds." My Alpha’s fists clenched until his knuckles went white. I saw the muscles in his back tighten. He looked like a predator ready to strike, unable to see his enemy. "I have to help him," he growled, his voice deeper than any human sound. "I have to burn the frost out of him."

Fear grasps her. All those times she was afraid of him, but now his absence is making her fearful. Shivers run down her spine as she feels a frigid hand touch her shoulder. The touch causes her to reconsider her doubts, even though she has never believed in ghosts or other supernatural beings. She tries to turn to face the person who is holding her, but her body won't budge. She is powerless to move because of her anxiety. She feels smothered as the hand tightens its hold. Her heart is thumping in her chest. She is unable to escape the horror that has overcome her and can only hope that the hand will release her before it is too late.

I threatened. Jason felt a cold shiver running down his spine as fear gripped him. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, and he couldn't hold himself from crying as tears streamed down his cheeks like a kid. Sweat started forming on his forehead, and his hands trembled involuntarily. Every sound seemed magnified, making him hyper-aware of his surroundings as he looked from side to side. The world around him blurred, and a knot tightened in his stomach, making it hard to breathe. It was as if an invisible force had him in its grip, and he couldn't escape the clutches of his own anxiety. Good.

I had my mouth open to breathe. The temperature in this freezer feels like it has been decreasing. I'm no longer mobilized. My whole body is like those dolls with creepy looks with glass ball eyes just staring at you. The cold inside is like tiny feet of frost imps marching down your arm. Cold is like little teeth nibbling on your fingers. Cold is like a drip of freezing water running down your back, jangling your nerves, and setting your teeth on edge. Every inch of my body, inside my muscles and bones, is rock solid.

In the deepest corner— two naked bodies were locked tightly together. Jonas still held the position of pressing Mandy beneath him. Their limbs were twisted and rigid. It looked as if, in their final moments, they had tried to cling to each other for warmth. Or perhaps they had been caught in one last desperate frenzy. Their skin was coated in a thick layer of frost, like powdered sugar. Their faces were frozen in terror—eyes bulging, mouths wide open. With no clothing between them and the freezing air, and the rapid flash freeze— their skin had fused together.

There are only five persons here that could be our target. Tell me who it is Uncle Fred. ...... It was too damn cold. My skin was beginning to turn like a feather chicken. I could feel the tiny bumps traveled from my toes up to my ears as a shiver involuntarily escaped my body. It was as if, I was magically drenched in the Arctic without getting bloody wet. Fear inhabiting me, all I wanted to do was run the hell out of there. escape. hide. disappear. Anything but to stay in the place of dread.

The intensity of his growls sends a chill down her spine, her every instinct screaming with primal fear. Frozen in place, Rose is gripped by the certainty that this encounter may be her last. Every hair on her body stands on end as fear courses through her veins, rendering her limbs heavy and unresponsive. She whimpers silently, her eyes averted from the wolf looming before her, her body half-sitting on the forest floor.

"It's okay. You're safe here, sweetie. Nobody is going to hurt you." "Don't come close!" the girl cried out, backing up a step as a sudden burst of sharp frost shot out from her palms, freezing the bottom three steps. "I can't control it! I... every time I get scared, everything freezes! My parents thought I was a monster! They tried to lock me in the basement, so I ran!" Cindy pushed gently past her brothers, stepping out onto the porch right beside me. She didn't look scared of the ice at all. She looked at the young girl with deep, understanding green eyes.

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.