Furby Horror Novels & Stories

Crimson blood spilled from the corners of his lips as he gnawed on a thigh—a human thigh. The other kids were cradling other body parts in their arms, too, and one of the kids to the side was stuffing a human heart into his mouth. Thick, foul-smelling fluid smeared across his lips as he started crawling toward me with the heart in hand. But when I held my breath and stayed perfectly silent, they stopped munching as well. Any slightest sound, though, they'd start crawling toward me again. It was a scene straight out of a horror movie. "Yes, they track by sound," Elias explained, as if reading the question in my mind.

“This portal is not asking permission.” The widening pulse shot across the room like a tidal wave of cold. The wolves screamed again and ducked behind various pieces of furniture that offered no real protection. Lucian ducked under the table. “Why is it getting bigger? Why is it getting so much bigger? What is coming next? Another stag. A frost bear. A frost dragon. A frost baby.” “There are no frost babies,” I said. “Are you sure,” he asked. “No,” I admitted. Marek pressed closer to me. “What does it want now?”

The growl rose a notch, soft but warning, yet she shifted her nose upward in what seemed like reluctant consent. Carefully, he peeled back the bandage. The wounds looked… better. Much better than he had any right to expect in so short a time. The suspicion gnawed at him. Could they really heal that fast? His fingers traced along the edge of the fur as he examined the skin beneath, and he froze again at the softness, the warmth, and the scent. Honey. Sunshine. He shook his head, brow furrowing. How could fur smell like sunshine? Her head snapped down, eyes locking onto his. Heart stuttering—not fear, not exactly—but something unfamiliar, a shock of recognition that set every nerve alight. Unb

Someone is walking in front of us. Once more before I can even begin to speak, the lights flutter. And this time they go not only out. There is a pulse here; suddenly the entire area shines abnormally, like lightning flashing over the heavens. Something shuts firmly in my chest. Not at all. This is awful. This is extremely terrible. Gideon brings me in to murmur in my ear, his arm around my waist. Even with the danger—that horror is biting at me—I felt a flutter of something else in his warm breath against my skin. Something both excites and scares me equally.

I’d heard there were places where you could rent the tapes for a lot less than what they cost to buy, but it hadn’t changed my mind. I started towards the doorway with the curtain but stopped short by the tapes next to it. This section was at least twice the size of all the others. The covers of these boxes were all screams and knives. Bloody chainsaws and heaving breasts. The sign resting here was carefully drawn in black gothic type letters, each dripping red: “Horror.” Hanging by a piece of tape off every other shelf were letter-sized flyers exactly like the ones that man was putting on windshields out at the Farm and Fleet. I peeled one off to get a closer look.

Just as I wondered if I had somehow ended up in the afterlife, a cold mechanical voice echoed around me. “Welcome, players, to the horror game, Spring Manor. You must escape within twenty-four hours. Failure to complete the mission will result in permanent confinement within the game world. “Number of participants: 10. Difficulty: S-Rank. We wish all players an enjoyable experience.” As soon as the voice faded, the fog slowly thinned before disappearing completely. A massive old-fashioned building appeared before us. Wildflowers grew chaotically around the entrance, each bloom as large as a human hand, its colors unnaturally vivid. Scarlet lamps hung from every floor, while an eerie blue glo

It was a total nightmare for my OCD. Gritting my teeth, I ripped out all his stitches. "This is crazy! You got my clean sheets filthy! How am I supposed to sleep tonight?" Once the threads were removed, he rapidly disassembled. Talk about a flat-pack husband! Ignoring his protests, I threw his disassembled body parts into the bathtub one by one to scrub them clean. Once they were spotless, I pieced them back together and stitched him back up using new yarn. Another comment floated across the screen: [Does she really not know this is a horror game? How can she talk about it so calmly?]

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White furs covered its face and its pair of red gleaming eyes were very terrifying. Ruby's first thought was it looked like an oversized, deadly monkey. Then she suddenly realized what exactly this demon was. It's a Black Fangs Baboon! Her master was very interested in demons and monsters. He often went to join demon hunting all around the world and encountered many unique and dangerous beasts. He even made a book and cataloging them based on their deadliness and size, and let his apprentices to learn it if they want. Ruby jumped back a couple of feet away when the baboon tried to catch her with its claws. She controlled her sword and sent it flying to attack, though she was well aware her s

He had to move. He snatched the cube. It was cold and vibrated unpleasantly in his hands. He dashed back toward the carriage, but as he drew near, the cube pulsed violently. A ghoul—a smoky, semi-corporeal horror with glowing red eyes and clawed hands—materialized from the shadows and slammed into him.