(good) Horror Films Novels & Stories

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

" hmmm I suppose you are right. After all, it isn't due till next year" With that Ramon quicken his passe and within an hour we got back to my place. *** "C'mon uwana you promised. Soo is it Goosebumps 1&2 or A trip to hell" "No, I didn't promise, and please those movies are just way too creepy " "Um sorry to bust your bubble's missy but it's Halloweens eves, what better way to get your scare on than to watch a scary movie" "Fine if we must watch a movie that'll freak the hell outta me and give me nightmares then it should be Goosebumps 1&2"

Maybe if I phrased my questions carefully, Viktor might slip up and reveal a clue. Speaking of mysteries, I glanced at the TV only to recoil instantly. The men had chosen the movie, of course a full-blown horror flick with massacres, blood, guts, and a helpless heroine who spent most of her time screaming and wandering around in the storm. I shook my head. Seriously, who acts that clueless? Another bloodcurdling scream pierced the speakers, and I could practically see the mutilated body parts on the screen without even looking. This genre was torture. Why did every man I knew seem to love gore? Couldn't they appreciate a romantic comedy for once? A little meet-cute, some cute misunderstandin

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had the occasional fling, but it wasn’t a habit of mine. “Let’s let it be for now and watch a movie or something, okay?” “Yeah, that sounds good.” I let Z pick the movie, I didn’t care enough to have an opinion. I would either end up overthinking this afternoon the entire time or falling asleep. I am trying not to do either but couldn’t for the life of me tell you what has happened during this movie. Some killer trying to kill for whatever reason. Zain loves these stupid horror movies. Usually the more ridiculous the better for him. I am not a big fan. When I was little, I would have to watch cartoons after watching a scary movie. I wanted to be grown and not be scar

And then— A child’s laughter echoed from inside. Small. Sweet. But ice-cold. Aarav’s blood turned to stone. “Who’s there?” he asked. No answer. Just that laughter again. And then— From the darkness behind the door, two faintly glowing eyes appeared. At the height of a child. But they weren’t human. Completely still. Completely cold. Like a painted image. Then— It stepped out. Aarav raised his flashlight. And what he saw became the greatest terror of his life.

They were round at Sam’s apartment, hitting the bong, talking about the films they loved and the films they wanted to make. Neither of them admitted to liking horror at first. It wasn’t the done thing at film school. You had to pretend you were into Fellini, or arty 60s films like Antonioni’s Blow Up and crap like that. The closest you could get to admiring anything that was actually enjoyable were Hitchcock’s films. It was okay to say he was: ‘a great auteur who transcended his sensational subject matter.’ Jimmy had mentioned Romero in passing and Sam had sheepishly admitted he had all his movies, even Survival of the Dead, which they both agreed was like an extended episode of The Walking

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

Fragments of locker room banter and viral dating hacks flicker through Elias's mind—the kind of 'foolproof' maneuvers the guys always joked about during downtime. Once the idea of a horror movie takes root, it spreads through his mind like wildfire, impossible to shake. It is the oldest play in the book—the horror film strategy, the ambient darkness, the way proximity becomes the natural solution to fear. He'd filed it away without much investment at the time. Now, with Mia's shoulder warm against his side and the remote in his hand, it surfaces with remarkable urgency.

I yawn and stretch as I get off the couch and go to the fridge for something to make for dinner. That was a good movie, but I'm usually more of a horror type of guy. I love my slasher films, especially the older 80's ones. They just don't make movies like that anymore.

He told them and asked, "So I think..." "Action!" "Romantic!" "Animated!" They all shouted at the same time, they jointed their eyebrows and then started staring at each other's faces. Sohu opened her mouth "Seems we don't agree with each other's choice?" Kevin and Jenny nodded. "If that the case, so we should watch a horror movie because none of us has chosen it then all of us watch the horror movie," Sohu suggested. Kevin nodded but Jenny declined "Absolutely not! Last time when I watched the horror movie, I couldn't sleep all night!!"