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"Just her fingernails are more beautiful than your whole being. You know what? You can have the room to yourself." I picked up a pillow and left, banging the door so hard that the entire house shook. KINGDOM OF THE GHOSTS OF TERROR A multitude of naked figures could be seen in the dark all sitting before a terrifying figure sitting on a throne with a golden crown on his head. From the aura, he was exuding and how all the figures before him slightly bowed their heads to him, it was obvious that he was their king. A great terrifying scary king with a scar so deep running across his cheek down to his jaw. He was merely sitting yet was towering over everyone. It can't be mistaken to call him a g

Even the two zombies that were fighting had stopped. They heard the chuckling sound of the short thickset man and it sounded irritated to them. "Now, that is better!" He smirked and started walking up to them. Willow and Igor could not believe the discovery that they just made. The zombies were afraid of the light! Willow's brain started working fast. The zombies were afraid of light, that was why the lights used for the Halloween show were dimed bulbs. The underground tunnel was also dark too. She immediately knew that they had a lot to explore in this tunnel before going back home.

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

Slits, the pupils, staring directly at him as Ben froze in place. "Boo~." It chimed again, those eyes crinkling with glee. Horror movies were dumb. They were grotesque for no reason, they never had a real scare. Demons, ghouls, ghosts, monsters, Ben knew none of it existed. It was impractical and it had never made a lick of sense. Right?

Holding my head, I feel dizzy, somehow, I could see my friends… their end… no… Just one moment I can see someone falling on the roof, and then someone gets hit by a car, someone was hit on the head, and in one moment there is now water… corpse… dead bodies lying on the ground, faces filled with blood, this is so horrifying… I want to vomit… This… this is ninth… But what is more terrifying is that all of them… I can’t see their faces yet I know who they are… Glub glub glub I can even someone coughing while catching her breath… and the shouts that were tearing my ear off me… gunshots and all… even the skin ripped by a blade…

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

It was a horror movie. "Of all the movies... it had to be horror," Yvo muttered bitterly to himself. He instinctively closed his eyes and covered his ears, trying to block out the unsettling sounds and images. "Sh*t," he cursed under his breath, regretting his decision to follow Sean in without checking the movie title. Yet, despite his fear, he endured it, all because his obsession with uncovering Sean’s hidden side kept him glued in place. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Yvo hoped that if Sean was scared, frustrated, or even irritated, that bad side would finally show itself.

I turn my face back to the TV, raising the duvet to my nose. I wasn’t scared of entering haunted mansions but horror movies were a big no-no for me. You know what I hate about horror movies is the characters, they always act dumb. Like who goes into a dark shed in the middle of f***ing nowhere at night asking if anyone is there? Like why would you do that? Of course, someone is going to be there and jump at you duh, that’s basic knowledge but I guess characters didn’t get the memo. I would never do something like that, ever. You can never even find me in the middle of nowhere at night.

The black t-shirt he wore clung to his arms, distracting me just as much as they did in the kitchen. "Well, if it is the best friend, then the boyfriend is about to get murdered," I replied, reaching into the bowl and popping some popcorn into my mouth. The spice mix I made danced on my tastebuds. Cheesy and salty. I really outdid myself. "I think the big carnal rule of horror movies is to not fuck anyone until the killer is caught," he continued casually. I'd never heard him curse before, but I'd also never seen him when I didn't have Annika with me.

Cynthia says in a very low voice, leaning a little towards me. “Listen!” Lara shoots him a disapproving look. “This I have not seen. The one I saw was the first.” She fixes her eyes on the screen again. “But what the fuck are you doing?” Again she spits words at the television. “No. I can't handle this. The black, the Asian and the blonde have died, the next is going to be the nerd. Fuck! It's always the same with these ridiculous "horror" movies,” drawing the quotes in the air. “I do not understand. If you don't like these movies, why do you keep watching them?” Cynthia rolls her eyes in notable annoyance.