Great Horror Novels & Stories

DARIUS POV Two Weeks Later The full moon came and went. We never celebrated with a festival. Too many of my pack members were fearful that the full moon has become a bad omen. Following the attack from the Forza Pack, and Lyle’s death, nobody wanted to celebrate. I was disappointed, but I understood everyone’s concern.

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

"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

is the best they've come up with. He has stopped answering questions. His throat is too wide now. His voice would shatter glass for miles. Tonight, he will be twenty feet tall. Tomorrow, twenty-five. The stadium will crumble around him, and he will stand in its ruins, and the city will see him on the horizon, and the world will watch. And somewhere, in the desperate quiet of his enormous skull, a thought still flickers: When will it stop? It won't. That's the horror. Not the size. The certainty.

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

A gaping wound tore across his neck, a gruesome wound where a chunk of flesh and artery had been bitten right off. She'd heard of ghouls before, she'd seen some too. Grave stealers, flesh eaters, undead entities, Zombies. So many names, and yet, none of them had struck fear into her until now. Oh Jesus! Her legs had gone weak.

His intestines throbbed, skin charred, his heart hammered against its ribcage. The Ghost of Michigan strode next to the child and bawled: “The worst retaliation is inflicting fear!” Matt cracked his eyes open, his iris gone… blindness succumbed him and he viewed the graveyard Arianna displayed previously. From then, it’s been a phantasmagoria that invokes trepidation. They thrived with his chaotic thoughts; their powers increased perilously, and he submerged into the grieves of his life and family. ‘Oh mama! Oh sister! Oh father! Oh Arianna…,’

I'd never seen anything like that in real life. If I died chasing a pretty face, at least I'd die without regrets. It was still early. I did the math. I'd have plenty of time to get back before sunset. So I left my husband a quick note and headed for The Gilded Lyre, equal parts excited and nervous. [Naomi's actually clueless. What kind of horror game lets people team up?] [Don't forget, she still thinks this is the romance game she endorsed.] [Am I the only one who thinks Holly's shady? Sabotaging another player is low.] [Didn't she get those two killed yesterday and take their items?]

her voice was calm, like calm before the storm. Gulp. I took a mouthful of saliva to swallow as my hands trembled. At gaya ng mga bida sa horror film, kahit ayaw kong tignan ito ay dahan-dahan umikot ang ulo ko. My neck almost turn into 180 degree if it wasn’t for the fact the a normal human body would probably die with that. I saw Rita’s scary smile plastered on her lips. She was smiling but it seem like death’s eyes are on me now.