Higurashi Gore Novels & Stories

"As your fiancé, I promise... I'll fix you right up." ... [Nightmare Scenario: Midnight Manor... Activated] [Survival Time: Seven Days] [Current Players: 40/40] [Death is Eternal Oblivion. Have Fun.] A robotic female voice echoed in the void. It sounded cheerful. It was terrifying. I blinked. I was standing in front of a huge Gothic manor. Black spires clawed at the gloomy sky. Gargoyles with twisted, screaming faces crouched on every corner. Their eyes glowed an ominous red.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

"You will let my daughter go! Now!" The demon's face crumples in pain and then cocks its head awkwardly, slowly curling his lips into a sadistic grin. A thunderous pop goes off in my head. Instantly, my palms slam hard against my ears. Images of Uncle John and Dr. Mansfield's mangled bodies burn like acid in my mind, the putrid smell of their rotting flesh so strong I can taste it. I double over and heave as I manage to stumble away to a corner, gagging and spitting the foul discharge from my mouth.

I didn’t even have time to stop him. Finn turned his wild, bloodshot eyes on me next. I saw the thought cross his mind—he needed to unlock two locks, after all. Before he could make a move, Lily gave a cold laugh. Her white dress rippled and swelled, transforming into a living meat grinder. With one bite, Finn disappeared. In seconds, the hallway was filled with flying scraps of red flesh. Blood splattered across Lily’s once-white dress, dyeing it completely crimson. She looked at the falling gore and whispered, her childlike voice calm and eerie,

We continue up the hill, but all stop and look down, eyes widening in horror at what lays on the other side. The grass at the bottom of the hill is not the lush green it normally is this time of year, the same as the green we saw coming up. No. Instead it is stained red and brown. Flesh and torn human limbs and remains litter the ground in an almost perfect circle. Pack members at the bottom of the hill, toss more and more clothes and limbs onto the pile. Gathering the human remains to be burned. Iselyn hooks a finger through one of the jeans belt loops and pulls me to her. Then proceeds to tug me a little ways away from the group.

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.

When I heard a knock on the door. Tok! Tok! Tok! “Wait,” I said while continuing to comb my hair. Tok! Tok! Tok! And this time it gets louder. That is why I hurriedly comb my hair and open the door to see who is knocking. I looked left and right but no one was knocking. I closed the door again and continued what I was doing and someone was knocking on the door again and this time the knock seemed in a hurry. Tok! Tok! Tok! Tok! Tok! That is why I put my comb down and take a deep breath and open the door for the second time but no one is there. I looked around and checked who was pranking me but everybody is busy, minding their own business and they don’t care about what is going on with me i