Histoire D'horreur Novels & Stories

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 3 𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒~~ 𝑖𝑣𝑦𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠

So I begin to wander the hall of this big boat. The hallway was lit. I saw captain Amellia's room. The light was on so I proceeded toward the door so I could be directed to the shower room. As soon as I approached the door I realized it wasn't a good time for me to be there. I heard a shreek. I peeked through the door slowly. I was certain she must have stubbed her tow and was masking a scream of pain. That was not the case. Amellia was on her bed undressed fully. Her bed was facing the door. Just the quick glance I took I could see her legs open completely. I took another peek to see if I wasn't seeing things wrong. I couldn't help but be curious. As I look I see she has the bed near her le

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

Gothic spires of crystallized regret pierced the low sky, and distant screams echoed faintly, swallowed by the endless mist. As they traveled deeper, fragments began surfacing in Roberto’s mind. A woman singing softly, her voice warm and lilting, fingers brushing through a young boy’s hair. *His mother.* Then the same woman crying in the dark, shoulders shaking as she clutched a small wooden cross. Francesco’s voice, sharp and furious, shouting commands that made the house feel smaller. A locked door at the end of a long hallway. Pounding fists. A muffled scream that tore through the silence.

"And you have pissed me off." He believes me. Suddenly he believes every horror story he has been told since he was a little boy. That they were all true: the dead things hungering for the warm living flesh; the bony hand coming out of the closet in the black of night; the monsters from another page of reality, the unturned page--who could look so human, so cute. He reaches for his gun. Too slowly, much too.

Dipping in and out of her in all my manliness, it’s surprising that she could take all of me despite being in pain the first time I went into her. It wasn’t long and she came all around my cock, twitching and shuddering but I didn’t let her go, I wasn’t done with her. I continued thrusting in and out of her, faster and faster, each thrust deeper than the first and I could feel my death coming to me, Hazel was finally the death of me.

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.

Hollis**** The mansion’s corridors were a labyrinth of decay, reeking of mildew and forgotten secrets. Each step echoed like a distant scream, and the oppressive silence wrapped around us like a predator waiting to strike. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the stench of rot, and every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I kept my grip firm on Hailey’s hand, her warmth grounding me even as icy dread crept further into my soul.

I started hearing the witches voice Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die) Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.