Histoire D'horreur Novels & Stories

By the time I got back to the packhouse, it was already after dark and I went into the living room where Lucas, Jude and Aria were watching the News. I wasn’t wrong about the riots. Cities all over the country were going up in flames. They were actually filming humans being attacked and killed by vampires. I was watching Lucas as he was fixated on the TV and I could see how intensely he was watching the TV. But it was now sunrise, and the vampires were running from the scenes of these riots. Running back to their hideouts so they didn’t burn in the sun. That was the only reprieve that we were going to have at the moment.

And shes there that night! “But strangely... though you are unconscious, you didn't have any internal wounds,” she added after seeing the suspicious in my eyes. She prove as he added the jade, “That contain our recent activity. The whole association hunts the rumored Lycan who cause chaos in the secluded island beneath the Thousand-Volcanoes-” I raise my brows upon the heard of it. “So what did you discover, then?” I ask just as I cut her off. She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-”

--- **Story 1: The Mirror Man** **Chapter 1** Elena Voss wiped the dust from her hands and stepped back, admiring the tall oval mirror she’d just dragged up three flights of stairs. The antique dealer had called it “haunted” with a wink, but she’d only laughed and paid him less than half his asking price. It was beautiful in a haunting way — dark walnut frame carved with twisting vines and half-hidden faces, the glass slightly warped, like it held secrets. She positioned it in the corner of her bedroom, opposite her bed. The late afternoon light caught it strangely, making the reflection look deeper than the small apartment should allow.

She told herself and walked up to the black gate, opened it and let herself in. The house was an uncompleted mansion in progress and Saira guessed it to be three stories because of the height. There were bushes surrounding it like it had been abandoned for quite a while, but she didn't wait to admire it as she trudged through the overgrown weeds,climbed the short steps to the house and went into the house. "I'm here!" She called out, standing in the hallway. "Let's finish this once and for all." Not even up to a minute later, she felt the muzzle of a gun at her back and she tensed up.

I wouldn’t have allowed myself to give her something like that after a few years. I was shocked by everything I saw there, and yet I hadn’t seen everything. I was totally frozen, staring without being able to blink. My eyes opened wider and wider to see the most hideous sex scenes I had ever seen. The two couldn’t help themselves and had sex right next to me in bed. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I wonder what they wanted? Group sex? If I woke up, what would they do? Invite me to the party?

The corner of her lips curved into a devilish smirk upon seeing the lifeless multitude she had killed, absolutely feeling no remorse. April almost stumbled as she could not believe what she had just seen in the black pot. That lady.... that lady who had killed those people looked so much like her. Was that Margaux, the evil witch? Was what she had just seen the incident that happened three hundred years ago? She held onto her cloak as her hand trembled, horrified by what she had seen in the black pot however, a part of her wanted to see the end. What happened after Margaux had killed those people? Where was Damon and the other vampire princes when it all happened? Despite her fear, she still

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.

‘Chomee did you see this?’ That was Anna who greeted me with a newspaper. A newspaper that had the murder of Naledi and Sharon on their cover page. Anna had just returned from her holidays and she found me all alone in our apartment. All alone, moody and unresponsive. Since I had committed this hideous act, my emotions have been all over the place. I was jumpy and always scared that the cops or somebody who might have seen me at Naledi’s flat might show up on my door step. Billy was in and out of my flat but there were no more romantic dinners or steamy love-making sessions. I think he was just checking on me to ensure that I don’t break and start singing Usher’s Confessions. All he ever sai

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

A mad laughter that echoed in every corner. Megha screamed. The upside-down man detached himself from the wall— Dropped to the floor. No sound of breaking bones. He rose slowly. Neck twisted sideways. Fingers long. Unnaturally long. Not human. He moved toward us. We pulled at the door. The lock wasn’t outside. It was inside. Placed by something unseen. Scratches deepened. As if hundreds of hands were clawing the walls. He came closer. Fingers trembling in the air, reaching for our faces—