Historias De Terror Novels & Stories

Like a killer’s eyes. I stepped back slowly out of fear. I don’t know why I am feeling this. I feel like I am standing infront of danger. It was making me scared and creeping me out. The man’s eyes fell down. He noticed my sudden move. When he looked up to me again, his lips slowly formed a freakish smile. I let out a soft gasped because I was running out of breathe. That is why when someone held my arms, I almost startled. But I somehow felt relieved when I saw that it was Vren. His face was serious and his eyes were darted to the man infront.

The legends spoke of their eradication millennia ago, but could they have returned? As days turned into weeks, the team pursued every lead. They scoured desolate landscapes, interviewed terrified inhabitants, and pieced together a fragmented narrative. The whispers, it seemed, were targeting specific individuals, prey upon their deepest fears and insecurities, and amplifying them into a torrent of negativity.

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Taking care to stay as closer to the walls as possible and lowering under every window to go unnoticed I stepped carefully. There were some footprints on the ground and unknown scents but nothing else. Taking the last corner I spotted a light in the kitchen. My mind was swirling with thoughts. I was so scared about Jade. He shouldn’t be home but what if-? Peeking inside my mouth fell. What the hell? I went back to the front door and slipped inside creating as less noise as possible. Crossing the living I spotted two bodies on the floor. Taking a closer look I identified a decapitated redcap and an elf. Great, their blood was everywhere, now my new carpet was ruined. I tiptoed to the kitchen’

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

Rumors had flown around and those rumors were known to be true for how heartless and cruel the man had ruled for years. "Grandpa Pablo, are we going there?" Little Beatrice asked as she watched the man drop their bags into the carriage. "Hmm." "But, they'll hit us and stake us." She said, blinking her red eyes. "They stake witches, not vampires Beatrice." He answered and she shook her head. "But Grandpa Pablo, the Eastern border is full of weird creatures..the wolves." "Hmm." "That is the only place that can guarantee your safety little Beatrice." The man said as he placed her on the seat of the carriage. And off..the drove to a new Land. TBC

When the night wandered on, Valerie sat pensive on the bed, for some reason this night was not as usual. Valerie was horrified, this horror was almost the same as the horror that always attacked her in the old nights. The birds in the leafy front trees made terrifying noises, squeaking as if for omen. But what omens? Valerie checked back and forth for the door alarm, and took a deep breath. The alarm is set perfectly, the door is tightly closed with the lock and latch attached. Why does she keep feeling scared?

I've never had a moon goddess take over my body before. I've never had a lot of things happen to me before. If the last year of my life has proven anything to me, it's that unicorns, werewolves, and ghosts are all real. The nightmares that exist in my story books are all true. Those authors knew something about the world that the rest of us could only dream of.

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat