Historias De Terror Novels & Stories

And it’s already had a taste . Tales from The Lake Vol.1 anthology—Remember those dark and scary nights spent telling ghost stories and other campfire stories? With the Tales from The Lake horror anthologies, you can relive some of those memories by reading the best Dark Fiction stories around. Includes Dark Fiction stories and poems by horror greats such as Graham Masterton, Bev Vincent, Tim Curran, Tim Waggoner, Elizabeth Massie, and many more. Be sure to check out our website for future Tales from The Lake volumes.

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

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They sat like that for a while, shoulders touching, diary open between them. Raven reached for the black tome she’d left on the nightstand the night before. She had been studying the final sections late into the previous evening—the most dangerous rites, the ones that bound not just flesh but will, not just bodies but souls. Pages filled with warnings written in silver ink that seemed to pulse faintly when she stared too long. Victoria watched her turn the pages, expression thoughtful. After a moment she took the diary again and wrote: *We have a vast library here.*

I nodded and did as he said.“Show me.”I opened my mouth and revealed my tongue to him when another spit landed on it.“Hold it in your mouth, and don’t swallow until I tell you.”I nodded, too scared to say something so I didn’t lose his spit.His mouth went to the other nipple, and his fingers and tongue started playing with it.He took his time teasing me, moving from one breast to the other, or to both simultaneously, until I thought I was going to come just from the nipple stimulation alone.“Don’t you dare come, doll,” he said as if reading my mind, and pulled back slightly. “I can feel how desperate are your legs to close, how needy is that cunt to have something relieve it.”“Please,” I beg

Morning light filtered through the small window of our hut, soft and golden. For one blissful heartbeat I thought the forest, the beast, and that wicked tongue had all been a nightmare. Then the memories crashed over me. The glowing red eyes. The massive black body between my thighs. That long, rough tongue dragging through my folds, curling over my clit until I was shamefully wet and gasping. The way he had loomed above me, hot breath on my skin, claws the size of daggers, and the terrifying moment when I had felt the blunt, enormous head of his cock nudging at my entrance—thick, burning hot, far too big—right before darkness had taken me again.

Miranda swallowed hard before answering, her voice trembling. Everything was normal… until that day. I was asleep in my room when I woke from a nightmare—blood everywhere, murder, terror. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but soon Mr. Hussein and his wife started having the same visions. Sophia, too. No one in the villa was safe anymore. Fear gripped us. We saw shadows, figures haunting us. I saw one myself in my room. Doors slammed shut for no reason. Strange noises rose from every corner. And when night fell… the house turned into a nightmare. Voices, screams, movements. They only disappeared when we turned on the lights.

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

They avoided speaking to each other while working, focused on finishing as early as they could before it got too late. As the night went on, the two girls were able to finish wiping the windows, but were nervous that they were not able to do a very good job because they were afraid of going to the lavatories to wash the rags. Their fear was mostly because of ghost stories that they heard from the other girls in the dormitory as well as their own classmates.