Hooked Horror Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

“What else have you heard?” Too much. Too much poison dressed up as bedtime stories. Garrett Monroe—my father, the only family I had left—used to slur those horror tales into my ears whenever he was drunk. Stories about sharp-toothed beasts who dragged children from their beds and devoured them whole. Creatures who wore human skin by day but hunted by moonlight. At the time, I thought he was warning me. Trying to protect me in his own twisted, broken way. But now? Now I don’t know.

She tried to pull away, but strong hands held her onto the warm, rigid shaft. "Is that okay?" Chris asked. Helen was uncertain. She knew from p**n that dick was allowed in any hole and knew it was inevitable her arse would be invaded sooner or later. Sooner, she decided. Her head bobbed assent. The same voice yelled again, "Come on. The slapper's arse is begging for it." She sucked the dick in her mouth with vigour as Chris pounded her pussy from behind. She was scared, dreading the moment when a dick pressed into her bottom. She jumped when a wet finger probed at her pristine starfish.

Sa loob nito ay naroon si Lotus Feet, Ghost Bride, at iba pang mga multong Intsik. Ang ikalima ay Western-inspired – kahawig nito ang white palace sa Lord of the Rings at makikita sa loob ang mga characters sa Autopsy of Jane Doe, Saw, Wrong Turn, Insidious, Conjuring, Jack the Ripper, mga halimaw sa Resident Evil at iba pa.

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

A young couple were packed in a remote spot when the music on the radio was interrupted by a news bulletin. A madman had escaped from the nearby asylum. He could be identified by the hook he had in place of his right hand. The girl wanted to be taken home immediately... When they arrived at her house, the boy went over to open the car door for her...and hanging from the handle was a BLOODY HOOK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I carefully stepped around the bodies lying on the floor, writhing in flames around us, as if we had just stepped into a living picture of Dante’s Hell. Kellen pulled me back and Amy rushed to the door just as another vampire rushed in, growling, when someone pulled his head back from behind. A moment later, his head was removed from his body. When the body fell away, Charlotte was holding his head in her hand by the hair, and then dropped it. It blazed as it rolled across the floor.

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“Exactly, some groups have experienced more hardship than others. This happened in their backyards, literally, for many of them. When they stopped the events from happening. Gods, I wasn’t there but had it described to me. How do I describe this? Fine, it was like a horror movie. Some of them recognized body parts and saw what happened to their victims.” “How many victims as you call it were there?” “There’s no way to tell. For us, it might take years to find out and we’ll never have an accurate number. As for your people? We do not know and don’t have the evidence to find out. I saw the faces of the people that came back and I don’t think any of them were emotionally or mentally unaffected

With a cloth stuffed in his mouth. He saw there were two men sitting on the high chairs. They were just looking at him but they were too intimidating. He remembered how much he cried for Adam to untie him, to leave him, to send him back to Stephen. Speaking of Stephen. Another wave of shock trembled passed his body. He saw Stephen was thrown on the ground. He was hurt. He was choked. And then he bit Adam. His eyes turned yellow. His fangs elongated. And he killed Adam?