Horror Adults Novels & Stories

“Let’s go! Let’s watch it!” Sidney placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table then sat on the couch with Adam and Cameron. She gathered the remotes and navigated to the movie. Cameron practically vibrated on the cushion as she pressed Play. Sidney smiled to herself, drawing her laptop onto her knees. As the opening credits reflected in Cameron’s wide eyes, she brought her fingertips to the keys. The Horror of Real Life Life is like standing on a frozen steam. It may seem solid, but there is always something flowing and threatening underneath. Horror is that current under it all.

“My mom hated scary movies; she’d have lost her mind over you.” Heat crept up my neck. “Most people thought it was… childish,” I said, a bitter edge slipping out. “Or a phase. Or ‘creepy.’ Ethan—” I cut myself off, jaw tightening. “My ex wasn’t exactly my target audience.” “’Course he wasn’t,” Jax said easily. “Horror isn’t for people who want to pretend the world’s safe if they buy the right mattress. It’s for people who know there’s something wrong and want to look it in the face.” He nudged my shoulder lightly with his. “You were telling the truth. They were too scared to hear it.”

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

I wouldn't want to wake Jane or her dad. I fold myself on the couch after switching on the TV. As a horror freak, I search for The Conjuring movie on Netflix—haven’t watched 3. A few minutes into it, I hear footsteps. I whip my head around, and I see it's Christopher. He's in his nightwear, eyes fixed on the screen with furrowed brows, like he's stumbled into a nightmare. Onscreen, David Glatzel, a young boy, twists in demonic agony, his body cracking into unnatural shapes as the priest chants, holy water hissing on his skin amid guttural roars.

I insist. Resha nodded. Rosh and I went to the haunted house. We saw a dead body. There are a lot of officials and there is one person who is arguing with the police. "I am sure this is a victim of some extraordinary beast." Hedwig said. "Sir, we are in a modern world, those creatures do not exist." The police officer said. "Sir, believe me, who in the right mind would rip the abdomen of their victims?" Hedwig said. "Sir, do not speculate things." the police said.