Horror And Thriller Novels & Stories

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

Even the two zombies that were fighting had stopped. They heard the chuckling sound of the short thickset man and it sounded irritated to them. "Now, that is better!" He smirked and started walking up to them. Willow and Igor could not believe the discovery that they just made. The zombies were afraid of the light! Willow's brain started working fast. The zombies were afraid of light, that was why the lights used for the Halloween show were dimed bulbs. The underground tunnel was also dark too. She immediately knew that they had a lot to explore in this tunnel before going back home.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

The Midnight Meat Train. "I don't exactly do horror, Loretta, it creeps me out." "Do you do thrillers?" She asked, stuffing popcorn in her mouth. "Aren't they the same?" "No, they're not. Thrillers get me more than horror. Want some popcorn? "she said, offering him the bowl. "Um... OK, sure. I love microwave popcorn. " She smiles. Next, there were a lot of screams from the TV. Loretta looks at Roy and sees him shaking his knees.

"I'm large and I can't change my body size for your pleasure. Also, I'm already sticked to the wall. If you don't want to sleep beside me, feel free to lay on that cold floor. And I almost forgot, I snoar so loud. Right, Amira?" "Yeah, right!" "See?" ### It was already 10 o'clock and I can't still be able to sleep. I tried closing and relaxing to sleep but its not use. Thoughts keep coming to my mind. As Long as I know, there's no horror scene I've read in the book. But why does it seems like the genre turns into a horror and thriller. I tightly closed my eyes and held my breath when I heard a loud bang downstairs. "Did you hear it?" Krisha asked. Also, same

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

My intel was right as I watched the scene unfold before me. Gareth Niccolo and a redhead in a rough fuck. He pushed her to the wall, wrapped his hands around her, and fucked her from behind. Even through the screen, I could see the tightening of his fingers around her neck as he continued his assault. Her hands flayed as she cried. It went on until he pulled out and she slumped down on the floor. Dead. This world had different kinds of monsters, and this idiot was succeeding my list. A list of people I’d kill first.

All the leaves were bleeding profusely and following the direction of the slurring lines of blood, it rained on some pale skulls littering around the spooky ground. The creepy skulls gave me goosebumps and when I heard a thunderstorm struck against my roof, I almost jumped out of my skin as I visualized myself standing there in the forest. Yes The air was stuffy, making it difficult for me to breathe. The trees were staring at me like silent sentries. My heart was throbbing in my ears and in an attempt to get rid of the terror, I bit my lower lips till I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth which brought me back to life. Jeez this is why I don't watch horror movies, I mean if I could

Maybe if I phrased my questions carefully, Viktor might slip up and reveal a clue. Speaking of mysteries, I glanced at the TV only to recoil instantly. The men had chosen the movie, of course a full-blown horror flick with massacres, blood, guts, and a helpless heroine who spent most of her time screaming and wandering around in the storm. I shook my head. Seriously, who acts that clueless? Another bloodcurdling scream pierced the speakers, and I could practically see the mutilated body parts on the screen without even looking. This genre was torture. Why did every man I knew seem to love gore? Couldn't they appreciate a romantic comedy for once? A little meet-cute, some cute misunderstandin