Horror App Novels & Stories

"I was so worried. I kept checking the app and you weren't moving. I thought maybe you’d had a reaction to that tea or something." "I'm fine," I whispered. "Just tired." Hannah smiled, her eyes full of that terrifying, blinding devotion. "I'm glad. I love being able to see you're here. It makes the world feel... right." She kissed my forehead and left the room. I lay there in the dark, my body still humming from Luca, my phone buzzing under my pillow with a message I didn't need to read. I looked at the SafePath app. The blue dot was right where it was supposed to be.

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The streets below buzzed with life, but her mind was focused elsewhere. Unlocking her phone, she opened a hidden app—one she had designed herself. No one but her could access it. Not even the best hackers in the world. She tapped the red icon on her screen. "Red." A small red emoji face popped up, grinning. "Master! Good evening!" Aurora couldn’t help but smile. "Do you need something from me, Master?" "Yes," she whispered, keeping her voice low. Her eyes flickered back toward the bedroom to make sure Lucian hadn’t stirred. "Can you hack every CCTV in Paris right now?"

I turned away from him feeling embarrassed. It had only taken a second for him to start unbuttoning his shirt and then another for him to peel it off. I turned around quickly not wanting to see what came next. My face felt hot. I didn't know where to look, especially since I couldn't hear anything. I think the one thing I did hear was his belt hitting the marble floor and his footsteps as he approached the bed. I couldn't even be sure but the second I heard the rustling of the bed covers, I knew it was safe to turn. It didn't make things better though. Did I have it bad for Edmond Walters? Sure his hair was soft. He smelt nice and his voice made butterflies flutter in my stomach. And his eye

Like having women want tibturn to men, and viseversa. Sandra shook her head at her own thought on how the world keeps changing. It was funny that she is even thinking like that, when she dwells all the time in a company that showcases so many strange thing. The last app she witnessed Craig work on was that which can open the door to someone's house, when the person isn't home. He had explained to her that it is for emergency sake.

I even stopped breathing for few seconds because of my noise free situation. I started to breath again when he turned and gave me his back. I ease up to sleep but my phone beeped. It was an email from a dating app where I signed up and later forgot about it. They wrote they miss me and want me to come back as they have their hot finds for me. I had no plan to go back in that creepy app so, I closed the email, not before looking at their icon.

I kept thinking about how Alexander was treating me. I turned off the lights and laid back on the sofa but I didn’t get any sleep. I picked up my phone, and a push up notification from an APP popped up, it read, “Are you lonely? Are you worried about the money? Are you tortured by insomnia led by great stress? Join us to earn money and relieve your stress.” Karen, my best friend, had recommended the APP the last time she came here. She said it was an APP that helps young people relieve stress. She also mentioned something about relieving carnalities.

> POV: Carrie I wаnt to scream, but nоthіng comes out. Aрrіl lооkѕ tеrrіfіеd, аnd rіghtlу ѕо, hеr аttасkеr іѕ hugе аnd he’s not alone. Thе hulkѕ аrе drеѕѕеd in blасk, wіеldіng dіrtу gunѕ.

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.