Horror App Novels & Stories

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?

I can play you songs and read you audiobooks…’ ‘Okay. Okay, Alexa. If you can’t get me to work or get me food, you’re pretty much useless.’ She jabbed. ‘Technically, I can order an uber and pizza. McDonald’s and Starbucks too.’ ‘This is so cool. Maybe, you could read me an audiobook just before I fall asleep tonight.’ ‘What kind of books do you like?’ the VA asked. ‘Young Adult, romance, horror, mystery, crime…’ ‘According to a recent survey, people who read lots of horror tend to act out what they read. Often times, they try to imitate the villain in the book and…’

he replied bluntly. I shook my head. “You know, you don’t have to do this.” Ignoring me, he tapped something on phone before swiping the screen. “Here are a few useful apps that can help you manage the medications. I added a few things where you can look up information about the drug, set up the medication schedule, and get reminders to give their pills.…” He kept instructing me. “What….?” Cassius asked when he caught me staring at him. “Do you want something from me?” I asked.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

I do not want Willow to eavesdrop on our conversation. Willow wondered what they were saying as she shrugged and her gaze averted to the closed door that the masked doctor came out from. She started thinking while her friends whispered to each other. "This Halloween might be the one that would remove this anxiety disorder. She is our friend, we have to help her. Willow has been scared of Halloween for the past three years because of what happened to Samara. Samara is gone, Willow has to move on with her life. And we have to help her do it" Piper said.

After some days, in afternoon, Hoor was sitting in the living room , when she saw a beautiful girl entering .Mary was also behind her . She was also looking really happy after seeing the girl . "Hello "the girl around 24 or 25 greeted . "Hey "Hoor said getting up , she was confused and a bit nervous. The girl infront of her was really beautiful and Hoor wasn't even a bit confident about her own looks . A lot of doubts and questions were entering her mind regarding the girl and her relationship with Arhaan.

Arnold stood furiously at the dining table in a full of raged. His face was covered up with sweat and I could see the liquid in his forehead dripped down his face. His eyes widened up in horror, looks like he was going attack whoever came close. His chest beat faster, visible inside his house wear. I heard the sound of thick liquid as it drizzled down the tiled floor continously, their are blood traced on the floor. Up to his palm, was a hand soaked in blood. His arm trembled to the reaction of the cut in his palm.

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

But the man in front of me isn’t the one from the photo. His eyes are the same shape, the same color, but darker. Harder. Wrong. Like something else is wearing his face. Like something ancient is using him as a doorway. Jason whispers. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Brad, or whatever he is, smiles back. “Surprise.” The Hallow hums around them, hungry. And I feel it, a cold, creeping dread that slides down my spine. This isn’t just my father. This is something else. Something older. Something darker. Something that wants me. The vision snaps.