Horror App Novels & Stories

"It’s the Wolf link. Like now you can hear the pack. What they are saying or doing. You can hear it all. It works two ways. One way is to open the channel you want. Like if you want to talk to Dad or Mom or Me or the Betas. You need to open their mind link only. It will be your private discussion. While if you want to know in general, you will feel this buzzing. You can hear anyone. But yes, even then you can block your thoughts so that no one can hear your thoughts" Stephen explained rubbing his temples. "How long will it take?". Callum fell back into his embrace. "Not long love. You will adjust soon. Now how about you sleep"? Stephen said and Callum pulled him too. "Sleep with me".. "But C

I’d heard there were places where you could rent the tapes for a lot less than what they cost to buy, but it hadn’t changed my mind. I started towards the doorway with the curtain but stopped short by the tapes next to it. This section was at least twice the size of all the others. The covers of these boxes were all screams and knives. Bloody chainsaws and heaving breasts. The sign resting here was carefully drawn in black gothic type letters, each dripping red: “Horror.” Hanging by a piece of tape off every other shelf were letter-sized flyers exactly like the ones that man was putting on windshields out at the Farm and Fleet. I peeled one off to get a closer look.

Duncan Hiddleston also slowly touched her wounded face. [App is somewhat delayed. Forgive.] “Where are the underrated apps or technical glitches?” [App is underrated by players so the system is not being upgraded.] “I guess not wrong. The app that suppresses the pressure of outsiders is highly appreciated.” [Isn't the working effect very good? Also, the app hasn't penalized the owner for doing it wrong before.] “If the app still threatens me. The App is in danger of being replaced.” [...] “I don't want to exist anywhere any longer. Now, help me find the perfect way out of here.”

I heard Jennifer sigh and there was a small shuffling noise on their desk, "maybe you're right, having sex would be a great distraction right now." "Girl I can help with that, if you're looking for quick sex and not a committed relationship, there's an app I'll definitely recommend, it's so good!" Stella beamed. "What app? Please tell me it's not another one of your expensive vibrator websites?" Jennifer groaned. "No, here you meet men that have been tested and shit, just looking for a quick fuck, it's called HMU." Stella said I immediately picked my phone up and went to my the app store to look for the said app.

There’s not enough time in the day for me to get everything I want for this room. There’s always tomorrow. Now that the time has come, I’m feeling nervous. So many doubts are creeping in. I have no clue when the other two would be returning. Or what they would do if they don’t find us…. I texted her the code on the app. It’s called BurySecrets. Pretty shady, but it offers anonymity.

The sound was a definitive, mechanical finality. "You really should verify your rides," the driver whispered, his voice like the grinding of gears. "People on apps are so easy to bait. They’re so lonely, they’ll get into any car that looks expensive enough." I went to scream, to kick, to lunge for the handle, but the leather glove was already moving, reaching for me with the speed of a striking viper. The last thing I saw was the VibeCheck logo on my screen, the notification still glowing, waiting for a reply that would never come.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

She mostly stared blankly at her computer screen and wrote letters to her mom in her big diary. One of such letters read: Hello mom, your daughter is thirteen already. Where's the gift you promised her? You never promised to gift her your dead body, so why are you not here? Why are you silent? Why's your phone number out of coverage? Why are you not replying your emails? Why are you not calling or texting her? Where are you? Are you in heaven? If yes, why so soon? You told your daughter you were going to Australia but why change your mind? You promised to come two weeks ago but you're still not here? Where are you? Are you even listening? Did you get stabbed by someone? Is your heart still b

“Chuck may have been an IT idiot, but I doubt the Marching Tides would be stupid enough to be contacting each other over normal channels.” A quick scan of the apps on the phone and we find a suspicious-looking unnamed app nestled away with just a plain black square for an icon. It requires a username and password to login. Luckily, Chuck being the brain-waffle that he was had his login stats saved in his keychain. Idiot.