Horror Collections Novels & Stories

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

His cologne had filled the room. With my back, I could feel his chiseled chest, he pressed on my tits, biting my neck. I felt his half-thick cock with my butt, my panties got ruined in seconds. There was a knock on my door again, it was my dad “Are you in there Jason?” asked my dad. While turning the knob of the door, Jason left me and turned to the door. Leading my dad out as he opened the door.

I try not to look at her when I ask. “Oh yeah, I have them a lot. Especially right after I watch a scary movie, even though mom says I should have out grown that by now. My brother Dillon is always forcing me to watch them when mom's at work. I can’t wait till he moves out this winter.” “That sucks. Why is he so mean to you?”

"Did you really think we were being nice to a newbie out of the kindness of our hearts?" Brad laughed menacingly. "Stupid little girl. You were never one of us. You were just the lamb we were fattening for the slaughter." "What do you mean?" I took a step back, my heart starting to beat irregularly. "I mean," Jessica said, raising an hourglass-shaped magical item filled with a dark red liquid, "it's time to harvest." The live comments went insane. [OMG! THAT'S A HEARTSEEKER HOURGLASS!] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses!]

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

Wes said, placing his fingertip on the print, “we can do Scandinavian vampires, which is also showing again tomorrow. Or, we can do Canadian zombies. Looks like this is the only showing we can swing for zombies.” “I vote Canadian zombies. I’m curious to see if they actually eat anyone or if they are just too nice about it,” Adam offered. “Seconded,” Sidney said. “After that, we are definitely going to the one about the haunted sex toy shop,” Wes continued. Sidney opened her mouth to speak. “Silence,” Wes said, lifting his hand into the air. “We’re going. And that gets us to the late showing. We can do an homage to Giallo or a documentary on sleep paralysis. I won’t vote since I’m enforcing t

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The archive room smelled of old paper and stale coffee, a scent that clung to your clothes long after you left. I had been there for hours, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a headache I couldn’t shake. My notebook lay open beside me, pages filled with scribbles, arrows connecting dates and names. Dylan Enterprises kept appearing; charity galas, private investor dinners, late-night “networking events” that left trails of missing people in their wake.

Kid, the last time I got to the TRIDAX was when I was a teen, I literally have no idea of how they got here, sorcerer should do hv the idea. As I wanted to go meet Sorcerer, I noticed a kind of strange reaction among the ship members, I did not notice why thy were all making such reaction untill I saw the reason myself. It is one of the most scary things I have ever seen in this world or should I even say in my world. All the sculptures started moving. I thought at first that it was an hallucination.

"Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart." "I didn't stutter now, did I?" I said, my anxiety suddenly disappearing as a smirk splayed on my bold red lips. "Hm." Damon said, looking at his brothers before looking back at me. "Wait, hold on, Shirley." He held up his hands. "Are you trying to say you don't mind if Draven fucked you? 'Cause that's what we're hearing." And that was when the insane thought popped into my head. "Well…" I stepped closer, my voice now softer than before. "If the Ryder triplets want to fuck me, who am I to say no?"

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho