Horror Creepy Stories Novels & Stories

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

‎I let out a deep breath, clenched onto my throbbing chest and stepped forward. ‎ ‎Every step came with a icy chill. ‎The creepy cracking sound of rusty doors echoing from every angle. ‎Then came the wolf howls, and the chattering sound of owls. ‎I swallowed hard, my heart threatening to leap out of my chest. ‎This place was scary, even for a horror writer like myself. ‎I mean, I was certain it was some kind of a prank, but still my limbs trembled like spaghetti. ‎“Hello..." I called out, my voice trembling. “Is anyone there?"

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

So she quickly changed her clothes and then jogged all the way back downstairs, straight to the supply closet. Silence greeted her as she walked through the house, along with an eerie calmness. He was nowhere in sight, and Nancy didn't seem to have returned either from wherever she had disappeared to. In the land of spirits, maybe. She lightly shivered, pushing away the thought. She hadn't cared much about all these paranormal things before, when she had no idea that they even existed at all. But now that she knew that they were real, that a creature that she'd priorly believed to be a myth, a silly bedtime story happened to actually exist, she couldn't help but feel so terrorized. About all

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He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

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.”

"And you have pissed me off." He believes me. Suddenly he believes every horror story he has been told since he was a little boy. That they were all true: the dead things hungering for the warm living flesh; the bony hand coming out of the closet in the black of night; the monsters from another page of reality, the unturned page--who could look so human, so cute. He reaches for his gun. Too slowly, much too.

the Goddess added while facing Drex and his army, different creatures began to fall from a portal above them, they all meet their weak points, they saw things they were scared of, but they summons courage, to Drex's surprise, a copy of me(dark Luther) appeared before him "We meet again Drex, I've long waited for this day" The dark me said to Drex laughing hilariously "How is this possible? How are you my greatest fear? I am Drex, Overloaded of Transylvania, I fear no...(I cut him shut with a heavenly punch), I quickly vamp sped towards him before he reached the ground with an uppercut which took him up, before he could know what was happening, I quickly pierced my fangs deep into his neck dr

But please just hear me out. ‘I won’t. Why must I listen to you? Do you want to narrate the gruesome details of your evil deeds? I refuse to listen to any more of your lies. And I’m not staying with you tonight. Just let me take my things.’ Anna sounded more frightened of me than angry. She was going on like I was some psychopathic retard with killer instinct.