Horror Easter Eggs Novels & Stories

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

Scribbled all over the cheap paneled walls, along with words which sounded hauntingly familiar but strange at the same time: Lake Hyades . a lake in which hideous, rubbery yellow things thrashed . . . Crawling Chaos, Nyarlathotep, Hali. Words I recognized dimly from history lessons: Crotoan, Roanoke. Written there several times was the name of that place I supposedly took Mystery Philosophical guy, Carcosa. Also, Assatur, Xastur, H’aaztre, Hastur . . . Lt. Hastoor

Hailey waited impatiently for the ghost hunting team to return. They weren’t late, but the last two days were horrible. The activity was getting worse, and it forced them to remove much of the delicate parts and dolls from the attic just to ensure their safety. Eddie was pushed down the stairs, but thankfully could catch himself before he’d been seriously hurt. Hailey was certain there was something within that cabinet that was responsible for this activity. She didn’t know what, since magic and all that wasn’t her thing. Dealing with naughty spirits with her dolls was one thing. But this, this was something far darker and she couldn’t understand why it was left in this house. That cabinet d

Today is not Halloween, it's Valentine's Day! Although, I always think what the characters do in horror movies is stupid, of one thing I am sure, curiosity is greater than fear. Following the same stupidity as the characters in horror movies, I walk to the brightness coming from the glazed door. Facing the door, I open it wide, close my eyes waiting for the worst. — No need to be afraid! — a familiar voice draws me out of my bubble of fear. [...] — Nate! What's happening? Where is Lyn?

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.”

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

[Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: “Wish.”] [Please choose your cause of death.] The moment I landed in the horror game and reunited with my teammates, a strange man appeared in front of us. Thick black mist coiled around his head, hiding his face. His whole presence felt… wrong. “Shit!” the guy with dyed yellow hair cursed. “What kind of sick prank is this? You think a few cheap effects will scare me? Nice try!”

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

"As your fiancé, I promise... I'll fix you right up." ... [Nightmare Scenario: Midnight Manor... Activated] [Survival Time: Seven Days] [Current Players: 40/40] [Death is Eternal Oblivion. Have Fun.] A robotic female voice echoed in the void. It sounded cheerful. It was terrifying. I blinked. I was standing in front of a huge Gothic manor. Black spires clawed at the gloomy sky. Gargoyles with twisted, screaming faces crouched on every corner. Their eyes glowed an ominous red.

Like a shadow just out of sync with the trees. Thirty minutes in, we found it. A hatch. Half-buried under ivy and dead leaves. Metal, rusted, with a wheel in the center. Just like something from a horror movie. “This wasn’t here last year,” Eli whispered. I didn’t speak. I reached forward and gripped the wheel. It didn’t move at first. Then it groaned like a dying animal and turned, slowly, reluctantly, like the earth itself didn’t want us going down there.