Novel & Cerita Horror Fiction Book

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

, someone announced on the stage which made me concentrate back to stage to see that my friend was about to start her performance and as soon as she hit the first cord of her vocals, all sort of negative energy just vanished atleast that is what I felt and also by this time the entire book store was mesmerized by her soulful voice and the light music was complementing it the best way possible but now all I could think about was all the possible assumptions which could give me any logical reason for the extremely weird energy of that place. At the end of the performance I moved towards my right to nearest book shelf which was of fiction category and it has always been my favourite genre as i

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

Tension hung thick in the air as they were led on a tail chase. “We received a report from our Matlock county branch. The supernatural killings have increased considerably in the past weeks and the humans are afraid to step out of their home at nights,” Neil’s voice was thick with concern. “The reports reveal it was the work of a vampire, a very strong one at that. There were multiple cuts in the body of his victims and a bite wound. The blood was not only drained from the victims, but this one has a habit of painting the walls with the blood of his victims. I don’t want that leech coming this way to my city and I want him stopped at any cost,” he concluded.

Henry had developed a habit of reading novels, particularly fantasy stories. He was currently reading "The Great Heroes Adventures." As he turned the page, he felt a chill run up his spine. He hurriedly returned to the previous page and waited for the sensation to pass. It didn't take long at all. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. The ghost who haunted this shop wasn't always as quick to read as he was.

he said, then looked at me. I was surprised as it was not part of our schedule. "Ok, I can take the jeepney from here. Just enjoy," I replied. Lance stared at me before saying, "You won't come with us? I was hoping to get your feedback on a book I was hoping to buy." Izzie grinned and pulled me towards Lance's car. "Of course, Nia will come with us. I will be going someplace with Theo but you two enjoy your friendly date." Lance opened the door for us and Izzie quickly sat at the back. I took the passenger side. Soon, we were driving towards the mall. It was a lazy Saturday morning and there were very few shoppers at that time. Lizzie dashed to the mall after saying goodbye to us. Lance and

See? This was such a beautifully yet tear-jerking novel I have ever successfully crafted an idea with, a few months ago. But after I have encountered all the horrible occurrences for the past months, I came back to work and turned this sad and romantic novel into a mystery and horror novel, which made all my work colleagues and supervisor absolutely petrified. They have no idea that I was even more shocked and horrified when I have suddenly realized that my novel had suddenly become so dark and twisted. It was beautifully written, like a psychopath has written a novel for the very first time.

I closed my eyes and willed them away, but the only thing I accomplished was to amuse them even more. They eventually tired of their little game and things got serious. I felt my branch shift position under the weight of one of the vampire predators as he leaped up onto it and settled down next to me as if we were about to enjoy a picnic or something. It was then that I realized how ridiculous it was for me to think hiding in a tree would save me. The branch shook again as the one I recognized as my wedding night voyeur settled on the other side of me. The leaves above me rustled as yet another perched on the branch in over my head. The energy they emitted was profoundly scary. My heart

I place it on the table beside me and reach for the next. ‘Vampyres or Vampires? – An encyclopaedia of fact, fiction and food sources.’ The irony of the blood red lettering and dry humour of the title make me chuckle in spite of the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I move to place the heavy book on top of it’s witchy companion and my fingers tingle as they brush something on the back. “What have we here?” yes, I talk to myself on occasion.