Horror Fiction Novels & Stories

“That dude, Skylar is a piece of shit that gets scared easily, dude, for real, cries at everything “. “And how would you know that ?”. “Well he kind of lives in my neighborhood “. Jason replied me. “And you see, around Halloween, last year, dude was stepping around my property and got scared of the skulls in front of my house “. “I was there “. Harper said with an amused grin on his face. “We tried to convince him that it was just decorations but he didn’t believe “. “He didn’t believe because you jacked him up with a skeleton first”. Jason retorted.

She began to yell rudely at him to get him up, but the boy remained motionless. Felicia Caraballo decided to approach him slowly and with fear. She bent down beside him and carefully touched him. He was as stiff as a stick and cold as death, which had come for him a day ago. Mrs. Caraballo was so frightened that she screamed and fell backward. The poor woman could no longer stand up, her fatness preventing her from doing so. She lay there on the floor crying with rage because she would have to stay next to that corpse bearing its filthy smell. "Even dead, you are ruining my life".

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.

Frank recoiled in disgust, his bowels desperate to evacuate. He lunged towards the door, but staggered and fell, his feet adhering to the carpet in a coagulated mess of the creatures' excrement. His knee hit one of the things and it thrashed violently. Instinctively, he shot to his feet and leapt for the door again. Again he fell, his fingers scratching frantically at the doorjamb. Something was crawling up his leg inside his trousers. He screamed in abject terror. It was moving up the back of his calf. He kicked his leg to try and dislodge it. It stopped for a moment, and then, as if with stronger resolve, slithered round to his shin and touched his kneecap. Frank lashed at the thing with h

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

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I stayed with Adley in her small living room, watching horror movies about creatures that didn’t exist in this world, until darkness smothered the outside world, peeking in through the sheer curtains that made their living room feel all too exposed. “Zombies always give me the creeps.” Adley shuddered, “There’s something so scary about coming back from the dead, having your face and limbs rot like that. Bleh, no thank you.” “I can’t be afraid of zombies, not when things like ghouls and Librarian’s exist.” I let out a hearty laugh, trying to imagine a hoard of zombies maneuvering through the forest at night.

In dedication to Born By Power is a series of poem fixed within chapters of the book. The first was relating to Chaos And Apocalypse, which pretty much revealed a lot about the uprise of hell. This is the second and is themed on the horrific nature of Halloween and written with relativeness to hell. What does this hold to unviel? Who knows. Screams of Halloween Halloween, Halloween, Soft screams of blood chime, The period of dark, The day of ghouls, demons and imps,

' Alice held her breath, but all she could hear was the thudding of her own heart. "Please say something. Hello?" Alice whimpered. She pictured Felix standing there in the blackness, wearing that same awful smile he always graced her with. Then, as fear poked its bony fingers into the back of her mind, she started to picture other things. Serial killers in masks. Monsters. Every protagonist of every horror film she'd ever watched. Was he doing this on purpose to torment her or was it simply the fear driving her mad? "Please... if you're there... just... please... please..."

Maybe if I phrased my questions carefully, Viktor might slip up and reveal a clue. Speaking of mysteries, I glanced at the TV only to recoil instantly. The men had chosen the movie, of course a full-blown horror flick with massacres, blood, guts, and a helpless heroine who spent most of her time screaming and wandering around in the storm. I shook my head. Seriously, who acts that clueless? Another bloodcurdling scream pierced the speakers, and I could practically see the mutilated body parts on the screen without even looking. This genre was torture. Why did every man I knew seem to love gore? Couldn't they appreciate a romantic comedy for once? A little meet-cute, some cute misunderstandin