Horror Fnaf Novels & Stories

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

That was embarrassing. His eyes were open slightly, and Isabella found herself staring straight into them. She should have been glad when she had seen him Hurt. He was a vampire who fed on blood and Hurt people, but she realized that she had never been so scared in her life when she thought that he was going to die. The thought of him dying sent chills all over her and she couldn't even understand herself any more. Right now, she was so happy to see that he was going to be okay.

Everything around me seems to grow muffled, turning black and white, except a figure in the background, with a contorted body that slowly straightens in shape in the most horrifying way - until it looks at me with a wicked smile. Blood. Blood dripping from its eye sockets that have no eyes, laughing at me hysterically from the background of everyone else blind to it. ‘Sera… did you miss me?’ The sight is too horrifying and putrid, fear cripples me in place, unable to scream or run away. Somehow, deep down, I just know who it is, as if my biggest fear has come to life. "Dad?" The word slips out in a whisper of disbelief. I’m instantly snapped back into reality.

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."

“Aleph-Vav! Aleph-Zayin! Aleph-Chet! Aleph-Tet! Aleph-Yod . . . !” J 02:38 before daybreak A final desperate push of Papa Nightmare’s zonbi army began as the sky quickly changed from black to purple to gold tinged. Soldiers poured into the storage unit. Many holding sabers and clubs. A few old rifles opened up on the two former Rangers. Covered in sweat and zonbi, Fernández dove for cover, stealing a glance at Roo. His heart leapt to his throat. Roo lay next to the Golem, blood streaming from multiple wounds. His coloring had turned ashen and his eyes were glassy. Roo’s mouth was moving, but Fernández couldn’t hear any sounds from his friend.

A cold, damp chill and the acrid bite of dust and stale tobacco filled Lauren's senses as she struggled to open her eyelids. Reality blurred with the remnants of a nightmare. Blurry and disoriented, she felt a pair of icy hands stroking her skin. "Who's there?" Lauren's eyes snapped open, bulging wide like a startled deer. As she shifted her focus, a horrifying scene unfolded before her. Freddy sat by her bedside, his cold hands creeping along her slender waist, inching their way up, touching every inch of her skin.

Athena I sprinted through the forest. Its twisted shadows closed in, each one feeling like it had a pulse of its own, hungry for terror. The night here was different—dense, suffocating, and as alive as anything I’d ever faced. The first horror to confront me was a banshee. Her ghostly figure rose from the mist, and her shriek pierced the silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. But that was all it did—wail and hover, as if mocking my fear. I clenched my jaw and pushed forward, refusing to let it distract me. I had one mission: to find the hidden power source that might save Cameron. There was no room for fear.

Suddenly, an explosion vibrated the ground and when I looked up, a black smoke emitted in the air toward the hamlet. “Randolph!” A gasp escaped my lips. Grabbing my dress, I darted back to the forest and ran. My feet flew over dead leaves and stones as I scouted for the hamlet, the branches of the trees whipped my face and tugged at my dress. My heart thumped behind my chest as I zigzagged through the sparsely darkened forest. Suddenly, I arrived at the hamlet and the scene before me almost crippled me. Before me were terrifying monsters from my nightmares; lycans; as my father would call them; they pounced and ripped apart the bodies of my father’s men who have also shifted into their wolve

Luckily, I know a way to unwind that works for me better than any sleeping pill. I don’t have the strength to get out of bed and grab my notebook, so I reach for my phone instead. I install and launch a diary app before pouring all my thoughts into it. [It’s a dark, stormy night. I have hated storms since I was a little girl, and this one seems like it’s going to last forever. I’m watching a movie to calm my nerves, but that does nothing to ease the fear when lightning strikes, followed by a hair-raising rumble of thunder.

Total party wipe incoming. Before long, it was time to choose rooms. Elaine explained that while no one had ever cleared this scenario, past players had figured out a few things. The building had thirty floors, one apartment per floor, and only one player could stay in each. “Happy Home,” she continued, was actually a role-playing horror scenario. Each apartment housed strange entities that would act as your family or loved ones. So, seven days of living together with them? There was no way your Fear Value wouldn’t spike.