Horror Fnaf Novels & Stories

Once the voice came through the trees, the 3 companions stopped dead in their tracks and stood there looking around the woods. The sound was terrifying and felt like it came from all directions at once. ‘What have you gotten us into?’ Rex said to Fafnir. ‘That is an old trick, spread fear in the camp, try to make their opponents less effective for fighting.’ Fafnir said. ‘Yes, well look at us, seems to be working a little.’ Rex said gritting his teeth. To be honest even he was a little scared.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Audrey I swallowed hard as we approached the haunted house, the screams and laughter from inside already making my skin crawl. But it wasn’t just the prospect of a good scare that had me on edge that night. No, it was something else. Something darker even than the spooky decorations and ghostly specters flitting through the windows. Fiona’s words kept echoing in my mind, drowning out even the loudest shrieks from inside. Fated mate… Manipulator… Meanwhile, my friends were blissfully ignorant to my turmoil. Most of them, at least.

“You’re officially a camper now.” “Almost.” Jenni crouches beside us. “We have to see if he can make it through the night.” “Are you sure you can stay out here all night?” I ask Hayden. “It can get pretty scary out here when it’s all dark and Gordon the Ghoul is wandering about.” “Who’s Gordon the Ghoul?” Hayden asks, settling onto one of the logs around the campfire. “You’ve never heard of him?” I lean closer to Hayden. “You know, Jenni here is terrified of him,” I stage whisper.

------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to g

As Fiona's eyes take in my gruesome appearance, her mouth opens and closes wordlessly, like a goldfish gulping for air. Horror creeps across Fiona's face, spreading like a wildfire as I reveal my glistening fangs and allow my features to shift into their true, vampiric form. I run my tongue over my blood-stained lips, relishing the taste of my recent feast. Meanwhile, Fiona resembles someone trying to perform complex math equations while spinning in circles – her mouth working silently, her eyes wide with terror. Finally, she unleashes a piercing shriek, like a damsel in distress from a cheesy horror flick. The sound reverberates through the neighborhood, likely causing curtains to twitch an

He hesitated. “But what?” “It’s through the haunted zone. My father refuses to let me go and the guards know it’s where I’m headed, so they keep cutting me off.” He bared his tiny white needle-teeth in frustration. “You aren’t afraid of the ghosts?” I asked. He patted his tiny hand against his chest. “Nyx Hura’nyx fears nobody and nothing, living or dead.” The ground began to shake. If this was the big one, flaming lava could come bursting through the walls at any moment.

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

The Blood Ghouls plowed into them like a tidal wave, shredding through their formation and sending bodies flying amid blood-curdling screams. Gunfire exploded in every direction, turning the tomb into a warzone. Meanwhile, Rafael—still tangled in the Night Hag's hair—was dragged slowly toward her ghoulish face. "No! I don't want to die! Please, no!" His scream echoed across the chamber. The black strands wrapped tighter, layer after layer, until his fat body was completely mummified by the living hair. From within the cocoon came the sickening sound of bones being crushed, enough to make anyone's scalp crawl.