Horror Graphic Novels & Stories

All the leaves were bleeding profusely and following the direction of the slurring lines of blood, it rained on some pale skulls littering around the spooky ground. The creepy skulls gave me goosebumps and when I heard a thunderstorm struck against my roof, I almost jumped out of my skin as I visualized myself standing there in the forest. Yes The air was stuffy, making it difficult for me to breathe. The trees were staring at me like silent sentries. My heart was throbbing in my ears and in an attempt to get rid of the terror, I bit my lower lips till I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth which brought me back to life. Jeez this is why I don't watch horror movies, I mean if I could

I’m quite firm in my voice, although I can’t help but scoff lightheartedly as Harper yields and tosses the insect out the window. When she turns back to me, I see that she’s holding onto a couple of pictures. Recognizing that I have noticed them, she mumbles, “If you have nightmares, I think these might be useful!” She starts sticking the pictures on the wall adjacent to where I'm sleeping. My eyes focus on one. It’s clearly a drawing, a figure with three eyes, whose half-purple, and has octopus tentacles for a face. A bad premonition stirs in my heart…

"Just tell me, g*dammit!" "Introducing the Halls of Horror!" He pointed at the entrance that she'd completely missed passing by. The entrance to the Halls of Horror was shaped like the mouth of a cave. Over the top, the image of a zombie as well as the words "Hall of Horror" was hung up in splashes of black and green. Just then there was a growl from inside. A kid who'd been standing close by with his back to the cave screamed and yeeted off to his daddy, grabbing onto his legs.

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.

He rubbed me while still sucking my nipples, suddenly he stopped and bent down to my womanliness,he stared at it before removing my pant,what he did next surprised me,he put his mouth there and he gently sucked on me. I immediately lost it,I felt myself at the edge,he suddenly put his finger in me. I tried to suppress the pain I felt but I couldn't ,I gave whimper. He continued till I felt my self shaking and vibrating,the pleasure was too much. It took me about 3minutes to recover. He looked at me lovingly before asking "Are you ready to take me in...??"I grew scared and nervous, I have never done it but I don't want him to know.

Anxious anticipation mingled with dread as I approached, my curiosity warring with a growing sense of unease. With each step closer, my heart hammered in my chest, and a sense of impending horror gripped me. Inside the transparent enclosure, I saw shapes that made my stomach churn and my skin crawl. They were once human beings, transformed through an experiment they never consented to. The mutation had distorted them into grotesque creatures that resembled the mythical werewolves of old tales. Their bodies were covered in thick, matted fur, their muscles bulging with unnatural strength. Their eyes, once filled with humanity, now glowed with an unsettling, feral light.

That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company. But, if you would look closely, Landon's sketches are about his schoolmate's death. He detailed everything, from their favorite clothes, to the way they will die. It is too gruesome for a fourteen-year-old boy like him. What he didn't know is that somebody's watching him from outside his window. A man wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. This man stare at him curiously; studying him, and learning everything about him. This man knows the sadness that Landon is going through, and he means to do something about it.

Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."

I whisper in a trembling voice, chills rushing down my veins. I knew he was a devil, but I underestimated what this devil could do in reality. He smirks and tilts his head to the side. His lips stretch further, and he grins like a maniac, his eyes widening. "Stay away from me! Get away from me!" I scream as he draws closer like a blood thirsty zombie. My heart races as my eyes dart from one butchered, displayed body to another, the terror and horror increasing with each shift of gaze.