Horror In English Novels & Stories

“There was a young lady standing on top of our fellow's dead bodies. Anger is in her eyes. But, she exalts on the bloody war. She is not on our side.” Worries and fear dominate the tone of his voice. No matter how hard he tries, Hodor just couldn't hide his fear. What worse is he felt the anguish, every ounce of pain, of anger ,of everything that is happening in his vision; and to add fright, he never had a vision that fails to happen. Vamoire's eyes bulge on its socket. “A bad omen. No! That won't happen, my lord. Is it a wolf? A human? I am sure that lady isn't from our race.”

Why did I agree to go with him. As if reading my thoughts he said "Don't be scared am not kidnapping you ,we will soon get there" I didn't say anything. After 5minutes he pulled over at a magnificent storey building I suspected to be an estate. So he was bringing me to his house all along. "Let's go in"he said. It was snowing so we ran in,the compound was beautiful ,we entered what I later got to know was an elevator. I have never entered one before,the elevator started moving upwards,to tell you the truth I was anxious.

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.

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

The villa began painting the walls of a new haunted house. A heavy morning after a terrifying night. Morning at that villa was unlike any other. Even with the sunrise, it couldn't erase the traces of the terror that had filled the house the previous night. Its golden rays timidly peeked through the heavy curtains, as if afraid to intrude upon a place that had witnessed unspeakable psychological horror lurking in the darkness.

This is exactly how horror movies start. I tried to calm myself down by petting my chest. I was alone in the kitchen. No one was here to save me. If someone barged in to kill me, I will be like a mouse trapped in a cage with a cat. The rapid footsteps get closer to the kitchen. The screams were getting louder. I quickly roamed my gaze around the table. Where the fuck are all the knives when you need them to kill somebody?! There was nothing deadly on the table except my horrified reflection. Maybe I can scare them all with my ghostly appearance.

What horrifying apparition awaited us in this cursed valley? A chilling wind swept through the air, carrying with it the echoes of tormented whispers. Suddenly, a figure materialized before us, their form twisted and contorted, an embodiment of nightmares. I clutched Malachi's hand tighter, my voice trembling as I whispered, "What... what is that?" The figure grinned, revealing jagged teeth that glimmered with an unholy light. "I am your worst nightmare come to life," it rasped, its voice dripping with venomous delight. "Prepare to face the darkness within yourselves."

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

People scrambled to their feet, their faces contorted with fear. The joyous ambiance has evaporated, replaced by a chilling sense of foreboding. The clinking of goblets turned into the clatter of overturned tables, the laughter into gasps of terror. From the shadows at the distant end of the hall, a group of shadows emerged. Tall and slender, their faces obscured by dark hoods, their eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. Their movements were swift and silent, their weapons glinting in the flickering candlelight. They moved with a predatory grace, their bodies taut with anticipation, their eyes fixed on the terrified crowd.

He wanted to run but he felt like he was paralyzed to the ground, spellbound by the terror that held him, fear taking over him as his soul was chilled at the sight of the horrific face in front of him. The eerie smile on the figure’s face was one he would never forget even in death. . . *Morning* . ~~Sky Hepburn~~ Arranging my things in my bag, I zipped it up slanging it over my shoulder finally ready to go to school. “Noona?”. I called out loud for my grandmother as I walked out of my room heading to the sitting room. Yes The t.v was left on but she wasn’t there. Hearing a sound from the kitchen, I concluded she must be there then.