Horror Jigsaw Novels & Stories

I didn’t even have time to stop him. Finn turned his wild, bloodshot eyes on me next. I saw the thought cross his mind—he needed to unlock two locks, after all. Before he could make a move, Lily gave a cold laugh. Her white dress rippled and swelled, transforming into a living meat grinder. With one bite, Finn disappeared. In seconds, the hallway was filled with flying scraps of red flesh. Blood splattered across Lily’s once-white dress, dyeing it completely crimson. She looked at the falling gore and whispered, her childlike voice calm and eerie,

“H.G. Lewis’s stuff was ahead of its time. Looks kinda corny compared to stuff like Day of the Dead or whatever but nobody else was doing anything close back then.” “I just remember a pretty blonde getting her heart cut out by a madman in a black suit . . . ” I said. The vague memory nagged at me. “And then he ate it, I think.” “She was a redhead,” said James in a matter of fact tone. “And the killer in that scene was dressed up like an ancient Egyptian. Or supposed to be, anyway. Looked kinda like a toga party. He wears a black suit later on though.” “Maybe I’m thinking of something else,” I said.

Not the simple hunting knives of Lunaris, but sleek, black guns, glinting menacingly in the dim light filtering from the hallway. Knives of all shapes and sizes, some with serrated edges that make my stomach churn. And then, a chainsaw, its metal teeth looking sharp and deadly. My gaze drifts to another shelf, and I freeze. Jars. Glass jars filled with… something. My heart pounds in my chest as I take a tentative step closer. Eyeballs. That’s what they look like. Pale, lifeless orbs staring blankly into the void. And smaller jars filled with what appear to be… fingers.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah. Jonah ran slowly, but with firm steps. He was very frightened by the ruthless murder he had witnessed. He had not strayed far from Alfredo's house when he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a thin but deafening voice that made his blood freeze, but he continued to run. "Where are we going?" Asked the voice, which came from a woman with brown

I ran my hand along the marks and it stung me a little. “I can’t remem…” I gasped and it all began to flash before my eyes. The teeth, the putrid breath and ugly face. I had felt it’s cold hands on my neck. It was a shadow. It had touched me. “Hazel? Are you okay?” I turned to Jasper with a look of terror on my face. “I saw it.” I felt my blood run cold and sweat began to form on my forehead. “What did you see? Who was it.”

He took a few minutes off to the coffee stand, filled his mug with the black liquid. Again, back to his puzzle room. Pictures of different girls spread all over the wall. Thread marking each common signs. He stared closely scrutinizing the pictures. Fuck. He cursed as he realised he had slowly begun to massage his groin. His eyes met Lisa, deceased, a couple of months before Becky. Blonde haired. Even as dead as she was, Jones knew the authority her body carried. She looked even more tortured like her death was slow, slower than the rest. The tear on her wrist extended towards her shoulder. Her collar bone looked like it was broken inside her.

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

I can't say I'm surprised or shocked by the new information I have just learned, after all if a demon is not after me, it's not really a normal day in my life. My biggest concern at the moment has got to be me, or rather Aurora. My hands tightly grip the sink to keep ahold of myself as I look into the mirror and see her in my reflection. My heart starts to pound against my chest as I look straight into her eyes. I recognize the look in her eyes and it scares me. The hunger, the need to satisfy the monster inside of me is evident, I can feel it and it's taking a toll on me, almost like she's fighting with me.

After a few moments, my fears take control as the thing just keeps looking. Fearing what will happen next, I swallow hard and watch as it still doesn’t come closer but slowly moves around in the corner in the darkness. Mustering up all my strength, I turn my head to glance down at my husband before returning my attention to the thing in the closet, but when I look back over to the spot where it was, I am shocked because it’s gone and then I question if I ever saw it in the first place. Wishing that my husband would just wake up, I finally reach over to shake him. When I do, I see something move out of the corner of my eye and then the blanket is torn off the bed. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”