Horror Jigsaw Puzzle Novels & Stories

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

With a cloth stuffed in his mouth. He saw there were two men sitting on the high chairs. They were just looking at him but they were too intimidating. He remembered how much he cried for Adam to untie him, to leave him, to send him back to Stephen. Speaking of Stephen. Another wave of shock trembled passed his body. He saw Stephen was thrown on the ground. He was hurt. He was choked. And then he bit Adam. His eyes turned yellow. His fangs elongated. And he killed Adam?

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

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.

Dust particles danced in the stagnant air, adding to the sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the atmosphere. My gaze fell upon a long table, covered with a tattered cloth. Curiosity mingled with fear as I hesitantly approached it. As I pulled back the worn fabric, a chilling sight unveiled before me. The surface of the table was littered with an assortment of macabre tools. Rusty knives, saws, and other instruments of torment glinted ominously under the feeble light.

Not until the very end and sometimes even then I wasn't done. The perspiration was heavy on my forehead and I wiped it away with my palm, frowning at the sluggish movement of my arm and the way the room seemed to fade in and out. The lights flared overhead and I was blinded temporarily, stumbling into someone on my left, kept buoyant only by the proximity of bodies. Feeling a shove from behind, I turned to see who the fuck would dare to push me. The face that greeted me twisted into a molten mass of flesh, pulled tight over bone. White, colourless eyes stared at me. A mouth full of long razor sharp teeth turned upwards in an awful, nightmarish grin.

The deafening silence only intensifies his fear, leaving him with a sinking feeling that something truly horrific has occurred. Richard took his step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. And as his feet move, the scene before his eyes gets much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down his spine. His heart races as he realizes that he is not alone in this house, and the unknown presence lurking in the shadows only fuels his terror.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

Horror gripped me as I watched the baby's body begin to decay before my eyes. Just as I opened my mouth to scream, I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest. The piercing sound of my alarm clock shattered the eerie silence of the room, and in a fit of rage, I hurled it at the wall, watching it shatter into tiny pieces. Only then did I realize that I wasn't even in my own home, and my stomach dropped at the realization of my mistake.