Horror Jigsaw Puzzle Novels & Stories

The red-haired player was completely panicking, shouting nonstop, "Help me! Hurry!" By the time Silvia and the other girl tried to reach him, it was too late. Ximena's hair turned into sharp blades and pierced through his entire body. He was riddled with holes in an instant. That wig was terrifying! This petite ghost bride was absolutely vicious, chasing Silvia and the short-haired girl all over the room. Meanwhile, I stayed in the coffin, watching the chaos unfold. Suddenly, Silvia stopped and turned to stare straight at Ximena. Ximena's speed began to slow.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

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.

"Granny, I’m going to do the rounds now, but I’ll come back. Don’t let me catch you on the phone again!" The menacing old lady glared at me sinisterly. "There's a ghost doll on your shoulder." Clarice was horrified. I gently patted the old lady. "Alright, Granny, don't be naughty and get some rest." "A kid is watching you from the window! You’re going to get eaten when you go out!" Clarice turned around in an instant and cried out frightfully, "Something just flashed past!" I caught a glimpse of something white, too. It resembled the figure I saw in the IV infusion room.

If your body doesn't lay in a Cemetery, it means you succumbed in a very tragic way, and your body couldn't be found. No one expected it, no one wanted it, but that night, the same night that Jonah was buried, a bell rang. Once, twice, three times, until the ringing seemed not to stop, and it was impossible to know when a ringing began or ended. It was barely eight o'clock at night when the bell started ringing. Everyone in the village was terrified by that incessant sound because they knew where it came from, and they also knew what they had done. They were afraid that this monster was alive and wanted revenge.

She approached the man who seemed to be immersed in his busy solving puzzles so that the streaks of thought on his forehead could be clearly seen. Regardless of manners, Hilda took a few puzzle pieces and put them together in the blanks. Sure enough, the pieces of the puzzles were a perfect match. The man’s head shot up and threw a sharp glare at Hilda who continued to quickly complete the puzzle, until all the pieces were in their proper place and there was a picture of a Summer Breeze view as seen from the hills.

More specifically, it had morphed into an unimaginable horror. Jemma saw it clearly. Far in the distance, there was a red blaze that seemed to flare up in the darkness of the night—a fire. It was like a devil's tongue licking the night sky with terrifying arrogance. Jemma's heart raced. Each beat echoed in her ears as the horrific sight unfolded before her eyes, revealing the worst possible scenario. The fear bit deep. The terror began to engulf her, and the first thing Jemma did was retrieve Usher, who was sleeping in the crib. She checked to make sure Usher was okay and then held him tightly.

Hazel felt its presence before she saw it. It had been strangely lurking around but she could not see it —till she did. An image began to form in her eyes. The image had extra long hands which were longer than its legs and were scraggly. Its head was a misshapen square with eyes that had no eyelids and brows. As if that was not enough horror, the appearance had a mouth that had teeth poking out with no lips, a nose that seemed to be missing half the flesh on its left nostril, and hair which were mere wisps.

The couch was charred, clearly having been set on fire, and sat hap hazardously with one side lifted on the upside-down entertainment center, the back cushions missing. Every drawer was open and thrown across the room as if a poltergeist had come through with a fury. The contents were scattered around, littering the ground and mixed with the shards of glass from the demolished windows. My chest dropped as the realization that I had been wrong sank in. All this time, I had been chasing the wrong person, and now another council member was either in danger or dead. As much as I hated her and wished for her to be replaced on the council or for her to die, seeing the horror of the crime scene mad

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•