Horror Monologues Novels & Stories

“don’t you remember begging for death? “ he says coldly with a sneer .Leaving me shivering on the spot . Just as I remembered ,cold and detached ,his voice laced with a hint of danger and mystery that makes you crave the next words he utters more than air , His voice is so hypnotic you fall into a trance ,knowing fully well that if he demands you to jump, you would ask how high without hesitation ,ready to do anything to hear him say more no matter the consequences . “weren’t you the one that begged me to end your life the last time we met and now here you are” “didn't get anyone to kill you huh Monella, still up for it ,because right now I am feeling pretty generous,I am ready to grant your

Such a relentless, remorseless pursuer is hell-bent on painting these slimy trails with my blood could not possibly be avoided by any amount of flying or forest craft. How about you? I detested the shaking that accompanied those frantic words as they came out, taking away any chance of coming off as dishonest or confident. I could smell their conviction as vividly as the copper tang of my growing panic; the creatures had already isolated me as carrion ready to be devoured. The leading monster glanced at its companion subtly, then burst into a horrifying imitation of amusement, a raptor-like laugh that sounded through the night like the sound of rusty metal rubbing against a stone.

Some appeared as twisted caricatures of human beings, their features warped and contorted, while others seemed to defy description, their shapes shifting and morphing in the dim, flickering light. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, as if I had stumbled into a realm where my deepest fears had taken on tangible form. Whispers, no longer unintelligible, echoed in my ears, weaving a chilling narrative of despair and dread. They spoke of forgotten sins and vengeful spirits, their words like icy tendrils creeping into my consciousness.

she demanded, her voice steady despite the palpable fear lacing her heart. With a throaty growl, the monster drew closer, revealing a face that, in its haunting visage, echoed the features of Gabriel’s pack. Her stomach twisted with a morbid realization as it inched forward, the dark hue of its fur shimmering under the blue glow. "You should know fear, little princess," it snarled, a grotesque parody of a once-humanoid voice, dripping with malice. "What you seek will come at a price, just as it has for all who bear your blood."

People will kill you over time, and how they will you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like "be realistic". -Dylan Moran. |N I C O L A S| The loud piercing scream of the man travelled to my ears, providing the extreme relief. In the shadowed recesses of the chamber, an oppressive malevolence hung thick in the air, suffocating reason and festering in the very marrow of the room. The acrid scent of fear, a tangible miasma, intermingled with the metallic tang of desperation, creating a spectral atmosphere that clawed at the edges of sanity.

He really made me tickle in places I never thought I could. ‘A girl has got to do what a girl has to do’, I convinced myself. I gathered up all the courage inside of me and I stood up. I convinced myself that it can’t be too hard. ‘After all, it is just a human being talking to another human being. It can’t be that bad... It won’t be that bad’, I thought. I had stood face to face with bad situations before, real situations. What about that time I had to defeat stage fright and say my speech in front of the entire group of parents at the parent's meeting? I was nervous but I aced it. What about that time I was chased by Uncle Pessack’s bulldog? I outran it while shouting voetsak voetsak. Anyt

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.

His eyes burned with fury as he crawled onto the bed, his face inches from hers. "No! Get away from me!" she shouted, her voice cracking in terror. Suddenly, voices filled the room. Low, chilling whispers seemed to come from every corner. Mandy’s eyes darted around, but no one was there. The voices grew louder, closer, as if the walls themselves were speaking. "Mandy... why did you kill me?" a man’s voice echoed, full of pain. "What did I ever do to you?" Mandy clutched her head, squeezing her eyes shut, her body shaking with fear. "No! I didn’t—"

This James worked the stage like a man possessed, pantomiming the lyrics of the heavy metal music with more conviction than I could imagine the actual performers could muster. After the second chorus, he slammed the microphone stand down with a bang and the music abruptly changed from the heavy metal song to a creepy pipe organ playing the bit from Phantom of the Opera followed by a mixture of hokey sound effects of wind, lightning, owls, and wolves. The TV sets blinked into motion, each displaying short flashing clips from different horror movies. Nothing but fangs and knives and screams. Bodies torn and slashed and monsters loosed upon their helpless victims. “Well, my little boils and gho

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...