Horror Mystery Novels & Stories

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

He said dismissively. I ran to my room and start crying. Then I drifted to sleep, with my backpack still on my back. Just when I closed my eyes, I saw him. The Mysterious Boy, he was in my dream, staring at me. He was putting on the same black hoodie. The hood covered most part of his face. His eyes were red, he looked like a vampire. "What do you want?" I asked, shuddering with fear. He said nothing, he just stared at me.

It echoed from the depths of the palace, growing louder with each passing second. A cold sweat coated my brow as the realization set in: we were not alone. Something sinister lurked within the shadows, ready to strike. The cliffhanger hung in the air, leaving us suspended in a moment of terror and anticipation, unsure of what horrors awaited us just beyond the veil of darkness.

Saying that the inspector left the house. All three friends are in Mack’s house. They were playing dart and were talking loudly. “Hey guys, summer vacation is near,” said Mack. “Yeah. Do you have any specific plan on that vacation? asked Ron. “Yeah, a silly one, a silly one to disclose the mystery of the lake” replied Jerry. He also added “This is not a silly tour rather it is a stupid plan to spoil our vacation. You know few death incidents happed due to the lake and also how far we can go!” Ron’s dart hit the center of the dart board and he shouted yah! “What nonsense are you talking about? I do not want to spoil my vacation with this. I have a plan to visit some place in this vacation wit

The puzzle of this barbarity unsettled me, a rare crack forming in the otherwise composed facade I wore. The moon, an impassive observer, hung aloft in the night sky, casting its indifferent light upon the unfolding horror. A disquieting sensation gripped me, a nagging suspicion that we were being manipulated, that an insidious malevolence had emerged from the very depths of the shadows, evading rational explanation.

Maybe if I phrased my questions carefully, Viktor might slip up and reveal a clue. Speaking of mysteries, I glanced at the TV only to recoil instantly. The men had chosen the movie, of course a full-blown horror flick with massacres, blood, guts, and a helpless heroine who spent most of her time screaming and wandering around in the storm. I shook my head. Seriously, who acts that clueless? Another bloodcurdling scream pierced the speakers, and I could practically see the mutilated body parts on the screen without even looking. This genre was torture. Why did every man I knew seem to love gore? Couldn't they appreciate a romantic comedy for once? A little meet-cute, some cute misunderstandin

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.

Hollis**** The mansion’s corridors were a labyrinth of decay, reeking of mildew and forgotten secrets. Each step echoed like a distant scream, and the oppressive silence wrapped around us like a predator waiting to strike. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the stench of rot, and every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I kept my grip firm on Hailey’s hand, her warmth grounding me even as icy dread crept further into my soul.

So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares. So, come and follow your fears and mysteries in the midst of a great turnaround of events, between victims, the police and the crimes of the night, monsters and beasts of the underworld, beings of darkness that prowl the night. Between disappearances, supernatural beings, revenge of spirits, tales of death and rebirth, tracing a line from the world of darkness, the lands of rain... 22 hours at night. It was the dark New Year's Eve, the weekend night during All Saints' Day.

I was in the wrong game? This was a horror game, not an otome romance? In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.