Horror Mystery の小説・ストーリー

What if he sees you and comes after you? “Oh, Lauren, you dummy,” she moaned. She hadn’t thought this through at all. She’d only been thinking that two murders happened in the forest a few days ago, not that the murderer might be hanging around looking for more victims. If Miranda had been with her, she would have laughed her head off and told Lauren that in horror movies the killer always came back for more. But Lauren didn’t like the kind of horror movies Miranda liked. She didn’t mind being scared and she liked things with creepy atmosphere, but she didn’t like to see a bunch of girls getting cut up by a madman with a knife. At least that was what it seemed all those movies were about.

"I'm kidding. Isn't it obvious? From the name I gave you. It tells how I see at you. Until now. That I realize you're just normal in your own way and very cool too. That's so charming. I bet if any woman sees this sight of you. She'll die for you. But, then. You have a dark sight of you. That no one will want to stay with you if they find out. No one will tolerate being tormented by A d r I a n." I said and his gaze soften as he stared at me "Can we go now?" I said and he said "Sure." he stood up and lifted me up in his arms as we went to the living room. It's been long I watched Tv. He put on Netflix. As we watched Horror films. I love horror films. but if you off the lights now. Trust me,

I asked so he wouldn't feel like he was talking to a ghost. He shrugged. "Sunsets are mysterious. The way darkness slowly creeps over the horizon gives me a sense of mystery." His eye bore into me. Strange as it may seem, his gaze didn't make me uneasy. "And I've always been fascinated with mysteries. I love things that puzzle and confuse me." I swallowed a lump. The sun hitting his face emphasizes his features, and if it's a crime to say that he looks majestic at this moment, then I plead guilty. "I love things that make me question my sanity."

I went to the living room and, as expected, found the pair of underwear I was looking for in his bag. Downstairs, I called my best friend. "Help me look up someone. I have shopping records." I started the car, planning to visit the real estate office to check on property transactions. Suddenly, I felt something sharp poking at me from underneath the seat. I reached down and pulled out a black lace bra. Clearly, it matched the underwear. This car was usually Milton's—since I worked near home, I usually took the subway. This meant their entanglement that night had probably started in this very car.

You would’ve still be alive. And now, what do you want him to do, just what Lucas! He place it back on the shelf. And turn to glance at Beryl who was cowering beside the door. Her feet were shaking and she was all sweaty. She hadn’t thought it would be this scary. There were skeletons at the door. Blood on the doorpost. What did all that mean, there was a half dried thing, looking like a human beside the door. And a cloak was covering the bed. This was just his study what would the basement look like or his lab. How did he get to study with all these creepy things staring at him.

I said, masking my concern. “It’s as good of place to start as any, I guess.” Cas nodded. “I can help, too.” Kali said, quietly. The tension in the air was vibrating at what we’d just discussed as we all glanced at one another. Over the next few days, we dove into the books and the mythology of any and all monster lore we could find. We read about everything from banshees to wendigos, but nothing really seemed to fit just right. The blood drinking was throwing us off. Whatever it was, it was elusive, deadly, and rare.

I couldn’t sense the movement of leaves at every tree branch and that, everything seemed to be lifeless on the beach. It was the kind of night that was bleak, dark, mysterious and all I could see was complete darkness where something would be expected to suddenly come out of nowhere. The kind of night that I would rather stay in the room with closed glass doors and curtains. I could hear some grunts that I didn’t even know where it came from. I had an insight that I would lose myself out of control if I continued staring at the darkness as if trying to figure out what exactly it was.

He still warned them, and he was ready to walk out of the forest, but when he was just about to step out of the woods, he was bounced back; he felt weird and again tried to walk, but still, he was bounced back. He felt horror, and an alarming bell rang in his mind. He knows there have always been rumors about this forest in the city, But he never paid attention to that; after all, who can say how much truth would those rumors hold, Because of that, he would always laugh and dismiss those words, Like, 'Something is going on in this forest, and if anyone enters the sunset, those people will never come out alive.' 'There is a monster residing in this forest, which eats humans'

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

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!