Horror New Novels & Stories

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

But who knew that the fantasy romance novel would suddenly get turned into a horror novel. 'Halloween's Party', a game where selected people gets chosen to participate in a supernatural survival game. Those selected people are called as the ‘Players’. It is said that if you complete and clear 'Halloween's Party' you will get what you desire. No matter the wealth, beauty, power or even immortality.

“Don’t worry about it, please. Just come to work early tomorrow, please?” She nodded slowly. “Okay. Let’s watch a horror film!” My eyes narrowed at her. “You like scary movies?” She grinned and nodded proudly at me. “Duh? Who doesn’t like scary films?” “W-well…” I shrugged and cleared my throat as I continued browsing on a random website. I cringe as gory film posters greeted my eyes after I clicked on the horror genre. Juno scooted closer to me, watching my moves like a curious cat. I glared at her before pushing the laptop back to her lap.

Horror struck me like lightning, and I knew then that my worst fears had come true - my old pack and family had been brutally wiped out. “Hallie get back here now.” Hugh ordered me as he and Alpha Arnie chased after me, attempting to calm me down, but it was too late. I was already consumed by a need to uncover the truth. Ignoring their calls, I sprinted onward, disappearing into the maze of corridors within Moonstone Manor. Each corner I turned revealed more and more lifeless bodies, my heart breaking with every sight. The hallways felt suffocating, as though every step I took was leading me deeper into a twisted nightmare.

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

I reply. “But of course.” Jim smiles. I smile at Brady. He raises his eyebrows. “Hey who's up for a movie?” Jim asks. “I’m in.” Tammy replies. “Brady?” I ask. “Sure, why not?!” He agrees. “Ok we're in.” I reply. “Great there’s a new horror out. I know how much you love them. And don't worry I'll be there for you to grab my arm when you get scared!” Jim laughs.

Baron made a funny face and went to his room "Won't you come get a hug, sweetheart?" Dawn called "Leave me alone!!" Baron shouted from his room, feigning anger. Over dinner that night, Juana was moody. As much as she loved and enjoyed celebrating birthdays, she was afraid. It was a regular thing for her to see something mysterious on the right preceding her birthday.

Heather screamed as the dreaded liquid entered her mouth, and she puked. Gathering her energy, she called for the intruder. “Who is there?” The footsteps rushed on the floor above her. Heather heard them clearly. She opted to analyze where they went. ‘Was someone conspiring to kill her?’ She mused. Eager to find the culprit, she signed her fear away for the night and ambled ahead into the harrowing tragedy awaiting her. The sky thundered, but Heather kept going forward with short and hesitant steps, her maxi dress flew with the breeze. Holding the sides in her fists, she continued her mission to search for the terror that surrounded the mansion. She scrutinized every nook and corner. Her hea

The scene at the Gables’ porch was no longer a private tragedy. The initial, piercing scream had acted like a grim summons, pulling people from their homes and their morning routines. They gathered in a loose, hesitant semicircle, a silent, growing audience to the horror. The air, once fresh with the promise of dawn, was now thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low, anxious hum of murmured voices. Faces, pale and drawn in the morning light, were etched with a familiar dread—the kind that came from knowing that no walls, no matter how well-fortified, could ever truly keep the darkness out.