Horror Oc Ideas Novels & Stories

Hendrix POV After that weirdo's silly bedtime story about end-of-the-world cults or something, I could tell Anna's resolve was breaking down. Those weird creatures and their horrifying objects were like living nightmares come true. They had twisted bodies and soulless eyes that looked right into your mind with cold malice. Their rude and inappropriate presence made me lose even my normal confidence. But giving in to fear was the first thing that led to loss. And there was no way in hell I was going to be added to Scar's crazy plan to kill people from our family tree.

"So, what movie do you want to see? A comedy like I guessed or something else?" Caraline immediately turned her back to Deric. She had no idea that the night she had been waiting for would be filled with a shitty movie. She screamed like a madman in the middle of the night, and she suddenly hugged Deric. The thing that wanted to make her faint was his hand that would mischievously touch Deric's privacy. "Wait a minute," Caraline muttered as she glanced at Deric. "If I keep watching horror movies, then I have a chance to hug and get close to Deric. That's good."

Wait and I will use a cheap knife for killing them. I stood up from the bed and go to my comfort room to pee. It’s already 3:00 am, I realized it’s the devil hour and I got up from a shitty dream. I finished peeing and immediately go to my bed. I roamed my eyes around. Ace is my next target yet I can’t finalize my plan. It was too hard to think of a successful plan how to kill them all. I am running out of ideas. I think I need to watch some suspense, mystery, thriller movies to help me give ideas. It wasn’t my intention to classify horror movies as cheap.

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

He told them and asked, "So I think..." "Action!" "Romantic!" "Animated!" They all shouted at the same time, they jointed their eyebrows and then started staring at each other's faces. Sohu opened her mouth "Seems we don't agree with each other's choice?" Kevin and Jenny nodded. "If that the case, so we should watch a horror movie because none of us has chosen it then all of us watch the horror movie," Sohu suggested. Kevin nodded but Jenny declined "Absolutely not! Last time when I watched the horror movie, I couldn't sleep all night!!"

I said, evil showing greatly in my tone. Lena's POV As we waited for them to come into the building, I brought up another good idea. I immediately told Damian about it. "Hey brother, I have another idea. Instead of showing our face to them, why don't we turn it into horror for them. With your powers you could do something that will frighten them so much," I suggested to him. He agreed to my idea immediately. I was glad that he didn't contemplate before agreeing to it. This was going to be so much fun, watching them all scared, frightened and horrified.

“But there aren’t any monsters in this movie.” “Stop doing that.” “Doing what?” “Taking everything I say literally. The monster is a metaphor okay, a metaphor for horror. I want the audience to bring the horror home with them.” “I’m sorry, I’m just not buying it. I’ve seen too many arty horror films and read too many short stories that ended inconclusively. They don’t scare me, they just leave me dissatisfied and annoyed that I’ve wasted time and money on them, when they couldn’t be bothered to tie up all the loose ends.”

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

“Supplies burned, yes. Fear sowed, yes. Symbols carved, yes. But no bodies. This could still be…cosplay. Children playing at horror stories.” Rin’s hands clenched under the table. Children playing at horror stories had nearly taken her mother’s throat. Children playing at horror stories had just carved an echo of that night into Blackmoon wood. “It could be bandits trying to scare us,” another elder said. “Or rogues remembering old power. Not a cult. Not truly.” Voran’s voice cut through, rough. “The first time,” he said, “my people thought the same. ‘Not truly.’ We thought we’d see the strike coming when it was real. We were wrong.”

“So? What’s your poison?” My eyes scanned the options. A superhero sequel, an animated comedy, a historical drama that looked painfully boring, and...The Veil, a horror movie with a poster featuring a pale, long-fingered hand reaching out of a shadow. I’d always had a love for horror. The jump scares, the palpable tension, the way you could scream in the dark and no one would think you were weird. It was the perfect release. “That one,” I said, pointing before I could second-guess myself.