Horror Of All Time Novels & Stories

“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.”

"Bro, what do you want?... Girls or boys?" Mikhail shrugged. "Whatever is in there!" Damon shook his head. "You are so boring!... Aren't you excited for genders... Marona is actually smart to keep it secret, it builds up the excitement..." "Anything! But healthy!" Mikhail chuckled. Damon rolled his eyes. "Give him two pumpkins" He told Marona and both of them laughed. All of them looked at the way towards the basement when they heard a blood curling scream. "Oh my god! Is he doing it again?"

I can say all of this because the distance between us is great. With every word I say, I keep moving back. Almost like he understands the assignment, he keeps following me, though he doesn't close the distance between us. I'm pretty convinced he's no way a he—not with his extra-white hands. I quickly dip my hands into my handbag, though my eyes never leave his gaze from the mask. Even the fearful part of his eyes that I'm seeing looks really scary; it's all black like that of people in horror movies. I'm never a fan of horror movies, but here I am, having live action. The last time I tried watching a horror movie, I couldn't sleep. Killian, who was a fan of horror movies, insisted I watch th

I take one and take a sniff of that sweet aroma that makes me think of him. "I exclusively make classic horror movies. The movie is Nightmare on Elm Street. Is that okay with you? A gummy asks around. I have a strange suspicion that the food we are eating is Edwarde-colored. "Excellent. " There is nothing except spooky dreams, knife fingers, and Freddy's messed-up visage for the next two hours. It's perfect for me and comes without any questions or small conversation.. The front door opens as the credits begin to roll, which causes me to get up from the couch. Be calm, Emily. You weren't doing improperly at all.

A horrible one as well I couldn't even understand it. I grabbed my phone from the table and checked the time it was only 3.am in the morning. I turned on the lamp and groaned in response. I couldn't fall asleep not after what I had just seen. I don't think I'll ever watch another horror movie ever again. I got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. I made myself a warm glass of milk and drank it quietly. I was scared. Scared that my darkness would try to take Chelsea as well.

I say sarcastically. I frown when I look at Lucia, only to see her wide eyes looking behind me. I watch her uneasily rise to her feet, this making to follow suit. Turning around to see what she sees, the answer is a blood draining one, because it is not a what that she sees but a who, stands before us. Mr Cullen. He isn't standing too far from us and his burning gaze is set on me. I feel nauseous and dizzy and tongue tied, all at once. My lips part when he starts moving towards me, it's enough to suffocate me and my body to give way. And everything goes dark.

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.

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

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...