Novel & Cerita Horror Online Stories

Alexis sadly shook his head. "People are flocking to the Canadian border because they somehow think Supernaturals don't exist in Canada," I said, "and Vampire Councils are losing control of their territories. Some are killing their rivals while Master Vampires have had to take the law into their own hands to maintain order. It's utter chaos!" Tales of what had happened in Epic Cu was already spreading across the Vampire world. Those Councils we had told about our origins were now safe to speak the truth. While there was excitement among the Vampires, there was only fear among humans.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

[Welcome, players, to the SSS-level horror dungeon: Office Tower Urban Legends. [Dungeon rule: Lying is forbidden. Anyone who lies dies instantly. [Starting players: Ten. [Clear objective: Figure out why everyone in this building lost their memories. Restore all memories to beat the dungeon. [All ten players confirmed. Seven days left until New Year's Eve. Clear the dungeon before then. [Have fun.] A cold, robotic voice crackled in my ear. I had literally just finished sending in a vacation request, and the next second, I got dragged straight into a horror game.

Death awaits you, your darkest pleasures hitchhiked on the highway. On a rainy night at the police station between highways, reservations, between the mountains, following a highway, amidst the crimes of the dawn, among the nights of stars, among the crimes, the policemen death asked for a ride; Being that it's a collection of vampire/werewolf stories, investigation. Several horror tales, among several characters that pass through the city of Lovecraft County. So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares.

Others sound like the beginning of horror novels. I drag a hand down my face with a quiet sigh. It’s like trying to find truth in fog. I click on another link. More confusion. A forum of self proclaimed “paranormal experts” debating everything from moonstones to blood rituals to royal bloodlines. My eyes skim paragraph after paragraph but none of it helps. If anything, the internet is only adding to the unease curling in my chest.

“I can see you a lot better this way. So, why can’t you sleep?” I positioned my phone on the stand near my lamp, holding myself on my side. “I hate storms like this. Always have.” Just as I said that, a crack of lightning shot blue across my window, making me squeal. “Sorry. Storms make me jumpy. I’m not used to being alone like this during one.” “I’m sure. You can talk to me for as long as you’d like. I’m just up preparing for a case.” “Oh? Well, get some rest. I won’t disturb you.”

I've been married for seven years. Seven years of being a good wife. A good mother to my two beautiful daughters. Seven years of pretending everything is fine. That I'm satisfied. That my libido isn't screaming for more than what I'm getting at home. People hate cheating spouses online. They judge. They condemn. They act like they're so morally superior. But in real life nobody really minds. Not when they understand. Not when they know the reason. And I have a reason. A valid reason if anyone actually cared to ask.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

--- In the system lobby. The broadcast screen lit up with a new announcement. [S-Rank Dungeon “Mental Asylum” is now permanently sealed.] On the forums, players were already snickering. [Knew it.] [What is wrong with this girl? Every dungeon she clears gets locked afterward.] [She’s basically Conan in an infinite-world novel. Every horror dungeon’s worst nightmare.] [I still don’t get why that anomaly said “sorry” to her at the end.] [Forget sorry—how did he even know about Rose Manor?!]