Horror Papyrus Novels & Stories

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs. "What's that?" I caught myself as a heavy reek of blood filled my nose. I pulled out my phone to light the way. One glance and my blood ran cold. It was the fake officer's body. He was dead. My stomach lurched, and I retched. His eyes were wide, and he was slumped against the wall, utterly still. Blood covered him, especially across the chest, and his clothes were almost black. I must've stepped on his outstretched foot and nearly fallen. I fought down a wave of nausea, lifted my phone for light, and stepped closer to see how he'd died.

Soliaire flashes his eyes on me again this time they are bright with a fire shining inside of them, no doubt the fire he wants to burn me with. I'm paralyzed with fear as he roams his hands all over my body. It's like I'm under his spell and can't look away from his blinding gaze. "Once upon a time I knew a girl who looked just like you." His fingers are on my neck. "She wanted something only I could give and in return I asked for her soul." His hand is placed against my chest. "She gave to me willingly." He leans in to whisper in my ear. "But I doubt you would ever willingly give me anything and that's alright, I have no problem taking it from you."

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Flora felt the water on her face and realized that she had been crying. She wiped the tears of her cheeks with her hands and steadied herself by leaning on the bannister. She was still trembling and found it hard to forget what she had just witnessed. She saw the master glide across the floor towards her and Nadi and in her very eyes, she saw him transform into the hideous reptilian creature that she only thought existed in stories told her when she was a child. However, it was his final transformation when his face turned into that pallid face with burning eyes that made her tremble. Seeing those eyes only confirmed what she had tried to deny. The stories about the ember ghost were true and

Making him look like the most frightening demon that she had ever seen. She froze with shock. Horror. Revulsion. She couldn't even move. She could only stare. Her horrified reflection glinting into those black and endless pits of his. It didn't help. The fact that he was still wearing that weird dia de los muertos face paint. If anything, it even made him look all the more horrifying. More difficult to look at.

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.

A large table sat in the center, covered in maps, papers, graphs, and diagrams scattered like someone had been frantically working. The air smelled of old paper and something sharp, almost like blood. We crowded around the table, my eyes drawn to the strange drawings. The diagrams showed creatures,bhuman-like but wrong, with long fangs, or claws too sharp for any wolf. My breath caught as I read the handwritten notes: Hybridization Process: Wolf Blood Integration. Words like “vampire” and “Dracula strain” were scrawled everywhere, alongside charts about mixing wolf blood to create a hybrid, half wolf, half something monstrous.

*The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* The pungent smell of blood was what jolted them awake, apart from the smell of blood, there was an overpowering smell of stench and rot, just inhaling this smell made them want to throw up. " Aaaaargh!" Kylie shrieked in horror at the pile of rotting bodies piled up beside them, some of them had began to decompose and some were merely a pile of bones, she shrieked again as a group of insects crawled upon her legs.

Aurora’s P.O.V Lucas's voice rose in a low, guttural chant, each word curling in the air like tendrils of dark energy, wrapping themselves around the room. Then Harmona joined him, her voice softer but no less potent. She lifted the colander high, and the thick crimson liquid sloshed within it, reflecting the dim light with an ominous sheen. The sight of my own blood swirling in that vessel sent a fresh wave of dread rolling through me, but the real horror was the sun—partially eclipsed, casting long, eerie shadows that flickered along the walls like ghosts waiting to pounce.