Horror Papyrus Novels & Stories

I half chuckled “Leda. Just Leda, and it's perfect, thank you Mathias.” I pulled the first file toward me and flicked it open. The pages spilled out; several handwritten documents and black and white photographs of dying/dead figures; some of whom looked practically decomposed. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat and closed my eyes. “Hence my concern Leda. These victims do not die quickly – it's horrific.” He quietly flicked the file closed. “Are there different levels of vampire then?” “What do you mean?” “You said those like the grey guy-”

A specific section caught my attention. ‘ Werewolves and shapeshifters hate camphor. They cannot tolerate its smell. It doesn’t harm them but does keep them away.’ It would be very easy to slip a few camphor tablets into Alex’s clothes but I had to confirm it with Eric. I walked into the living room to find Eric engrossed reading a very old manuscript. The pages were made of papyrus sheets and the script was so ancient that I had no clue what it was about. “ Eric….”

I’d heard there were places where you could rent the tapes for a lot less than what they cost to buy, but it hadn’t changed my mind. I started towards the doorway with the curtain but stopped short by the tapes next to it. This section was at least twice the size of all the others. The covers of these boxes were all screams and knives. Bloody chainsaws and heaving breasts. The sign resting here was carefully drawn in black gothic type letters, each dripping red: “Horror.” Hanging by a piece of tape off every other shelf were letter-sized flyers exactly like the ones that man was putting on windshields out at the Farm and Fleet. I peeled one off to get a closer look.

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

DARIUS POV Scraps of paper are flying all around me. Splintered furniture is scattered all over the floor. Dust particles from the wall being punched repeatedly fill the air. My office is no longer a quiet sanctuary; it is a portal of chaos and fury. I can’t stop. I need to destroy everything. If I stop, I will feel everything.

J Jeannine jerked from the vision, once again back on the Sultana. “You don’t remember that last bit, do you?” said Papa Nightmare. “The New York papers had a field day with the story. ‘Horror in the Stacks’ was the headline. They said they found books on New Orleans state law strewn around the remains. Which, of course, told us all who was responsible.” Papa Nightmare finally walked into Jeannine’s line of sight. “You get it now, little plaçage, don’t you?” “What . . . what am I supposed to get?”

I was thankful I decided to braid my hair back as I slipped past the splintered door, and I was also glad that I refused to eat breakfast before coming out here because if I had, the contents of my stomach would be greeting me right now. The smell hit me first, rotting flesh and bile. It took everything in me to stop myself from gagging. My eyes burned, and the discarded bodies discarded on the floor like worthless garbage would haunt me for the rest of my life. Dried blood painted the walls, floors, and ceilings. And I swore if I listened hard enough, I could still hear the screams of the dead bouncing off the walls as Winston killed them one by one. The bodies were all so mutilated there w

I cover a baking sheet with frozen chicken strips and French fries as Perry and Harper search for a movie to watch on the TV. Perry wants to put on Saw while Harper deems it too horrific. "I watched Halloween," he argues. "It's worse than Halloween." I agree, calling from the kitchen, "No Saw." Perry groans. "Look, there's Paranormal Activity." Harper points out. "You haven't seen that; it's about ghosts. You love ghosts, right?"

Total party wipe incoming. Before long, it was time to choose rooms. Elaine explained that while no one had ever cleared this scenario, past players had figured out a few things. The building had thirty floors, one apartment per floor, and only one player could stay in each. “Happy Home,” she continued, was actually a role-playing horror scenario. Each apartment housed strange entities that would act as your family or loved ones. So, seven days of living together with them? There was no way your Fear Value wouldn’t spike.