Horror Papyrus Novels & Stories

He wanted to run but he felt like he was paralyzed to the ground, spellbound by the terror that held him, fear taking over him as his soul was chilled at the sight of the horrific face in front of him. The eerie smile on the figure’s face was one he would never forget even in death. . . *Morning* . ~~Sky Hepburn~~ Arranging my things in my bag, I zipped it up slanging it over my shoulder finally ready to go to school. “Noona?”. I called out loud for my grandmother as I walked out of my room heading to the sitting room. Yes The t.v was left on but she wasn’t there. Hearing a sound from the kitchen, I concluded she must be there then.

It's going to be a short work. 4. It's the author's first attempt at horror and this kind of genre. Apologies if it sounded like a comedy, I'm not trying to make it a comedy. Pinky promise. 5. Author has many more works, check out her website, Youtube, discord and all for more. Insanity is her inspiration. 6. This is a collab work with Goodgrief Sausagepen. Goodgrief is the Main Writer.

My mouth simply hangs open- my mind blurs as blood drips from my hands at the sight. Selene. Selene! Eyes of crimson peer through the darkness under the hold. Thin, long, dark claws elongate, scratching the wood as the creature emerges. A creature of skin and bones, of shadow and chaos. It stands taller than I have ever seen, switching from all fours to its two feet. It unfurled, fangs revealed as it growled. Drenched in blood, skin, and things only found within. Horror - complete and utter horror. I feel my heart give out. My soul leaves my body. Every man who sees it forgets the storm.

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

All the doors on the first floor started slamming open and shut. Mike and Susan were holding each other tight in abject terror, eyes wide open jumping from one slamming door to the next. “Library, please!” I called out, leaving the east parlor toward the other end of the hallway. The slamming stopped, and my footsteps weren’t the only ones creaking on the floorboards. The library door opened for me and closed again. For the first time ever, I felt the electricity in the air all those Youtubers talked so much about. I realized it mean upset or angry ghosts around.

Should it be Lucas who looked like he could snap my neck or Eric who I had used? Getting back to my room, I saw Hayley with that book again, it was as if she was obsessed with it. Seeing me, she immediately closed it. The bold words ‘Initium omnia’ stared back at me. Lucas had said it meant “‘beginning of all”. The heavy leather binding book seemed to pulse with hidden energy, as if alive. Hayley got a call, leaving the room. Seizing my opportunity, I opened the book. The first word I saw was “vampires.” “Vampires?! I whispered, shocked. The book talked about vampires and other creatures I never knew about. Then I spotted a drawing, it was a fox with nine nails. Before I could read one more

Her fingers trembled as she flipped to the familiar page where she always found his name. But the page was blank. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned another page but still, there was nothing. Then another. And another. It was empty. Panic surged through her veins. "No, no, no," she whispered, her voice shaking as she frantically turned the pages. However, her hands suddenly froze when she noticed something even more alarming. The edges of the pages were disintegrating. The parchment was crumbling and tiny specks of ash began falling onto her lap as if an invisible fire was consuming it.

Staring straight into those two bloody holes, their sanity plummeted. "Who ate my eyeball-popping candy? I'm taking an eye for an eye!" She slowly extended her hand. The player in front of her lost control, watching in terror as his own hand reached toward his eyes. The next instant, furious howling echoed again from behind. "My spicy human jerky!" The siren boss appeared at the entrance, carrying a crate of deep-sea treasure. When she saw her carefully ordered jerky trampled like trash, black mist erupted from behind her as she let out a soul-rending screech.

But as I looked around the room, my eyes caught a book on the shelf, and my feet were drawn to it before I could stop them. I took it, and it felt different from the other books I had read—too cold, too heavy for its size, as if something unpleasant clung to it. I opened it and immediately noticed that most of the pages had been ripped out violently. On the few pages that remained, I noticed what I believed was Father’s writing, like the ones he had scribbled on the scrolls and his journals. The ink strokes were frantic, the lines uneven, as if written in fear. When the goddess awakes, find her before the bloodsuckers do…

Under the blazing sun, the party walked for an entire half hour before arriving at the village square. "Is this a stone altar?" "Aren't altars par for the course when it comes to myths about the sea? What's there to be surprised about?" The party discussed amongst themselves carefully, before Afro exclaimed, "Wait, that altar isn't made of stones, it's made of human skulls! Wasn't this supposed to just be an A-ranked dungeon? How did so many people die here?" At the center of the square stood a massive watchtower built entirely from human bones.