Horror Plot Novels & Stories

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

In Aethelburg, the people lived in terror and grief. Beyond Aethelburg, hordes of refugees swarmed the roads and resorted to cannibalism, with corpses littering the land. All of it was born from King Ragnar's reign. Why did such an incompetent and ruthless man, who slaughtered the innocents, deserve a chance to atone for his crimes? My eyes burned red as I fixed the system with a deadly glare. It seemed to notice and asked in a cold, electronic voice. "Player 26, would you like to enter the scenario block?"

I could feel something staring at me from the darkness behind my back. “He’s here…” I forced myself to stay calm long enough to ask, “Who?” “The boss. The most terrifying existence in the horror game.” I nearly forgot how to breathe. My head turned, mechanically, like rusted machinery grinding into motion. In the distance stood a man dressed in black robes. Half of his face was hidden beneath a bronze mask as he silently watched us. Every step he took caused the mandrake flowers embroidered on the curtains to glow brighter. By the time he got to the center of the stage, black-red liquid began dripping from the flowers, releasing a thick metallic stench into the air. With a raise of his hand,

"Why ask when the answer's so obvious?" Afro chortled. The two factions, which had been at each other's throats just moments earlier, now had a unified purpose. "Are you sure?" I confirmed. At that moment, I felt like I was the kindest boss in any horror scenario that ever existed. I reminded them, time and time again, but no one believed me.

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

She panicked and dashed towards the door and opened it. She was strucked by the turmoil of terror outside. Everyone was running and crying as the grasses grow violently and wrapped them on the ground. There were large wolves cornering people. Some lay on the ground, unconscious and a girl with a red auburn hair blew out pink fumes from her mouth, knocking everyone out. There were arrows flying in the air like birds and hitting people. There were also rocks flying around, knocking people out. There were humans with wings flying above like huge birds and they were hauling people to the sky and dropping them to the ground. They were laughing as the people around them were wailing. Serra just st

Yet, he paused for a moment while knitting his brows. |Wait, why does it smells like some kind of rotting flesh and not muddy smell?| He questioned himself after noticing the oddness in the pungent smell. Then, he scanned further on the pavement floors. Sistela suddenly screamed out.

“But we haven’t changed much as a basic organism. We’re still hardwired for conflict and adversity, we just don’t face it much these days, thanks to all our modern amenities. We still need someplace to channel those primal urges, that’s what horror is for. I mean, I bet the stories that cavemen told around the fire were all about gruesome fights with cave bears or vengeful spirits and stuff. The ancient Greeks certainly liked a bit of gore, if I think back to my classics lessons.” “That’s what I’m talking about,” said Sam, putting down the bong and blowing out a big cloud of smoke. “The sort of people who think horror is little better than porn, are also the sort of people that think tragedy

It gave us enough time to plan everything. There was a sharpening feeling of pangs in my stomach as I played the execution of our plan over and over in my head. The most of it was brought by fact that I was to act alone and Billy will only provide transport to and from the battlefield. I had to be scared. I was just a girl who came to the world class African city to enrich my mind with knowledge and make my family proud. Not to kill people. Immediately I thought of the reward. As sickening as it sounds, me being able to secure Billy as my boyfriend and MINE alone gave me enough courage and will to want to get rid of the problem. I deleted the fear from my mind by placing Billy’s face in it.

Just before she passed out she saw the caption under flickering, “they’re watching you. They’re waiting for you.” The forest was more frightening. Nina was horrified at what she had seen. She began to feel it deep in the dark terrifying feelings she had been getting in the forest. It was getting worse and worse every time. She couldn't imagine, only imagined because it’s getting closer to her, to whatever it is that it wants. She felt the dark horror flood over her and she began walk away from the place, she kept walking and walking.