Horror Road Novels & Stories

“You have no idea how many horror movies start this way.” I grinned. “Yeah, but we’re the hot protagonists. We survive until at least the sequel.” “That’s not reassuring,” he muttered, but he didn’t tell me to turn around. Victory. The road was bumpy, narrow, and full of trees that looked like they definitely whispered secrets after midnight. But then, like a scene straight out of a cheesy postcard, it opened up to this small, empty beach cove. The sand was kind of rocky, but the water sparkled under the afternoon sun like it was trying to impress us.

I’ve decided on Oklahoma City and I'm using mom’s laptop to try to find a cheap place to stay. I might already have a job. The black escalade was gone when we left the funeral home and I haven’t seen it since. There hasn’t been any strangeness going on with Brodie and Wyatt, so it must have been my anxiety causing me to be suspicious. They had no idea about Rob or Wyatt would be in my face about it. I still haven’t contacted Rob. I don’t have it in me to deal with him and I want to enjoy my time away from him and not have him ruining it.

The thought of my life, or someone in my skin felt terrifying, but the final thing is that I’m being sold or shipped or whatever. We drove for what felt like an eternity, the road unwinding before us, as the darkness slowly gave way to a bruised purple sky on the horizon, the first hint of coming light. The miles flew by, each one taking me further away from the nightmare of the farmhouse, but closer to the unknown horror that awaited me. I watched the landscape change through the window while the passing world felt so indifferent and in a more heartbreaking way. Trees blurring into abstract shapes, occasional lights from distant houses, the gradual appearance of other vehicles as dawn appro

It seems like the bones are cracking and the body give a ear-splitting screech which make Heather cover her ears to avoid a bleed and turn to the body shock to see the person is not dead. Heather get up on her feet and move back as the body begin to move his body like a zombie from movies. Scared out of her mind, Heather run back to her car and ignite the car reversing back and make an escape. Heather drive back home and get out of the car with her whole body trembling from the horror she has just witnessed. The door is not locked like she believe it will be so she make her way in and rush to the toilet before anyone could see the blood on her jeans.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Ang ikalima ay Western-inspired – kahawig nito ang white palace sa Lord of the Rings at makikita sa loob ang mga characters sa Autopsy of Jane Doe, Saw, Wrong Turn, Insidious, Conjuring, Jack the Ripper, mga halimaw sa Resident Evil at iba pa. Ito ang location ng photoshoot para sa poster at ilang eksena ng movie ni Blue entitled “Scared to Love You”. Tungkol ito sa isang lalaking natakot nang magmahal at nagawang maka-move on sa nakakatuwa at nakakatakot na paraan sa tulong ng kaluluwa ng isang babaeng na-comatose kaso sumasapi sa katawan ng kanyang ex-girlfriend. Nang nakapasok na siya sa loob, he was breathless and panting.

Once it straightened out, it stretched for miles, eventually merging with Route 201. The section of road Rosette was interested in bordered the interstate. The interstate was sparsely traveled at night, making it easy for vehicles to slip through the trees and merge onto the highway. As she approached the road, a pungent odor hit her: a blend of fear and pack blood. There were male scents mixed in, but she didn't recognize them. Opening her mental connection to Kyle, she heard him dispatch everyone in her direction.

“Damn it!” I dropped my head to the steering wheel and took a minute to feel sorry for myself as I imagined the six-o’clock news headline, “Young woman murdered after car breaks down in sketchy area of Portland. It’s surprising since she comes from law-enforcement royalty. Another statistic? It certainly looks that way.”

"Let her go? In her dreams! Just let that tramp and her family die there! Rosalin is feeling unwell. She needs me. Don't call me unless there's an emergency." Then, he hung up the call. My mother was so furious her face flushed red. She wanted to yell at Jonathan, but her tears came first. "Did we murder or commit arson? Why the hell is Jonathan doing this to my daughter?" I started feeling dizzy. I wanted to ask the same question too. Right at that moment, Dr. Dunn yelled, "We need to rescue him first!" In the car, my father had started vomiting a large amount of blood. Francis could not dodge in time and received a mouthful of my father's blood on his face.