Horror Road Novels & Stories

As he covers his face, he looks like a lost soul wandering in haze. When he’s about to open his eyes to apologize to Serin more sincerely, the scenario he saw once in Serin’s eyes suddenly reappeared before him. A dark road, heavy rain, and there he is, crying on his knees while the fireworks from the cities scatter colorful sparks in the night sky. And the terrifying sight, blood all over his hands. He opens his eyes quickly, shocked and horrified, for the road in that scenario is the road where they are right now. It’s here. Desf Road.

I had heard a lot of horror taxi rides, but had never imagined I might have one such story. “Uh, sir, you're going in the wrong direction,” I point out, my voice shaking. “No I am not,” he replies. I can feel my heart pounding so loud that I can hear it in my head. “I---Is this a shortcut to Wendy’s Diner?” I ask. We are now on a dusty road that has no sign of life or traffic on it. It looks rather deserted, like the kind of roads you would expect to see in horror films without lights or traffic signals.

She was always dotting on her husband and son. Today was no exception for the workers. As soon as the alarms started ringing, mops, lawmowers and bleaches were out. Morison, one of the workers was headed to the garage to start his daily wash when he heard a sound that was not supposed to be there. Curious, he stopped walking and listened. The sound was coming from the other side of the gate. Armed with the remote and the curiosity of a cat, he opened the gate.

Someone finally couldn't handle the sight anymore and stumbled aside to throw up, while another broke into panicked, helpless sobs. My hands trembled slightly, and my face was deathly pale. I was one of the calmer ones, but there was no denying that I was just a high school student. It all started yesterday, during our class trip. The bus plunged over a cliff, and we woke up to find ourselves here. A system appeared before us. It told us we were dead and that clearing this game, The Tyrant's Atonement, was our only way back. It was a game where we could choose our roles.

It wasn’t a busy road to begin with but tonight it seemed eerily empty. They had only been driving for 20 minutes when they heard a loud howl in the distance. Then Alys watched in horror as Cody’s car came flying out from a small deer path just off the road to smash into the first car sending it across the street slamming it into the trees on the other side. Shelley and Mark slammed on the brakes and they drove across the road to the two cars. Cody’s car still had its tires spinning, pinning the other car against the trees as if someone had the car pedal all the way to the floor.

And Sirens, who can sing with the power that Zoe wields, are unique. I look at Zoe’s slight form with concern. Her chest rises and falls slowly. Her skin is pale, and there are shadows beneath her eyes. She looks fragile, and it angers me that she had to go through this. I turn on my floodlights to get a better look at the wet, darkened road. It had rained earlier in the day. The road is quiet and empty, giving out an ominous feel. I maneuver the Road Runner swiftly down the darkened road as I make my way home. Unfortunately, I’m so caught up on what to do about Zoe that I don’t see the dark figure standing in the middle of the road until it’s too late. Without a thought, I turn the wheel to

After around fifteen minutes, the car ahead exits the city, heading into the countryside. The roads are still lined with houses; though they’re much further apart than in the suburbs. Almost all are decked out for Halloween, with plastic skeletons, tombstones and inflatable horrors of every description populating well-manicured front lawns. Because of the lack of traffic along the road, I suggest Vulk should back off when the car in front pulls off the road and up a small dirt driveway to a house.

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.

Welcome to Jolly Road. Raverine read the huge and torn billboard on top of an under-construction building. Rustic beauty and some vintage aesthetic would be its description for tourists, but eerie and deadly for someone who lives for a long time near this road. It’s the road of the dead, mourning souls, and a hideout of evil. Raverine parked his car beside a street light that emits a flickering, low light. He turned off the engine of his car and examined the sidewalks. Raverine looked for his gun underneath his car's passenger seat and tucked it into the right side of his jeans.

I asked myself anxiously. I took a deep breath and started walking according to the map. As I reached halfway to his house, I began walking on Mile road, which is the scariest road of Herington. I picked up speed and walked briskly to reach to the end of that road. As I took out my phone to check the location once again, I heard a loud noise. It was a howl. I trembled and my phone fell down. It was a doleful cry that I have never heard before. I couldn’t take a step ahead and stood there stunned.