Novel & Cerita Horror S

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Her room was dark and with the dark clouds covering up the moon and blocking its light to reach the face of earth, it was way too dark to be able to see with a pair of normal eyes. Sora was clutching onto the red velvet blanket against her chest, she looked at the door. Every passing second was increasing the horror in her chest. She laid back down on the bed. She tried to close her eyes but her eyelids just wouldn't budge. Then all of a sudden, she heard the door of her bedroom open. “Loid!” She whimpered in surprise, her hand searching for the man who was supposed to be by her side at night.

I was a phantom in this world, an onlooker as I watched the inevitable happen. The flashlight in Sasha’s hands flickered, and she wailed in fright as pure darkness closed in. One second, then two—the flashlight flickered. On the third second, the screaming began. Sasha’s voice lifted to an incredible height, before gurgling and sputtering out. Horror locked me still, freezing my blood and keeping me in place. I could feel it all around me, that writhing darkness that was now responsible for the sounds of tearing flesh that filled the room.

" Did Adam forget that Yara was the most pampered youngest child in the Candra family? ---- Author’s note: -‘Om’ has the same meaning as uncle. -‘Tante’ has the same meaning as aunt. -Pill Kina are drugs to prevent or treat malaria (an endemic disease in eastern Indonesia) which is deadly,

Something terrible. My heart hammered as I turned the corner …and froze. My eyes opened. My heart stopped. There, in the center of the hall Someone lay on the ground. Bleeding. Still. Horror carved across their faces. And standing over the body Kael. But I didn’t know which one. He lifted his head slowly. His eyes glowed. And he whispered, voice raw and broken: “Rory… don’t come closer.” Which Kael stands before her lover or monster?

Hector announced, his voice carrying an almost theatrical pride that made Saraya’s stomach twist in disgust and fear. “Bu… bu… t… he is a vampire, and you… you are a demon,” she stammered, unable to hide the tremor in her voice. Her mind was racing. Every horrific story Hector had told her, every act of cruelty, suddenly crystallized into this new revelation. Hector chuckled, a low, chilling sound that sent shivers down her spine. Peter, too, chuckled, a cold, sharp laugh that sounded utterly devoid of empathy. Saraya felt bile rise in her throat.

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

The quarter was as silent as a graveyard when we stormed in around 6:05 pm. Hilda was feeding on a flute of blood and her hands were balled into fists. "I know you are stressed at the moment but two emotions aid a supernatural to feed of the strength of the beast from within." Suzy walked towards Hilda and raised her chin to face her. "Fear of the unknown and anger." I butted in, clearing the junks on a table, and inserted the printed diagram on the table with a thud.

Sorah's POV. - He's a Vampire. I remain still as stone, eyes tearing wider as a tremendous bout of fear I never felt before increasingly dawns on my being. I feel cold, the air feels stuffy and thick, I can’t respire and my heart is implosive chaos.

Sarah turned to her computer, she felt strange, not only Gloríe had realized that there was something different in her, Sarah was living it in her own flesh. Ever since Sarah was little she had experienced nightmares with paranormal things that caused her fear, but the biggest one was the thought of vampires, she always dreamed that she died in the hands of a vampire that sucked her blood and left her body out in the open, The thought of that gave her chills, and her skin bristled all over, but more disturbing was the fact that her boss was one, but not one that wanted to clamp itself around her neck and suck her blood, but one that caused her the most sinful thoughts.