Horror Sans Novels & Stories

But, no matter how hard he convinces himself, the fear of losing his only son haunts him constantly. When the visiting hour is up, Larry came home with a bottle of cheap rum. He drunk everything even though he doesn't really know how to drink alcoholic beverages. Even when he was young, he never really learned how to be a cool kid. --------------------- "Hello, Mr. Swanson. Good evening!" One of the high school student greeted Robert when he entered the Sunnyville Milkshake shop. He was about to grab some dinner when he saw the bullies drinking milkshakes together. They are all having fun after classes, all while one of the schoolmates is in the hospital.

It didn’t take him more than a second to realize the fear he encountered before, was something from the known. ‘How many ghosts were going to appear tonight?’ A penetrating sound echoed. Matt slammed his palms against his ears, looking further at the demon whose sewed mouth had been cut open, but the weapon was nowhere to be found. Gaping at what was thought to be the standard moment, he watched the unsealed lips turn icy cold and black, a humorless laughter flooded out from his pungent mouth, saliva being splashed at him screaming ‘deadly murder.’

The scene at the Gables’ porch was no longer a private tragedy. The initial, piercing scream had acted like a grim summons, pulling people from their homes and their morning routines. They gathered in a loose, hesitant semicircle, a silent, growing audience to the horror. The air, once fresh with the promise of dawn, was now thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low, anxious hum of murmured voices. Faces, pale and drawn in the morning light, were etched with a familiar dread—the kind that came from knowing that no walls, no matter how well-fortified, could ever truly keep the darkness out.

The campsite suddenly filled with a repugnant smell, like rotting flesh. Nathan leaped forward just as the creatures burst from the shadows. They were tall and bulky, twice the height of Nathan, with dangling arms, wide hands, thin bony fingers, vicious claws, and protruded fangs shining with poison. It was like seeing a vampire experience death over and over again, unwilling to die. I stared in horror, a blood lust and anger evident in their faces. I lost my balance, collapsing in panic. Everything became a bur. Junto was flung aside by one of the beast's pale hands. Then it dove after the Shape Shifter with jaws the size of a bear trap.

“Okay, you read I’ll get a photo of the lighting panel. I’ll leave a message for the guys they teamed me up with, so they know where to find me as well. If they need me.” “Good idea. You do that, and when I’m finished with this. I’ll pass this to you, so you can study up on this.” Ian jogged off and snapped a few photos. He’d add notes if he found any reference within the notes when it was his turn to read it. Damn, he’d just fallen right into this. The part that freaked him out the most was how easy it was. How did all this supernatural stuff become normal, and why wasn’t he questioning everything? From Fianna to Dragons, different realms, and fairies. What were unicorns? Shifters? He’d nev

Blood all over the walls! [Sister_Sarah]: Dear God... that poor boy, his insides were... [Veteran_Frank]: My fear level is already at 55%. We're all going to die at this rate! [Seminary_Student_Mark]: And the guy on the tenth floor! He stepped into his room and just... vanished! Not even a body left! [Livestream Chat] [Hahaha, the noobs' fear levels are skyrocketing.] [It's only the first night and so many are dead already.]

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,

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

Even though small triggers increased my suffering, I was good at disguising my grief and bearing it in silence. When I finally arrived at the treehouse, I noticed Hina seated on a chair by the window. My body was bathed in goosebumps as I approached cautiously from behind, but I summoned the fortitude not to leave. Hina stretched her neck abnormally to face me, her body unmoved and unaffected. Hina was clearly not herself; her white eyes were locked on me, giving me the creepy feeling that she could swallow me alive. "Hello, Sansa," Hina said softly, her lips twisting into a grin that made me tremble.

But the light was very weak, it made the corridor seem like it stretched for eternity. Uri looked at the hazy space in front of her, subconsciously remembering the usual corridors of hotels or apartment buildings in horror movies. Although there were lights, the last point could not be seen clearly, the surrounding space therefore also became strangely murky. At times like these, from the darkness will suddenly appear the silhouettes of white shirts or some bloody horror face.