Horror Series Novels & Stories

But who knew that the fantasy romance novel would suddenly get turned into a horror novel. 'Halloween's Party', a game where selected people gets chosen to participate in a supernatural survival game. Those selected people are called as the ‘Players’. It is said that if you complete and clear 'Halloween's Party' you will get what you desire. No matter the wealth, beauty, power or even immortality.

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

My sharp gaze swept over every one of them. Adam's face drained of color, and panic flashed in his eyes. Zoe's smile froze, and the phone in her hand slipped, hitting the floor with a loud clang. Anna instinctively staggered backward. The other coworkers lowered their heads, too guilty to meet my eyes. "What does she mean? Was this accident a setup?" "That's terrifying. Is this some kind of horror workplace story?" The murmurs around us grew louder. The police sensed something was wrong and turned to me with grave expressions. "Miss, what do you mean by that? Please explain yourself clearly."

"Are you mad? If you have a death wish, go do it yourself! Don't drag us all into it!" Some of them even gestured to attack me. Just then, however, a robotic voice came out of nowhere. [Welcome to the horror scenario, Call of the Sea. Please head towards Sea Village, find the village chief, and obtain the Villager's Code of Conduct.] At that moment, a man with an afro, who shall hereby be called Afro, who seemed very experienced with scenarios, breathed a sigh of relief. "Whoof, at least this is just an A-ranked mythological scenario. As long as we follow the rules, no one's going to die."

“Whatever it is, it shouldn’t be scripted. That would be a nice improvement.” “If it’s TV, you gotta guarantee at least one scare a block. That’s sort of mandatory.” “I remember he said he’d like to help people going through bad hauntings. That’s a good niche. My favorite paranormal YouTube channels are about that.” “We used to do that, at least one-third of our episodes were family hauntings.” “Yeah, but it was like certifying the haunting. You went in, collected evidence to confirm the haunting, and on to the next episode.”

By the time I got back to the packhouse, it was already after dark and I went into the living room where Lucas, Jude and Aria were watching the News. I wasn’t wrong about the riots. Cities all over the country were going up in flames. They were actually filming humans being attacked and killed by vampires. I was watching Lucas as he was fixated on the TV and I could see how intensely he was watching the TV. But it was now sunrise, and the vampires were running from the scenes of these riots. Running back to their hideouts so they didn’t burn in the sun. That was the only reprieve that we were going to have at the moment.

After standing frozen for several minutes, they seemed to finally process what had happened and screamed. The comments exploded with wild excitement. "Beautiful! The blood splatter pattern is chef's kiss. Looks like the system's punishments keep getting better." "Look! Someone actually wet themselves! This is nothing; the longer they wait to enter the game, the harder their atonement routes get." "King Ragnar knows the Atoners exist now. I can't wait to see what will happen to the players next."

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

It was the old book that was on my bed minutes ago. The longer I was staring at the object that was moving on its own, the more frightened I was getting. I then heard the sound of glass breaking coming from downstairs. That was my cue to go hide under my blanket. There's no way in hell that I was going to check out what the hell is going on. I wasn't like those people in horror movies. I was just going to hide here until my mom and dad come back. ~~~

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.