Novel & Cerita Horror Stories Reading

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

Breathed deep. Found herself dreading those pages left to be read. Her stomach was sick. An odd feeling crawled up her spine. Her skin tingled, fingers numb. Thoughts, muddled and thick, crowded her head. She blinked back unexpected tears. These weren’t romance stories. Or even short biographies. These were haunting. Unsettling. Desperate. These words whispered from the page. Their power found not in the reading, but in the telling.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

Brea said and her twin Roxie rolled her eyes. "Another bullshit fiction our ancestors wrote she must have been a shitty writer that's why all her books are stored up in the library decaying, what else is in the book?" she asked, typing on her phone, flipping her hair she'd dyed purple over her shoulder. Brea arched a brow "A different language, I'm guessing their spells or something." This made me a bit uncomfortable. "I don't think we should read that." Everyone looked at me and I tensed up "Um, hello has no one watched that one horror movie, where the dumb cast reads a book they shouldn't and all die?" I said with my jaw slacked open.

he repeated, "someone with an affinity for monsters in a sexual way. Think Beauty and the Beast. Or The Shape of Water." I clutched the book to my chest. "I've got to take English Lit 101 because I'm a freshman. It's required reading. My teachers doing this whole unit on horror fiction. That's it." I glared at him. "And who the hell are you anyway?" He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?" I shook my head.

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

She was given instructions by one of the librarians how to find the reference books she was looking for. And she was looking for books that related to ghost or paranomal things. She picked up several books, articles, and also novels. She didn't know if it would help but it seemed like those horror novels she could read in her spare time. Ria will indeed borrow some books and will read some of them here. She chose a seat near the window and started reading there. ** "What are you reading?" The sound of someone whispering just above her head made her almost jump. “Loren!” Ria whispered yelled at her while holding her chest in shock.

No in between. “Most people said I didn’t look what I read.” We walked side-by-side to his car. They understood the romance books, but the horror section always caught them off guard. They said I looked too sweet to be interested in that kind of stuff.” “You do. So what piqued your interest in horror?” “The tension. The rush of adrenaline. The thrill. My heart banging in my chest when I know something really really bad is about to happen to a character. What’s there not to love?”

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.