Horror Stories With A Twist Novels & Stories

“Born as one, but split by time, twins that should never depart will hold the sun and the other the moon. The starts in between and the life they hold, protected, the ones who should protect, but will be torn by fate and lies. How would their life end up, from the loop of insanity that’s starting to mark their reality?” Opening the book and letting it decide by flipping its pages and comes stopping at a certain page. She reads those words as her smile never faded in between. With the clear picture of the character that is being presented, she once more giggles closing the book and holding it close to her embrace. With the title that is unrecognizable in the present time, and with the words t

I cracked my fingers in anticipation. About to turn around, I felt a sharp pain at the side of my neck. Ow! What was that? I hissed out touching my neck. What? My fingers felt against something as I backed up in confusion only to stumble into something or someone! I yelped, turning around to look but they were quick to restrain and muffled me. They hit my head with the counter as I immediately felt liquid gushing out from there. Blood! Panic fired through me as I wriggled against them trying to put up a fight but I felt weak slowly, I leaned into their hold.

My mother asked annoyingly. “Mom. It happened so fast. I was just sitting there talking to David and she came out of no where and plopped on top of me and just went straight for the kiss the same time Amaly walked up. From the moment on, I can tell she was fighting Akira. But when Tiffany walked away, Akira just started shaking with her eyes rolling back. I caught her on time before she hit the ground.” “Hmmmm..” Dr Anniston says looking at my mate.

The repercussions of crafting an intricate series of lies about my identity were far more severe than expected. The first deception regarding my background created discord within the office, and my fear of being discovered kept me silent. However, truth inevitably comes to light despite how elaborate the secrets and deceptions are. The burden of my concealed realities now bears down on me, as the exposure of my dishonesty triggers a series of events that could alter the course of my entire existence. "Marry me or get fired!" His harsh and uncompromising tone pierced through the air, ensnarling me with his gaze. His rebellious grin leaves me bewildered by a choice that could bind my destiny t

A growl that sounded almost inhuman came next, then the stranger's face drew near, and all I could see of it was bright crimson eyes that almost surely meant my death. Just as quickly as the fear ramped in my heart two figures grabbed and pulled away my assailant. With my heart still pounding I watched the two new figures grapple with the original figure, fighting it down before suddenly the head came clean off. "OH MY GOD!" I scream, grabbing the sides of my bed, ignoring the blistering pain that soared through my body. The figures paused and looked at me, panting. I threw myself from the bed and began "running," in reality it was a sad half hobble mosey, but I was giving it my damnedest.

Britney's POV Britney was still at Danielle's place, she had already pulled a call through for the Ambulance to come by. She was scared, confused. She had a lot of questions to ask and she needed an answer. What could have happened to Mrs. Haddish? Was she sick? and most importantly how's Danielle? hope she's doing just fine. Before she could ask all the questions she had in mind, she heard a sound of a siren she knew it was the ambulance, she headed outside. A tall man pulled from the car, "You must be Britney, right? I'm Ronald. I headed out as soon as we got your call. Where's the corpse?" He asked. "Right inside and thanks for coming" Britney replied as she directed him to the living ro

I must find a way out here before these people kill me! Suddenly, the atmosphere went silent. I took a deep breath and tried to sense the presence around me, but I could only hear the crickets and the noise coming from the trees' swaying branches. Trying to hold my balance, I crawl towards splashing water, which I assume is a waterfall not far from where I am. "Ahhh!" I startled when someone aggressively pulled my hair, causing me to twist in pain! "Do you really think you can outsmart me, Luna?!" A man pulled me closer to his body and strangled me as he whispered in my ears. I can smell his stinky breath and sweat!

I found myself standing in a dimly lit place, surrounded by sand and stones The air was heavy with an eerie silence, and a chilling wind whispered through the branches. In the distance, I saw a figure, cloaked in shadows, slowly approaching. My heart quickened its pace, and my breath grew shallow. As the figure drew closer, I realized it was me, but a distorted, twisted version of myself. Fear gripped me, but I couldn't move. The twisted version of me reached out with gnarled hands, and a haunting whisper filled the air. "Something is coming. Beware." The vision continued and then shattered, and I gasped for breath, back in Rico's chambers. My hands trembled as I clutched onto the edge of th

storage room or something? It was very dark. I could not even see anything. I slowly walked inside. I swallowed as the coldness of the room crept in my skin. I shivered. I froze when I heard something. A groan. It sounded like a man in pain. I looked around, trying to see something but it was too dark. I desperately tried to find a switch and when I found it near the door, I immediately pressed it. The room immediately filled with brightness. But when I saw what is in the middle of the room, I let out a horrified scream.

I let out a sigh and lick my bottom lip. “How do I put this… I think there’s a monster on the loose causing these murders, and somehow your sons and I are involved. It’s like history’s repeating itself. I know it sounds crazy, but I didn’t believe it was anything out of the ordinary till I read it for myself. What happens is the monster either possesses its victim or shape-shifts. I’m not sure, but it’s one of them, and the victims are usually one of the mates.” My stare drifts up to see she’s zoned out. Her face has gone pale, that whitish pallor that reminds me of the corpse I’ve seen. She doesn’t bat a lash, just remains still while she stares absently at me.