Horror Stories With A Twist Novels & Stories

Little did I know that ten years later, it would come down in a windstorm that shook the house, and I could swear to this day that it was a twister. Now that I have a new husband who doesn’t believe in ghosts at all, not as many strange things go on that did when the children were little, except for a couple of things. Between the blood roots in the basement that poke through the cracks in the cement floor and spread to everything they come into contact with, to the shadow in my closet that moves in the night and has eyes that peer at me when I least expect it. There have been so many times when I wake up after hearing my name called out of a sound sleep. This is one of those times when ev

Eros I hear the scream as I come up the steps, a bag of breakfast sandwiches in one hand and a carrier with two coffees in the other. I'm humming to myself, floating on a cloud. I figured I'd treat Cara to breakfast from my favorite local spot not too far away and wanted to take the drive myself to clear my head. Last night's debauchery still lingers like a comforting blanket. But that scream has my body pounding with adrenaline. I know that sound. I know that tone. It's a scream of pure, utter horror, of an animal trapped in a life-or-death struggle.

I bag close, glancing over my shoulder. The wrong kind of men lurked in corners. I knew the look in their eyes. I was now getting Deja Vu. Fear prickled down my spine. I walked faster, quickening my footsteps as i heard footsteps behind me. My pulse spiked. I turned sharply, only to see two figures hanging around in the shadows, watching my every move. Not again. “Hey, pretty thing,” one of them called. I recognized the voice from earlier, when i got robbed. My chest grew heavy as i fastened my pace, but my legs were heavy, and my body, weak from hunger and exhaustion.

He braved himself off and hurried off to meet Sandra. Sandra had a very sloppy afternoon, she dropped two of the drinks meant for the customers. I will take it off your pay ranted George as he could not understand the loss of concentration she had. Jessica was one of his best staff, committed and dedicated to her job. Most of the customers liked her as she always wore a smile on her face. She could not stop thinking about what he would want from her. He never asked for his name and they had never met before yesterday. She was way younger than him and the thought of having a relationship will drift into her mind can't she will ward it off? She had never had a relationship with an older man. S

Sarah fumblеd with hеr kеys, hеr mind a whirlwind of conflicting еmotions. As thе door swung opеn, Tylеr's hands wеrе alrеady tugging at hеr clothеs, his lips trailing a scorching path along hеr nеck. Sarah gaspеd, hеr sеnsеs ovеrwhеlmеd by thе onslaught of sеnsations but managеd to closе thе door with thе kеys But just as shе surrеndеrеd to thе momеnt, a sharp knock at thе door shattеrеd thе illusion, jolting hеr back to rеality.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

He whispered in my ear, his breath driving me crazy. But I realized that there’s another sense that is pulling me away from him, a sense of unease. I forced my eyes open. But as I opened my eyes, I found myself alone in my own dimly lit room, the air heavy with an oppressive sense of dread. The room is filled with strange, unsettling whispers that seem to echo from every corner, making my skin crawl with unease. As I explored the room, I noticed shadows flickering across the walls, shifting and twisting into horrifying shapes but not of creatures, but rather of human engagement of all sense, a couple, kissing each other, a man, stabbing another one, a body, hanging from the fan.

Distorting into something that wasn’t entirely human anymore. And her voice— It wasn’t just hers anymore. It layered. Multiple tones. Multiple versions. Speaking at once. “You really thought…” The space trembled. The light dimmed. Something else pushing through. “…you were the first to get this far?” Ariana’s blood ran cold. No. No, that wasn’t possible. The girl—no, the thing—smiled wider now. Too wide. Wrong. And the final twist hit— The one that would leave readers losing their minds—

I curl my claws inward, deepening the wounds further, and the witch lets out another ragged scream. Suddenly, the darkness in the room all seems to slither towards where the witch and I are tangled together on the floor. I blink rapidly, terrified I’m dreaming as the endless pools of shadow twist themselves into thick coils and begin to slink towards us. I hold my ground, staying still and keeping the witch pinned beneath me as the coils wrap themselves around her body and melt into her clothes.