Horror Things Novels & Stories

“Things?” “Yes,” he hissed. “I don't call them people. I don't even call them animals. They are things, unfeeling, destructive things. And as I was saying, those things don't play by the rules. You can’t bribe them, You can’t negotiate. They have power and influence all around the fùcking globe.” “If you kill one, ten more come crawling like cockroaches. They feed on blood, burn everything in their path, and leave only chaos in its wake.”

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.

] The little girl's appearance instantly sent the livestream chat into chaos. Meanwhile, my own conclusion scared me even more. I slowly raised a shaking finger at them. "Y-You... You two..." [Haha, she finally realized this is a horror game!] [I wanna see her completely lose it!] "Incest is disgusting! She's just a kid!" I couldn't believe this monster would go after his own daughter! Furious, I stepped over and pulled the little girl into my arms. "Sweetie, don't be scared. I'm here. Nobody's gonna bully you."

“Zero tell me, who the heck did I offend? Is it Jackson? Why a horror genre, am fucking scared of ghosts for damn sake. It’s not even a slasher but pure horror with monsters and sorcerers. What the heck?!” This world she was in was going to end soon and it all started at the very school she stood. Within this seemingly normal world were supernatural creatures called sorcerers and sorceresses who possessed and could use dark magic. They were so evil that they plotted to completely subdue the human race under them with every means.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister lurked just out of sight. Suddenly, the stillness was shattered by a chilling howl that echoed through the deserted alleyways. My heart raced as I realized I was not alone. The city that had seemed empty before was now crawling with grotesque monsters, their twisted forms appearing from the shadows. Panic surged through my veins, and I instinctively started running.

“Things.” I winced, thinking about those strange rogues. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. At first, I thought it might be some kind of disease that made their eyes look like that and their hair fall out in patches, but it didn’t explain the blood and saliva and claws that burned everything around them. It was as if their bodies were infused with some kind of substance that turned every bodily fluid into acid. Whatever these things were, they were clearly more dangerous than rabid rogues. And worse than that, someone was controlling them.

Horror flooded my senses. Now I got what they meant by warm flesh. They weren't just after my blood. They wanted something else. Something worse.

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

“It wasn’t just the spook. Off in the woods where I went for safety there were things. Things old and awakened. Things waiting for the end of the world and becoming impatient. They got senioritis, because it’s soon to happen.” Jon remembered. He remembered the sensations of doom emanating from the cemetery visions. There was no arguing it away. “What kind of things?” he asked. “Things with ragged shapes, like half-torn shadows puffed up with poisonous gas and sickly yellow spots of light puncturing through. That’s all I could see. There was more to them, I could feel it, but my eyes couldn’t take it in.” His head shook compulsively as he spoke. As if he were fighting some primeval instinct t