Horrors Synonym Novels & Stories

And adding to that creepy scenery was the dead people littered on the floor. She walked past them as she observed in fear. They were killed, perhaps slaughtered because blood was everywhere on the floor and around them. Some had lost their hands some legs if not both and some even heads. It was a disgusting and scary scene to be at. Sunni herself was creeped out. She couldn't quite tell what was going on because this seemed too real to be a dream! Was she perhaps in a horror world?! With fear, she Closed her eyes walking past them past the eyes closed and hoping to escape but then she heard cries and mourning. She flipped open her eyes in fright looking around but saw no one.

Pinanindigan siya ng balahibo. Dahan-dahan siyang bumaba para hanapin ang pinagmumulan nito. Naghanap siya sa kusina ng ‘di binubuksan ang ilaw. Ilang sandali pa'y narinig niya uli ang nakakatakot na halakhak. Nakita niyang may nakatayong anino malapit sa bintana na nasisinagan ng liwanag ng buwan na parang eksena sa mga horror movies. “Kabilugan pa ng buwan ngayon. Oh God, nasa loob na ba ako ng horror movie?” bulong niya na balot pa rin ng takot ang binata.

I stayed with Adley in her small living room, watching horror movies about creatures that didn’t exist in this world, until darkness smothered the outside world, peeking in through the sheer curtains that made their living room feel all too exposed. “Zombies always give me the creeps.” Adley shuddered, “There’s something so scary about coming back from the dead, having your face and limbs rot like that. Bleh, no thank you.” “I can’t be afraid of zombies, not when things like ghouls and Librarian’s exist.” I let out a hearty laugh, trying to imagine a hoard of zombies maneuvering through the forest at night.

The dragon yawned like it was bored, then slithered back into the pitch-black room like it was clocking out for the night. It happened so fast, nobody even blinked. Aside from the two mages who'd seen it before, everyone's fear rating shot up past 50. One old guy hit 100 just stepping onto the tenth floor. Dropped dead from sheer terror. The rest of the deaths were all over the place. But none of it touched me. To me, this place felt like paradise. I'd always been the outcast—thanks to my busted perception. Wolves avoided me, called me a freak, even chucked rocks.

Because he had just been ripped apart. I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent. “I was hungry,” he murmured. Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before. [Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.] [Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.] [Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

“I wouldn’t call them horrible, they are worse then horrible, what’s another word that means worse then horrible?” “Ash, are you trying to sound stupid, because it’s working, what about atrocious?” “Yes, I believe that describes them perfectly. And about the other matters at hand, what do you propose we do in order to find people that can handle the war?” “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it very much, I will go talk to Cooper and we will brainstorm some ideas while you hide in your little hobble for a little while longer.”

--Alyssa-- Everyone was here now, and their faces reflected a spectrum of unsettling emotions. Fear was the most prominent, etched deeply into their expressions. It was a fear that ran deeper than mere anxiety or unease; it was a terror that seemed to sap the very air from the room. Each person's face was a pale canvas painted with the dread of impending doom, and their eyes darted nervously, avoiding direct contact with one another.

Her body trembled, her muscles tensed as she strained to listen for any sign of danger. The night seemed to press in on her, the darkness alive with unseen terrors. Shadows danced and twisted, morphing into grotesque shapes that played tricks on her terrified mind. Every rustle of leaves, every hushed whisper of the wind sent shivers down her spine, threatening to unravel her fragile composure.

I stumbled back and gasped, my eyes snapping open to meet Horris’s burning gaze. “Do you want to get yourself killed?” he demanded. Rising from the chair, he moved closer. His eyes blazed with a fire I had never seen—not even in his strangest moments. Fear crawled through me, settling deep in my chest. I trembled and stepped backward, but he advanced, closing the distance. “Ho—Horris, it’s not what you think,” I stammered, my voice shaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Then tell me what I think it is,” he said, tightening his grip. The pressure made my heart hammer in my chest. His expression was nothing like the calm, distant Horris I knew. This was someone else—dangerous, relentless,