How To Survive In A Horror Movie の小説・ストーリー

My legs shook as I followed them up the stairs. I was struggling to be strong, trying to tell myself that nothing would go wrong. Yet, I couldn’t help the dread that went through me when we got to a dark hallway. My heart jumped into my stomach. Everything about this screamed ‘horror movie’, but I tried to press it down. I tightly clutched my purse, knowing my pepper spray was still in there. Should they try anything funny with me, I know what to do. I would spray the hell out of their eyes.

That was the thought on my mind. She sat down next to me and was watching the film with me. Oh, I forgot to tell you, it was a horror movie. In the corner of my eye, I could see a water droplet on her breast. I kept watching the film, trying to fix my eyes and mind back on the screen. At a jump scare point in the horror movie, she suddenly jumped and placed her hand on my leg, just near my crotch. I felt an electric shock. I got hard just from the fact that her hand was there.

The girl who got killed because she was too busy looking for her damn phone. I could see my tombstone now. With measured steps, I cautiously pushed my bedroom door open, my mind racing a mile a minute as I prepared myself for whoever was out there. The dim light of a lone lamp in the living room cast eerie shadows in the hallway, guiding my way. This wasn't how I had envisioned my day unfolding. It seemed like a string of calamities, a cosmic game toying with my emotions. I knew better than to call out in the middle of the night; in horror movies, that was how people got caught, killed, or worse, usually in that order.

While most girls found horror movies terrifying, there were exceptions—like Wendy, and Zinnia. For someone like Zinnia, who had crawled through real corpses in the past, this film was child’s play. She watched the screen calmly, but just as a terrifying scene played out, the audience erupted in screams—and Xavi got so startled that he instinctively dove into Zinnia’s arms, clutching her tightly while yelping like a scared child. Zinnia froze, completely caught off guard, not daring to move. Unbeknownst to Xavi, every bodyguard behind them turned to stare. When he looked up and met all their stunned eyes, he quickly pulled away.

I shrugged my shoulders. She snorted at me. “How was the rest of the movie?” “Completely uneventful after a group of drunk people crashed it.” She sat up in her bed. I fought the urge to close the distance between us, take her in my arms, and kiss her. Then fuck her in her bed so she knew who she belonged to. “Man, that sounds boring,” I said as I shook my head at her. “I do have to say that I’m a little terrified of Cora after we watched that movie. She went into great detail on how she would kill zombies and how she would protect herself if non-zombified humans tried to kill her.” Wakely started to laugh.

No surprise. I sat on the bed again, I felt so weak and standing and talking back the way I had just made me even more exhausted. I honestly had no idea what to do but I needed to come up with a plan and fast. If I was allowed out to wonder freely among the pack before the next full moon when the ceremony would undoubtedly take place I knew some of our ally packs would be there. Maybe, just maybe, I could get one of them to help me. I had hope, but what good is hope without a plan?

The I survived room was for people seeking a bit of hardcore experience, employing actors and having sound effects to give a more visceral impression, you have been kidnapped and being held against their will. There were times when people were screaming and Della was screaming but Spencer was laughing. It was as if this was his everyday life. There was blood visuals that looked so real, intestines and insides of a human being, being thrown at them. Della held onto Spencer and he didn't waste any time holding her in his embrace. "It's really not that scary, pretty lady." He whispered and she gave him a look of disbelief. Della had come to know him as Spencer only because of Leith but he didn'

After a long while, he managed to word. “You?” his eyes full of questions. “Get up, we must keep moving.” The look he gave me was now filled with fear, the kind that paralyzed a person. He looked at me helplessly. I sighed and slid down the trunk until I was sitting on the forest floor. My entire body trembled. The forest had saved me. or perhaps, it answered my call. Julian’s guard kept staring at me as though I had become a monster. For the first time, I wasn’t sure he was wrong.

But then he sucked in a breath and shouted to the others: “You heard her! No looking back!” The humming became a roar. “Run!” Grant barked. We did. We ran. Feet slamming the ties, lungs burning, the tunnel ahead of us stretching and compressing with every flicker of the lights. The glow behind us spilled over our shoulders, painting the walls in long, warped shadows. The urge to glance back was almost unbearable. Every horror movie I’d ever watched, every story I’d ever written, every survival instinct I’d ever had screamed: *Check your six.*

A leans down and bites down on her neck, draining his victim of her blood like an animal does its prey. I watched, horrified, as the strange woman loses her color, blood, consciousness and then her life. It's like a scene from a horror movie. I'm too afraid to breathe and my lungs prickle with a burning sensation. Every second is weighted down with my silent prayers. The vampire straightens his posture, drops the dead woman and tilts his head to our classroom door. It's too late for me to run or hide. A slow grin tugs at his lips, exposing long fangs and stained lips.