Jigsaw Puzzle Horror Novels & Stories

"Well, at least I'm pretty." "Yes, yes, you are." Jessie smiled at her. They entered the first part of the haunted house, where a large shape shifter jumped out at them. Then shifted to a half spider, half horse. After that, someone with a bloody chainsaw and a head in hand came running towards them. "I don't see how you are not scared." Kimmy clung to Jessie. "After all that I have been through, this is like child's play." Kimmy screamed as the lights went off and something grabbed her.

the giant screen glitched, and a haunting scream echoed from within the screen. Willa’s eyes widened as fear gripped her. Her eyes stared in horror as Kimberly’s body fell apart, one piece after another. First, the puppets grabbed her leg, then her hands, pulling until it separated from the rest of her body. Blood spilled... tainting the marble floor.

The couch was charred, clearly having been set on fire, and sat hap hazardously with one side lifted on the upside-down entertainment center, the back cushions missing. Every drawer was open and thrown across the room as if a poltergeist had come through with a fury. The contents were scattered around, littering the ground and mixed with the shards of glass from the demolished windows. My chest dropped as the realization that I had been wrong sank in. All this time, I had been chasing the wrong person, and now another council member was either in danger or dead. As much as I hated her and wished for her to be replaced on the council or for her to die, seeing the horror of the crime scene mad

Ba-dump. As I crossed the worn threshold into the family room, I stumbled over some overturned furniture, the chaotic scene creating a sense of disarray that mirrored my own growing anxiety. Fragments of porcelain lay strewn across the grey carpet, leading ominously to what had once been Adam's grandmother's urn. Ashes were smeared along the pathway, gradually fading into footprints that ventured deeper into the narrow hallway. I swallowed hard, my hand instinctively wiping down my pants as I noticed the oppressive heat wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. Bat held high, I followed the trail of prints, every step drawing me closer to an impending dread, like a character in a horror movie

"It looks familiar, but I can't place where we got it." Jette's gaze fixated on the intricate design—a subtle pattern etched onto the worn leather. It wasn't the content of the journal that unsettled her; it was the uncanny resemblance of the cover to the haunting images from her recurring nightmare—the Book of Curse. In her dreams, the book was a harbinger of ominous events, its pages unfolding a narrative of darkness that seemed to cast a shadow over their lives. The revelation of the old journal mirroring the imagery of her nightmares sent a ripple of disquiet through Jette's thoughts.

Horror gripped me as I watched the baby's body begin to decay before my eyes. Just as I opened my mouth to scream, I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest. The piercing sound of my alarm clock shattered the eerie silence of the room, and in a fit of rage, I hurled it at the wall, watching it shatter into tiny pieces. Only then did I realize that I wasn't even in my own home, and my stomach dropped at the realization of my mistake.

Dust particles danced in the stagnant air, adding to the sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the atmosphere. My gaze fell upon a long table, covered with a tattered cloth. Curiosity mingled with fear as I hesitantly approached it. As I pulled back the worn fabric, a chilling sight unveiled before me. The surface of the table was littered with an assortment of macabre tools. Rusty knives, saws, and other instruments of torment glinted ominously under the feeble light.

Hesitantly, Rose lifted her hand and shifted the curtain aside. She peeked into the dim interior—and a pair of glowing red eyes instantly snapped up, locking directly onto hers. The malice in that gaze made her soul tremble with absolute terror. A violent shudder wracked her body, and the vision shattered as her eyes snapped open back in the real world. Her frozen fingers lost their grip, and the locket slipped from her open palm, clattering limply to the forest floor.

The further she went, the lonelier it got in here. There is only an old woman. She picked up some items and put them in the cart. Then just walked away, leaving Isabelle alone. Being in this hallway with these spooky dolls staring at it feels scary. It was as if they were spying on Isabelle. Seeing everything Isabelle does. Terrifying. She looked through the shelves, hoping something would interest her. When looking at each shelf, her eyes fell on a board game called Ouija Board. On the box, it says, "Special summoning board game". There are some rules written on the back of the box.

on the floor. Jennifer knew something crazy was happening when she saw this but before she could even react, she could hear the water dripping again. She went back to the sink to turn it off and when she looked into the bowl, the drops of water spelled the same thing the ceramics had spelled out, “Stay Away From Josh” Jennifer’s heart was beating a lot faster and she was terrified because she felt like she was being hunted by a ghost. She saw a ghostly figure standing behind her through the reflection of her cabinet and when she turned around, there was no one standing there.