Jjk Horror Novels & Stories

Jasper's voice sounded from the laptop on the bed and it dragged Scott's attention. “ Um..I'll be right back guys, give me some minutes ” Scott said and closed the laptop as he got out of the bed and stood face to face with Jojo who hadn't moved an inch from the doorway where she stood. “ Are...are you alright Jojo ” Scott said but the girl didn't reply and still stared at him in the eyes. The scene was like that in a horror movie where a ghost was standing at the end of a hallway staring at you while the light keeps turning off and coming back on.

The familiar music had a calming effect on him, and the corner of his lips even tipped up in the hint of a smile. “Yo, JJ.” The familiar voice of Jack’s online gamer friend filled the headphones. “Kei Ren,” he replied. “How’re you doing?” “I had a pretty shitty day. Wanna go stab some dwarves together?” “Yes,” Jack replied with a grin. “Yes, I do.”

Dr Gupta was curious. “What exactly do you see in those nightmares?” “Not all of them are nightmares. Some even end on a good note but they are all on a corn field. There is some hut that desperately needs some renovation. There’s an old man and a couple of kids,” Jessica described. The doctor was deeply invested to the point of being anxious. “Did you read or watch something of that theme lately?” the doctor asked. It dawned on Jessica. The westerns that she watched with her husband on repeat, often had that theme.

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.

Staring straight into those two bloody holes, their sanity plummeted. "Who ate my eyeball-popping candy? I'm taking an eye for an eye!" She slowly extended her hand. The player in front of her lost control, watching in terror as his own hand reached toward his eyes. The next instant, furious howling echoed again from behind. "My spicy human jerky!" The siren boss appeared at the entrance, carrying a crate of deep-sea treasure. When she saw her carefully ordered jerky trampled like trash, black mist erupted from behind her as she let out a soul-rending screech.

My hair is raised in the most ridiculous style and his hair is slicked back, perfect as ever. I turn it over and in a nice cursive handwriting, the names; Hazel Chestnut and Jamie Johnson are written with a date: July 16th. What does this mean? The lifetime sh*t Jamie spoke of springs easily to mind. So, we reincarnated? That's not something I ever believed in but this seems so real. 'Could be a prank Jamie and Brit are playing on you' my subconscious points out. Yeah, she's right; anyone with a laptop can edit something like this, right?

Jamie then suddenly comes up with a new idea, he points at the television in his room with his thumb as he says, “Since I have nothing to be afraid of, I am going to test myself with some horror movies. Care enough to join?” “H-horror movie?” I take a gulp, “At midnight?” Jamie scoffs, “You’re scared huh?” To be honest, I am actually a little timid to watch horror movies at midnight, I mean, who would want to torment themselves like this? But once I heard Jamie’s provoking, I don’t know why, but I suddenly became fearless. I pick up all the food and drinks I got back from the convenience store and walk into Jamie’s room. I pull the table to the front of the television and start to prepare th

“I don’t know what’s happening… I guess tonight’s stream is a limited edition. I’m a little scared, babies. You have to stay with me, okay? Don’t leave.” The chat flew by: 【Don't be scared, Harper baby!】 【I'll keep watching!】 "Who are you talking to?" The man who had just cursed, Mike, was frowning at me. Beside him stood a burly truck driver named Bob, a real estate agent in a power suit named Linda, a skinny IT guy named Kevin, and a couple, Jake and Emma. The seven of us had appeared here out of nowhere. 【System Alert: Welcome to the SSS-Rank Instance, "Last Wish"】

I no longer remember a time I wasn't under his control, if they're even was a time. I don't even have a choice in how I look when the nightmare master has control. It's like he's dressing a puppet, his puppet. I'm forced to wear clothes that scream torment, stitched together with his own hands, meant to make me look like I walked out of some sick, twisted nightmare. The jacket he put me in is made of black leather, but it's not smooth or soft. It's cracked as if it's been torn from the flesh of something long dead.