Jokes Horror Novels & Stories

I fought back. “I have my reasons, so are you still coming? or perhaps you are scared of ghosts?” Reasons my ass, you want me to go to the horror house to reduce your arrears to me. After saying those rude words, I am sure he has a guilty conscience, so he pretended not to mean it. And he wanted to leave, but he used the horror house as an excuse for me not to tail him, thinking I was afraid of the ghost. The joke is on him. Does he really think I am terrified of a ghost?

"Oh, I think the spirits might enjoy some good humour for once." Rhea stood there waiting for me but took a step back when she saw Xavier and me. I was too engrossed with Xavier's humour to notice Rhea's reaction, but she followed quietly behind us. As we walked, Xavier leaned closer to my ear, lowering his voice. "Speaking of humour, I learned a new joke in the Northern realms. Want to hear it?" I nodded, the corners of my mouth twitching upwards in anticipation. "Go on then." Xavier's eyes gleamed with the thrill of the punchline he was about to deliver. "What do you call a werewolf with a fancy scarf?" he asked.

Winter nights were the worst. So yeah—having a room of my own? Felt unreal. I walked up to the bedroom door, didn't hesitate at all, knocked hard, and shouted, "Hey! I haven't eaten in forever! Feed me or I'm gonna pass out!" The Chat Feed lost it. [Is she trying to die? Who knocks like that in a horror game? Something's gonna jump out and eat her.] [No way she's that calm. She's faking it.] [I bet her fear rating hits 100 in three seconds. Let's watch her die.]

Apologize to all the other examinees! "It's his upbringing. How on earth did his parents raise him? "This is a classic example of a person who has book smarts but no real capability!" As he continued reading, Uncle Leonard noticed that some people had already started doxxing our home address. Some even said they wanted to come to our house to demand an explanation. At that, Mom's face turned pale with fear, and Dad panicked as well. I looked at their expressions, filled with despair, and I knew that this was only the beginning.

I was really scared for my safety “You don’t think you’re James Bond, do you? “ I jokingly tried to pass the message “No I do not “ he replied simply “Don’t tell me you don’t get the joke “ I facepalmed “That was a joke? Didn’t sound like one “ he gave me a strange look “You’ve never seen James Bond? The movie?” I asked in surprise. How could anyone not have seen that? “Nope. More reason the joke is lame “ he swerved the car. “It’s better than any joke you ever told “ I sassed “I tell better jokes than that “he argued “Your jokes are usually scary or just plain weird “ I refused to agree with him “You know you could just say something annoying and I’d ram the car into that tree right there “

"Oh my god, how can you say that so casually! This is why I don't want to be with you. I don't understand how you can even joke about this!" "You're right. My bad love. I'll watch my mouth from now on..." "You're only going to watch your mouth? What about killing people...I know I heard someone screaming in the background just now, don't even try to deny it." "You're wrong this time. That wasn't a person at all. It's the sound of the horror movie I'm watching." She scoffed. "You must think I'm stupid. I know you don't like horror movies."

I think a comedy would do. And just like that, I turned down the offer of the movie he had gushed about all day long to me, because I wasn’t ready. No one ever was ready for a horror. It was safe to postpone till I was ready and enjoyed what was left of my time laughing because the true horror in life are the unexpected ones.

Billy walked closer to us, his eyes darting from one person to the next. “We were watching a horror movie before you walked in,” I explained. “Which one?” Billy’s lips rose in a smile. The tense look replaced by laugh lines. “The Hills Have Eyes, we watched both of them.” He laughed and sat on the table facing us. “That scared Joe pretty good too. The first one isn’t as bad as the second.” “What’s so funny?” Joe walked into the room and threw Billy a shirt. “They watched your favorite movie,” Billy said between laughs. He pulled the shirt over his head and picked up the bottle of whiskey on the table and gulped down some of it.

Probably an even mix. He’d been up half the night with thoughts of goblins and gumiho. Halmeoni used to tell Jihoon stories about dokkaebi tricking humans and nine-tailed foxes eating the livers of men. Horror stories camouflaged as fables to teach lessons. But those types of stories were supposed to stay in books, not come to life and almost choke him to death.

“F*ck! I was scared to death!” “When I suddenly saw this, I was so scared that I almost fell off my chair!” “So what if I fell off my chair? I was so scared that I almost peed!” “She really looks like a female ghost in a horror movie!” “Hahaha! I’m dying of laughter. There was actually someone who was so scared that she peed! But it was indeed very scary. It was too scary!” “I feel like the judge has the potential to be a horror movie director. This scene was really scary!”