Jokes Horror Novels & Stories

Walter Hallas, a 26-year-old store clerk in Leeds, England, was so afraid of dentists that in 1979 he asked a friend to try to cure his toothache by knocking out the offending molar with a punch to the jaw. The punch caused him to fall down, hitting his hard, and he died of a fractured skull. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

called out a solitary voice from somewhere at the back. I ignored the heckler. “I’ve been attacked by fish in the clouds over Dalada. I’ve seen sea monsters glittering in the dark near the bottom of the ocean. And I’ve watched war golems rip men apart until all that was left was a smear. I’ve seen weretics tear off human heads and eat them like grapes. I’ve smelled the burning skin of the Jester’s victims as they were cooked alive.” I was taking some poetic licence but the effect on the crowd was more than worth a little stretching of the truth. They nervously looked around, muttering doubts to each other. “Those are the deaths you can look forward to. If you charge into the Palace of Laught

I stop in my tracks, almost freezing on the spot, but I fight all these paralyzing tickles and force myself to turn to my sister, who is shivering from the corner. Really now? Isn’t that a very, very corked, distrustful, and ridiculous hoax? This is a very terrible joke because I would not want to think, even on a lighter note, that that monster is breathing as we speak. And ludicrous because, unless the jerkwhore had two lives, he could never have survived those denumerable bullets, right?

] I shot back a [We'll talk later,] and shut off my phone. I lay awake all night, but weirdly, I was not tired at all.

He prescribed her with a few vitamins and advised Amara to take complete rest for the next few days. Lima slept with Amara the complete night. The next day when she got up Amara looked around her room haunted. "Grandma, there was a man playing guitar under a distant tree." She pointed to the window from where they can have a beautiful view of the entire garden of the estate. "Before I could leap my eyes, he was right before me giving out his devilish laughter. He was completely smeared with a white paint but his face was covered with hair. The description brought goosebumps on Lima's skin but she did not want to ventilate her frightened conclusions before her granddaughter. "That must be yo

Whenever it will show the ghost, I will cover my face with this. Oh God! Why am I so smart? 1 hour later... "The ghost will appear now." I said in a horrified voice. "Mommy stop giving me spoilers." Junior said. "Okayy.." Again after sometime. "Oh My God! It's her! It's her! I am telling you. It's her." I screamed. "Mommy you are scaring me now." Junior said in a horrified voice not moving his attention from the laptop. "BITCH! LOOK BEHIND IT'S BEHIND YOU."

Ricky looked at his men. "Find the boy." Jack backed away from the door as quickly and quietly as he could, his bare feet silent against the frozen ground. A strange, uncontrollable laughter bubbled up in his throat, and he pressed his right hand over his mouth to muffle it, his eyes narrowing with the effort of holding it in. It felt wrong to laugh, and yet he couldn't stop; some broken part of him found the whole scene absurd, unbearable, hilarious in the way only true horror could be.

I listened but I could hardly hear anything with the television playing in the background. "Must be the neighbours," I mutter and turn back to the television. How do people watch horror movies they aren't even scary. To be honest it was a comical joke seeing someone getting chased by a masked murderer wheeling a chainsaw. They so deserved it for being naive and stupid. Vroom! Vroom!

Something hit it hard enough to rattle it in the frame, and Nate jumped about a foot in the air. “Sorry,” he muttered. “This isn’t — I really, really don’t like horror movies. Which is kind of ironic, considering my life so far. I’m the guy who gets eaten. I mean, have you seen a zombie movie? No one in skinny jeans survives past the first twenty min—”

That’s it, I frown slightly, shifting in my seat. “Why not?” Now he looks at me, a beat, then he says the most scarier thing. “I see ghosts at night.” My stomach drops. “…What?” His face stays completely straight, for a second, I actually believe him. Then, he lets out a soft low laugh. “Relax,” he says. “I’m kidding.” I exhale sharply, narrowing my eyes at him. “That’s not funny.” “It was a little funny.” “It wasn’t.” He leans back slightly in his chair, studying me for a second like he’s memorizing the reaction.