Korean Horror Comic Novels & Stories

I think it's natural, considering myself Lee Umji lives in Korea and Kim Hana lives in New York with a much different stratum of life, how could Hansung, who is also Akira, coincide with me and Kim Hana? ***

"Luckily,I came prepared. Just keep an eye out for anyone approaching this way." He took out a yellow paper and laid it on the floor. Joonjae and Yoseob surrounded him, with their back turned towards him, looking out for anyone who may approach their way. Undertaker took out a quill and began to draw ancient strokes on it, while chanting a mantra under his breath. The strokes flashed brightly for a second before disappearing. "There's no demon in there," Undertaker announced. "He's clean." "Thank god," Yoseob let out a sigh of relief. "I don't think I could have taken another gruesome sight."

In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs. "What's that?" I caught myself as a heavy reek of blood filled my nose. I pulled out my phone to light the way. One glance and my blood ran cold. It was the fake officer's body. He was dead. My stomach lurched, and I retched. His eyes were wide, and he was slumped against the wall, utterly still. Blood covered him, especially across the chest, and his clothes were almost black. I must've stepped on his outstretched foot and nearly fallen. I fought down a wave of nausea, lifted my phone for light, and stepped closer to see how he'd died.

That is what I thought but… it would be more scary if I did find something weird on it. I sometimes watch movies like when the protagonist finds a mysterious room inside the killer’s house and ends up having tons of dead bodies in it. Oh, I remember one manhwa about a killer who likes to peel onions so that the smell of the blood will not reek off him. He liked his neighbor who is a newspaper writer, he invited him for dinner but ended up discovering a room full of dead bodies. It was an amazing story actually. Hah, I now wonder if his library has some stories like that.

Kim Hwan Park is really terrible. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ What's your opinion on this chapter, guys? I feel sorry for Ozgur. Hahaha :D What do you think about Kim Hwan Park too? Yeah, he still looks like Korean oppas :D See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

he said, opened the door and walked out. "Our paths will still cross... I'm certain".... . . . "The Mayor is dead! And so is Dante!" Kim Lee spoke into the telephone, twirling round in his office seat, with a lit blunt in between his fingers. Kim Lee, American born Korean, head of the popular and notorious cult group "Venom Tract". Also works for the inevitable 5, helping do their dirty jobs, eliminating those who stand in their way. The same cult group Dante was in.. "Hmmm" A thick masculine baritone voice sighed from the other side. "Such a pest!"

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

Outside the tent in a conversation between the worm man and one of the dwarf clowns, named Tino. "Poor boy, he has suffered so much," said the worm man. "This is so, and unfortunately, he will suffer more, when in some days, he has to appear in his own village as the freak who returned from death."

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.