Korean Webcomic Horror Novels & Stories

The smaller one gathered up the lighter things. I made a note of the plate number out of habit, and then unfolded the flyer and stared at it as they drove off. It was a cheap-looking photocopy covered with what looked like ads for horror movies that had been torn out of a newspaper, with hand drawn pictures of skulls and bats filling all the other blank spaces. Big swatches of text in old-fashioned fonts mixed with words made out of cut out letters from magazines covered the rest of it. Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return!

“Sorry, d’you have anything better to do as of now? Why don’t you get it started and see how it goes.” The next question was obvious: what would be the channel about. She’d always been into horror and paranormal stuff, so it was just natural she did something related to what she liked and knew about. Yeah, but what. We lingered at the table for a couple of hours, brainstorming, until her phone rang. “Isaac?” she murmured, checking the screen. “He can advise you about this.” “You’re right! They started off as Youtubers!” She picked up and I could hear the Haunter greeting her from across the table. I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen while they talked, and brought coffee to the table whe

Nunu only burst out laughing, worse than before! Oh, I knew his weakness. I quickly opened W*****n on my phone, searched for Kemala, the horror comic famous for its creepy soundtrack, and cranked the volume up before shoving it toward his face. “Here, crack this open!” I said, annoyed as hell. “Damn it, Yu, turn it off!” Nunu yelped, jumping up from the bench in panic. He even dragged Hasan to run away with him. Yep. Those two were absolute cowards when it came to horror. Go run, you chickens!

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

Darkblood Count SMILED. [Okay, this little she-wolf might actually be onto something. No one survives him this long.] That eerie system voice woke me up again: [Initial players: 30. Current players: 15.] One night in, and five were monster food. Three others? They must've gone through something awful. Fear ratings hit 100. Then I got a message from one of the mages, Mara: [Yaya, are you okay? I should've warned you. The first three days, you have to bond with your 'family' fast. This is everything I know—take it as an apology for forcing you onto the 30th floor.]

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

During this period, “burrito” became an unspeakable word among the players. Because the moment someone said that word, a boss would immediately appear at their door. On the player forum, every post revolved around burritos. "Who on earth kidnapped this woman! The entire horror game can’t eat burritos anymore!" "Because of this woman, all the bosses entered berserk mode, and the player survival rate dropped below 10%!" "Please! Hurry and find this woman and end this!"

I couldn’t help but think of the players who had died before me. The livestream comments were once again flooding with condolences. “What a pretty girl… It’s a pity that she’s about to die.” “She’s risking herself to buy time for her teammates. She’s the real MVP, and it’s making me cry.” “I feel so bad for her.” “Wait, why did they stop?” “Why is the boss holding her like a princess?” “Did I enter the wrong room? Is this even a horror game? I thought I clicked an otome game!”

“Like any of you are believable.” She smashed the pillow against Lor who was sitting on Grace’s bed. Lor shrieked: "Pillow fight!" and the craziness started. **** They binge-watched Korean dramas through the TV set that Grace had pre-arranged to be set up in her room for the night. They had a vote by hands on whether it would be K-drama or "It" starring Pennywise. After lights out though, they still started telling ghost stories among themselves, especially about the school ghost of the teenage boy who threw himself down the piss-shallow creek and bled to death. The stories made most of the girls too scared to go alone in the bathroom that was just a few meters away from the bed, so some of

Eventually, she disappeared from the group's view. And it's never... the end. +++++++++++ Dear readers, "Mrs. Cho" is a reference to the webtoon “Bongcheon-Dong Ghost” which features a ghost who walked in a limping manner. You may want to google it. It's such a delicious and horrifying story. I absolutely adore it. There... you've been warned. Until next time, my dears. This is your storyteller, The Diwata, saying good night.