Long Horror Stories Novels & Stories

If your body doesn't lay in a Cemetery, it means you succumbed in a very tragic way, and your body couldn't be found. No one expected it, no one wanted it, but that night, the same night that Jonah was buried, a bell rang. Once, twice, three times, until the ringing seemed not to stop, and it was impossible to know when a ringing began or ended. It was barely eight o'clock at night when the bell started ringing. Everyone in the village was terrified by that incessant sound because they knew where it came from, and they also knew what they had done. They were afraid that this monster was alive and wanted revenge.

She asked looking over the manicured lawn. "Let me finish the story, please.” He stood behind her laying his chin on her shoulder and a hand on her waist. “The Howling One has always been a legend among us. He is a story told around campfires to scare the young. No one has ever seen him and lived, until now. Almost a decade ago, the shadow realm crossed into our realm. During those heated hours, a vicious battle broke out across the lower end of the city. In the aftermath of this battle, it was said Night Terror's only child, a daughter, was taken that night."

Soothing her throat with big gulps of water, Layla sat down to tell them the story she just heard, of course, without them asking her. “You know what! Nat was telling us some stories.” “What stories?” Opal inquired in a low voice, finally participating in the conversation yet not sure whether she will receive a genuine reply or not. “Horror stories.” Sure enough, hearing this Lani had a displeased look on her face. “Are you scared… of those horror stories and ghosts?” Opal amused. She didn’t think she would ever see her in fear. For some reason, she found it funny. This doesn’t suit Layla. It wasn’t the side she knew of her.

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

“Fine, we know things we shouldn’t. Yes, we get the idea that silence is golden. I get it. We will lose our jobs. But that head. Oh, my god. That head proves to me we aren’t ready for this. I have no reason not to believe you if you say that there are more. Suppose even a tenth of what folklore claims about them are true. We are the least of the problems.” Ian straightened and looked about him. They stood in the cold and snow wracking their brains for a solution to their problems. The light now coming from low in the sky. They had little time left before they needed to have their stories straight. Their stories needed a match before they flew out of there.

This is just how people are trying to end my life, bit–by–bit. The sky changed its colour from blue to black. The thunder struck from the distance and lightening flashed lit up the horizon. This is how they want my life to turn to, causing me darkness, pains, sorrow. They want my life to make the loudest voice to people. They want my story to be heard, my life to be ruined. I wouldn't allow that, not anymore!

But please just hear me out. ‘I won’t. Why must I listen to you? Do you want to narrate the gruesome details of your evil deeds? I refuse to listen to any more of your lies. And I’m not staying with you tonight. Just let me take my things.’ Anna sounded more frightened of me than angry. She was going on like I was some psychopathic retard with killer instinct.

But the person didn't respond—just persistent banging in reply. I asked again, but got even more banging, which eventually woke Lorena up. She squinted at the alarm clock before running her hand over her face. "Did someone die or something?" Lorena said in sleepy frustration. "It's barely 6am." "I'll go see who it is," I said, my heart beating as I stood up from the bed and walked to the door, fearing the worst. And the moment I opened it, I swallowed. Hard. Because there he was.

Jessica's voice went dead serious. "This manor has thirty floors. The monsters on the lower floors? They're simple. Predictable. They work on pure instinct. Learn their patterns, and you can survive. Treat them like traps. But the higher you go... the ones at the top are a different breed entirely. They won't just kill you. They'll shatter your sanity in seconds. They'll show you what true terror really is." "She's right," Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory.

"Are you mad? If you have a death wish, go do it yourself! Don't drag us all into it!" Some of them even gestured to attack me. Just then, however, a robotic voice came out of nowhere. [Welcome to the horror scenario, Call of the Sea. Please head towards Sea Village, find the village chief, and obtain the Villager's Code of Conduct.] At that moment, a man with an afro, who shall hereby be called Afro, who seemed very experienced with scenarios, breathed a sigh of relief. "Whoof, at least this is just an A-ranked mythological scenario. As long as we follow the rules, no one's going to die."