Mil Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

Selene asked worrying and Maine took a deep breath before she spoke. "The disciples of darkness. The vampires." Maine uttered which made Jenny and Selene to feel frightened. "W-what? B-but they are not real. They are just an old story." Selene uttered that also agreed by Jenny. Maine shook her head while they were continued walking. When they reached the end of the hallway, they sat on the bench. "I know no one will believe me. But I saw them with my two eyes. I know they are coming in this city and spread nightmares." Maine sadly replied. Selene shook her head and Jenny scratched her forehead as they heard those story from Maine.

I let out a sigh and lick my bottom lip. “How do I put this… I think there’s a monster on the loose causing these murders, and somehow your sons and I are involved. It’s like history’s repeating itself. I know it sounds crazy, but I didn’t believe it was anything out of the ordinary till I read it for myself. What happens is the monster either possesses its victim or shape-shifts. I’m not sure, but it’s one of them, and the victims are usually one of the mates.” My stare drifts up to see she’s zoned out. Her face has gone pale, that whitish pallor that reminds me of the corpse I’ve seen. She doesn’t bat a lash, just remains still while she stares absently at me.

“Exactly, some groups have experienced more hardship than others. This happened in their backyards, literally, for many of them. When they stopped the events from happening. Gods, I wasn’t there but had it described to me. How do I describe this? Fine, it was like a horror movie. Some of them recognized body parts and saw what happened to their victims.” “How many victims as you call it were there?” “There’s no way to tell. For us, it might take years to find out and we’ll never have an accurate number. As for your people? We do not know and don’t have the evidence to find out. I saw the faces of the people that came back and I don’t think any of them were emotionally or mentally unaffected

Sofia laughed, "This is really something out of the movies. Sergio appealed - You, Sofia, can be more stubborn than your mother. -What amazes me most, Dad, is that you believe in optical illusions more than in what your eyes saw. Silence was the answer. For now. On the other side of town in a Victorian style house, on a queen size bed, Malvina researches in her notebook everything about the latest cases involving possible creatures, and what she sees and reads does not please her at all. There are several cases in which people claim to have seen the 'hairy beasts with steel claws'; others speak of the blood-eyed creatures; not to mention the photos of footprints of unusual size for wolves. T

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

“What else have you heard?” Too much. Too much poison dressed up as bedtime stories. Garrett Monroe—my father, the only family I had left—used to slur those horror tales into my ears whenever he was drunk. Stories about sharp-toothed beasts who dragged children from their beds and devoured them whole. Creatures who wore human skin by day but hunted by moonlight. At the time, I thought he was warning me. Trying to protect me in his own twisted, broken way. But now? Now I don’t know.

Uncle said, shaking. ++++++++++++ And the mystery deepens while the stories get scarier. This sounds like something straight out of a horror film. The thing is, it's being told by a real person and based on experiences that his family had gone through. Hopefully, you will be back for more so you can find out if this lady in black will finally back off from the Uncle. Or maybe, something else might happen... Something more terrifying! So this is your Storyteller The Diwata saying, goodnight and fare thee well. Hope to see you again in The Supernatural Spa.

Death awaits you, your darkest pleasures hitchhiked on the highway. On a rainy night at the police station between highways, reservations, between the mountains, following a highway, amidst the crimes of the dawn, among the nights of stars, among the crimes, the policemen death asked for a ride; Being that it's a collection of vampire/werewolf stories, investigation. Several horror tales, among several characters that pass through the city of Lovecraft County. So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares.