Mlp Analog Horror Novels & Stories

He sputters, and I don’t waste time in sinking my teeth into his jugular, and I rip it apart. His claws painfully dig into the bones of my lower limbs but it slowly falls away as the light is snuffed out of his eyes. He transforms into a young male, skinny and pale with an oozing wound on his neck. He’s dead. I should feel bad because he’s only young. But I don’t. I try to form words to my pack through the mind link but I can’t. My body hurts, and tiredness seeps into my pores. I see a clearing in the distance and a pack house. I know I shouldn’t go. I know it’s likely a rogue pack, but it seems too lovely for one.

"The attic suite is suicide! The thing in there isn't just a ghost, it's—" "It's what?" She bit her lip, her voice a terrified whisper. “It’s the Shadow Lord. An ancient entity that devours light and souls. They say he rips your soul straight from your body, leaving your mind to scream in the endless dark until he finally swallows you whole.” I pulled my arm away. “Sounds cool.” “Cool?!” Marcus leaned over the third-floor railing. “Little girl, do you have any idea what happened to the last player who tried that? He didn’t even make it through the first night. The next morning, all they found was a human-shaped bloodstain on the floor!”

Suddenly there was a short circuit in the room. A bulb which was hanging at the corner of the ceiling had an electrical impedance and at once it fell on the floor like somebody intentionally dropped it. A low growl was heard in the room and Amara knew it wasn't from Alex. The monster was right there beside them. A gut wrenching feeling of anxiety stuck her soul. Was he watching them?

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

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.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.