Novel & Cerita Modern Horror

I was in the wrong game? This was a horror game, not an otome romance? In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

“So? What’s your poison?” My eyes scanned the options. A superhero sequel, an animated comedy, a historical drama that looked painfully boring, and...The Veil, a horror movie with a poster featuring a pale, long-fingered hand reaching out of a shadow. I’d always had a love for horror. The jump scares, the palpable tension, the way you could scream in the dark and no one would think you were weird. It was the perfect release. “That one,” I said, pointing before I could second-guess myself.

“Hardly gothic lit.” Roman clapped his hands together victoriously. “Exactly! It doesn’t have to be good—the rule of 80s horror is fun over substance.” “Yeah yeah,” she waved him off, never taking her eyes off of me. “What I want to know is why you’re being such a space case today.” “What?” I panicked, very quickly glancing over at Evan, who was doing nothing but eyeing me with amusement. Ass. “I was just . . . really into the movie.”

That man died the second my mate screamed through that screen. I am what you birth when you break something sacred. This is the part where the devil prays I never catch up. Because horror thrives at night. And I just became its fucking god. You think you've seen rage? No. Rage is a cracked mirror. This? This is a void. A nuclear core. A storm without mercy. You want to know what I see? I see red. Kex... I won't kill him. I'll redefine him. He'll beg for death and scream so loud, the dead will cover their ears.

• Dubious consent / non-consensual themes (coercion, power imbalances) • Obsession & possessiveness (stalking, toxic attachment, unhealthy control) • Graphic violence & gore (blood, injury, death, explicit descriptions) • Torture & pain infliction (psychological and physical torment) • Cults & rituals (dark family traditions, blood oaths, disturbing ceremonies) • Abuse & trauma (emotional, physical, sexual abuse) • Murder & death (brutal character deaths) • Isolation & captivity (locked rooms, restricted freedom, control) • Morally gray / villainous characters (no true heroes) • Betrayal & deception (hidden agendas, mind-breaking revelations) • Power imbalance & age gap (control and submissi

She screams too and even though she doesn't understand her enthusiasm so fired up by her lyrics I can't get away from her from her window as she jumps up and down in the middle of her living room. The protagonists have just kissed. He also puts on movies, it's a constant controversy, because he's watching a cheesy romance movie and he follows up with a horror one. Good terror, the kind that hides under the sheet and leaves a small gap between the fabrics to be able to see. It's…anything. ***

She learned more or less about design psychology, and from the interior design of Adam's apartment, Yara was able to underline Adam's character which was still very clear and cold. With the dominance of black and adopting a minimalist design, the apartment really feels cold. There were no decorations or ornaments that decorated the apartment, as if the apartment was only used for sleeping, not for living. Yara plopped down on the sofa, then stretched her legs while sipping the ice vanilla latte that she had bought before she went up to Adam's unit. Suddenly Yara chuckled as she remembered how she asked her parents for permission and how she was going to make Adam pay for what he did.

So warm and comfy. It doesn't take long when it pours again. Heavier than yesterday night's. My sleepiness fades away when I hear something from outside of the room, making me sit up straight. I get out of bed and then check the living room with my phone's torch, but there's nothing to be seen but the very faint moonlight penetrating the glass windows. I swear, I heard something from here. It was like a knocking sound. "Hello?" I say. O God. I feel so stupid by asking the void. Nobody answers back. Of course. I'm all alone. I should've never chosen a horror-themed film today. This is what I get after watching — anxiety. Anyway, they're fictitious, and fun to witness so.