Modern Horror Novels & Stories

I went to one of my apartment and decided to stay there. Stepping into my condo I remembered where I actually came. This hell is much more scarier than my house. In this condo I can hear her screams from each and every corner. That horrible night on which I forced her and crumbled a girl's pride and dignity with my madness. Looking at the balcony itself began to give chills when that scene flashed into my mind where Nivi began to jump from there and tried to kill herself. I shut my both ears when I began to hear Nivi screaming from everywhere. I stood from couch and went to grab a bottle of whiskey.

The scene at the Gables’ porch was no longer a private tragedy. The initial, piercing scream had acted like a grim summons, pulling people from their homes and their morning routines. They gathered in a loose, hesitant semicircle, a silent, growing audience to the horror. The air, once fresh with the promise of dawn, was now thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low, anxious hum of murmured voices. Faces, pale and drawn in the morning light, were etched with a familiar dread—the kind that came from knowing that no walls, no matter how well-fortified, could ever truly keep the darkness out.

It was an odd scene, but it had a harmonious charm. The film had all the elements of a typical horror movie. A group of friends heard rumors about a haunted house in the city and, excited and curious, decided to live there for a week. During this time, they gradually uncovered the truth about the haunted house and the death of a woman who had once lived there. The movie featured numerous spine-chilling scenes that made Annie shiver, her eyes tightly shut at times. She loved the thrill of watching horror films, but this one felt eerily realistic, sending shivers down her spine.

Inder began to select the existing row of films with his arms folded under his plane chest "Hmmm. I think it's no less exciting," Inder pointed to a poster with a long-haired woman covering her entire face. It was the latest Korean horror movie to air today. Amayra's goose bumps instantly stood up looking at the horrible poster, her face seemed to stiffen looking at it. Because Amayra is very afraid of ghosts, so is she strong enough to watch the horror film on the big screen in the cinema?

To her own time that stood still, and the distortion that none of them notice or even felt. The psycho draws a lustful smile as her golden colored eyes reflected her very image where time ticks, yet not on her. Worst and out of a fix horror, without a blink as no one of them had the chance to, everyone falls dripping with their blood, dead and rolling without their head. To the mansion that is being painted with everyone’s blood and the screams that exchange the bliss and festivity of the night. God’s howls as the storm that supposed to be a blessing, turns into a nightmare. As it speaks. “Shall I play?” asking, yet more like taunting.

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

I know I will nearly solve the case. “Ahhh!!!” I heard the father scream and lose his mind and then the wind suddenly blew hard which kills the candlelight. My room is so dark and I can still feel them watching me. They were surrounding me and it made me freeze. I can still hear them. I know I need to be strong even though my fear is already eating me. I can hear the laugh, the scream, the whisper, the weep that makes me so scared and I can’t take it anymore. That is why I grabbed the lighter beside me and I immediately lit the candle and opened my eyes and looked around. They are suddenly gone. They are not here anymore and the atmosphere of my room went normal. I wiped my sweat that contin

I was glad I won’t stand out too much. We arrive at Xander’s house after a few minutes. His house was more of a dark side kind of house. It was gothic and gave you the creeps. Old cold men stood as statues lining up the way to the front door. Music thumped inside the house. It felt like a high school monster party. Okay maybe I watch too much Ant farm and paranormal movies. This would be a good beginning for a horror story where Zombies come attacking. No, zombies don’t have brains to plot this. Better yet, Vampires.