Modern Horror Novels & Stories

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

"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!”

Lucas asked. “Because I dreamed about this. Her mother is doing to be in her bedroom with her father down the end of the hall. And there’s going to be an older boy about 10. He’s going to be in his room as well. All dead from vampires.” I whispered so Amora couldn’t hear me. So we walked through the house and the bodies were exactly where I said they were going to be. We checked the rest of the house, just in case I missed anything in the dream, but that was unlikely. And we went back out the front.

The Last House On The Left (1972) 12. A Clockwork Orange (1972) 13. The Silence Of The Lambs (1991) 14. Sleepaway Camp (1983) 15. Psycho (1960) 16. The Shining (1980) 17. The Babadook (2014) 18. American Psycho (2000) 19. The Grudge (2004) 20. Split (2017) 21. Unsane (2018) 22. A Nightmare On Elm Street (1984)

“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.

However, it turned out to be about zombies. The 55-inch television in front of her lit up brightly. Its bluish glow cut through the darkness of the room. Clara leaned her back against the headboard, trying to relax her tense muscles, but the image on the screen instead showed the opening scene of a horror movie. A dead city, burning cars, and hysterical screams from a crowd of people running in panic. Clara was about to press the power button on the remote, but her finger suddenly froze. On the screen, a creature with a torn jaw lunged at a woman trapped in a dark hallway. The sound of flesh being ripped apart and bones cracking rang loudly through the home theater speakers. Fresh red flesh

“I'll call you Crimson then, as I was saying, Crimson, let's ignore what happened… It was a lapse in my mental state.” That wasn't entirely untrue. Actually, I'm pretty sure it kind of hit the nail on the head. No one can be mentally fine after they are forced to do what I am being forced to do. I turned away from him before he could respond and went around picking up objects from the corpses. As I crouched down next to one of them, I noticed one of the nightmare eyes watching me, but before I could contemplate why it was watching me, a knife came out of nowhere and buried itself in the middle of its eye.

I open N*****x and search through the movies. I wonder if he gets scared of horror? As long as it isn’t psychological kidnapping horror, I can tolerate almost anything. Ghosts and demons are definitely my specialty. I could watch any horror related to that and it wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. If I can manage to scare him though, now that would be hilarious. I would give him so much shit for it. I end up picking an exorcism one.

It was a smaller miracle, but it was theirs. "I prefer it this way," Lyra whispered. "A world where the story is just ours." But as she spoke, a sound drifted in from the street—a high-pitched, electronic screech that lasted only a second. It sounded like a digital shriek, a "Glitch" in the city's background noise. Silas looked down at the sidewalk. A discarded newspaper was tumbling in the wind. The headline caught the light of a streetlamp: LOCAL CINEMA ANNOUNCES 'REMASTERED HORROR' MARATHON. IS THE NORTH COMING TO LIFE?

Has he drained me within an inch of life and now he wants to finish the job, or does he want to turn me like in all my vampire novels that I read as a kid? I don’t know if I will ever know, because all he does as I stare at him is smile at me with a smirk on his lips and sits silently cross legged. After a few more moments, he finally starts to move forward as he leans into me and says with a strange accent, “Don’t fear my child. I won’t harm you. I merely want to ask you a question?” He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the