Modern Horror Novels & Stories

"She Feared None. Even If She Did, She Allowed No One To Peek Through Her Facade And Faced Everything Courageously. Regrettably, The One Who She Allowed Turned To Be The Reason Of Her Downfall." •••••••••• I was in my room, watching horror movie hiding myself in my blanket. I don't get scared easily owing to my life which itself is a nightmare but God?? Why would anyone make this nonsense and call them scary?! And this stupid girl! What does she think of herself? A superwoman? Why can't she just stop poking her nose everywhere and stick only to her house? The girl shrieked when she saw a dead body hanging on the tree and I just shut my mobile off. I guess I'll have some good sleep rather wat

If they survived to a ripe old age, they got to retire, and another family member took their place. Now within the hazy, darkened version of the physical realm. Yolanda watched the shadows for anything out of place. There wasn’t a day or night within this realm. It was always a hazy, twilight. She’d always wondered if the Dream Realm influenced the atmosphere of many black and white horror movies. With the barren trees, mists wafting about in the air without out the wind’s benefit. It was gray and dingy. No moon hung in the air here. She suspected the Fae created this place before the moon was in orbit in the physical realm. They’d made it look like the physical realm. But they didn’t quite

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

It was the old book that was on my bed minutes ago. The longer I was staring at the object that was moving on its own, the more frightened I was getting. I then heard the sound of glass breaking coming from downstairs. That was my cue to go hide under my blanket. There's no way in hell that I was going to check out what the hell is going on. I wasn't like those people in horror movies. I was just going to hide here until my mom and dad come back. ~~~

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

In movies, horror lurks in the silhouettes, the night is the horror, along it comes not zombie breakouts or waste mutant experiments but vampires and not just vampires but many more. Bungalow structures coddled the land with bright bulbs shining over some dark sides saintliness and radiance, unstructured establishments could be seen also but with construction banners pasted on each walls and at the edge of the town was a bar, a motel to be accurate glowing from the windows light reflections to attract customers. HONK! ZOOM!

And then— A child’s laughter echoed from inside. Small. Sweet. But ice-cold. Aarav’s blood turned to stone. “Who’s there?” he asked. No answer. Just that laughter again. And then— From the darkness behind the door, two faintly glowing eyes appeared. At the height of a child. But they weren’t human. Completely still. Completely cold. Like a painted image. Then— It stepped out. Aarav raised his flashlight. And what he saw became the greatest terror of his life.

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.

“But hey, that’s metal. My mom hated scary movies; she’d have lost her mind over you.” The easy admiration landed like a warmth. I didn’t know what to do with. “Or she’d have told me it wasn’t a real job,” I said dryly. “There’s precedent.” “Then she’d have been wrong,” Jax said, as if it were simple. “Horror’s the most honest genre. It tells you the world wants to eat you, then makes you laugh about it so you don’t go crazy.” I stared at him for a second. Years of Ethan’s *cute little stories* and my sister’s *creepy* had not prepared me for a stranger casually defending my entire existence on a haunted bus.

Because he had just been ripped apart. I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent. “I was hungry,” he murmured. Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before. [Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.] [Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.] [Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]