Novel & Cerita Most Disturbing Horror Novels

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick book, tossing it onto the table between us with casual indifference, “Here, since you’re stuck here for your little vacation anyway, might as well make good use of the time, maybe learn something that doesn’t involve asking questions that could get you killed.” I looked down at the book, recognizing it as some kind of crime novel, then back up at Elias with irritation, “I’m not on vacation, I’m being held here against my will.” “Potato, pothato," he said with that infuriating smirk of his, “either way, you’ve got time to kill and nothing better to do with it, so try not to drive yourself crazy overthinking everything.” Before I could respond

It was a journal - but whose? "Open it," The Shadow urged. "You'll find all the answers you seek within its pages." Celess hesitated for a moment before flipping open the book. What she saw inside made her blood run cold. It was her father's journal. Celess's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of her father's journal. Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world.

There were a few articles of clothing littering the floor, but Lissa quickly picked those up and placed them in the hamper on the inside of Rose's closet. There were a few non-textbook books sitting on her desk, the subjects ranged from mythical dragons and spy academies, to the psychology of serial killers and a few classics. I'm not sure what surprised me more, the fact that Rose had read The Picture of Dorian Gray or that she seemed to have a fascination with serial killers. Knowing Rose's intelligence level, I decided it was the serial killers. I picked up one of the books on the most macabre killers to exist, trying to ignore Lissa digging in Rose's underwear drawer as she pulled out br

And that meant killing anyone who stood in their way. But the Immortalists were panicking, startled by the presence of the helicopter. They began zooming around the great hall, some streaming out of the castle altogether, running off to their inevitable deaths. “What are you thinking, son?” a voice beside Lore said, breaking him from his reverie.

Juana half laughed, half shivered "Scary" "Yes" "Should I keep talking or not? " As long as she's not here, you can keep talking about her" Juana said and Ella looked around the room for about a minute before saying "She can't be here. Ghosts do visit the home of people who killed them or otherwise their own home" she replied "So are you saying her killer was in your house back then?" Juana asked grateful there was no ghost in her room. "I'm not sure. Stevenson bought that house, so it might have been her former home before she died, but now that I think of it, he himself might have been the killer, judging by the rumors that he is a notorious murderer of little girls"

"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

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

Cassandra muttered, "or worse...poisonous." There were some signs that people had wandered into the cellar before, but they wouldn't come as far as the deepest, darkest part of it. A few might have, but it was so dark and scary and damp that even the bravest of heart would turn right back. Besides the mansion was also rumored to be haunted. No doubt that the secret storeroom seemed to be the last place that remained the same. Their sense of triumph was tempered with awe at the sheer quantity of bottles that shone in the rays of the full moon through the windows.

I was too tired. I sat by the side of the road, breathing loudly. My head felt light. My stomach felt empty. Then I heard it. A roar. Loud. Deep. Not like anything I had heard before. It came from inside the woods. I froze. The sound came again. Closer. Then men’s voices. Shouting. Laughing. Running. More roars. Then gunshots. Sharp and terrifying. I covered my ears. My heart felt like it was jumping inside my throat.