Novel & Cerita New Horror

" Did Adam forget that Yara was the most pampered youngest child in the Candra family? ---- Author’s note: -‘Om’ has the same meaning as uncle. -‘Tante’ has the same meaning as aunt. -Pill Kina are drugs to prevent or treat malaria (an endemic disease in eastern Indonesia) which is deadly,

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

She looked so innocent and naive. On the other hand, Maria was so frightened of the way Mr. del Fuego is approaching her now. He was so rude and almost hurt her a while ago and now he is staring at her as if she was not wearing anything in front of him. Maria is quite paranoid about having this thought. She had no experience with any men being so near like him except for his father. She was not aware that her facial expression is now betraying her. Mr. del Fuego saw how she reacted to him. She was becoming so frightened of him and he doesn't want her to feel that way.

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?]

The creature stared at me for a second with that one human eye before a distorted voice came out of it, one that matched its appearance nicely. “You are disobeying curfew.” “And you cause horrendous nightmares, so what?” Probably not liking what I just said, the creature lunged at me, moving surprisingly fast despite all of it. If I weren't so scared for my life at the sight of this creature, I might have appreciated the craftsmanship. That being said, it was hard to appreciate something this horrifying. Still, I avoided it easily, having learned to be quick when wrangling in the chaos from Auth’s books, though even I have to admit I've never seen a creature like this before.

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.

Under the blazing sun, the party walked for an entire half hour before arriving at the village square. "Is this a stone altar?" "Aren't altars par for the course when it comes to myths about the sea? What's there to be surprised about?" The party discussed amongst themselves carefully, before Afro exclaimed, "Wait, that altar isn't made of stones, it's made of human skulls! Wasn't this supposed to just be an A-ranked dungeon? How did so many people die here?" At the center of the square stood a massive watchtower built entirely from human bones.

I’d heard there were places where you could rent the tapes for a lot less than what they cost to buy, but it hadn’t changed my mind. I started towards the doorway with the curtain but stopped short by the tapes next to it. This section was at least twice the size of all the others. The covers of these boxes were all screams and knives. Bloody chainsaws and heaving breasts. The sign resting here was carefully drawn in black gothic type letters, each dripping red: “Horror.” Hanging by a piece of tape off every other shelf were letter-sized flyers exactly like the ones that man was putting on windshields out at the Farm and Fleet. I peeled one off to get a closer look.

Cynthia says in a very low voice, leaning a little towards me. “Listen!” Lara shoots him a disapproving look. “This I have not seen. The one I saw was the first.” She fixes her eyes on the screen again. “But what the fuck are you doing?” Again she spits words at the television. “No. I can't handle this. The black, the Asian and the blonde have died, the next is going to be the nerd. Fuck! It's always the same with these ridiculous "horror" movies,” drawing the quotes in the air. “I do not understand. If you don't like these movies, why do you keep watching them?” Cynthia rolls her eyes in notable annoyance.