Night Film Novels & Stories

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh

"Show me the footage of room 24, now!" Liam demanded, his voice urgent. "Here, doctor," the security guard said, pointing to the screen. "This is from a few hours ago." Liam watched intently as the screen displayed the hallway outside Natalie's room. He leaned closer as two men in black steadily approached Natalie's room. The timestamp showed it was late at night, around 12:59 a.m. One of them was holding a keycard, swiftly unlocking the door. They entered the room, and a moment later, they emerged with Natalie unconscious as she lay on the rolling bed.

My name is written on the paper in his freakishly neat handwriting. “Is it a sex note?” Nicole jokes as I pick it up. A flash drive falls from the folded paper, bouncing to the floor. She picks it up for me. “No, it’s security footage from the bar.” I set the note down and open the computer. We all crowd around the computer as I stick in the flash drive. There’s footage from last night, of course, as well as going back a week. “Start with last night,” Kristy says. “It was around midnight, I think.”

That made us talk about life, about the future they saw in Italy, about the rules that my sister had to follow to avoid getting into trouble At night, when I was watching movies with my little sister, she asked me a question that left me unsettled. "Who's a princess?" I looked at her with surprise. "After you came back to New York, that night after we came home from Grandpa's death... You screamed in fear for her.” I looked at her like an unflinching expression on my face when inside I felt myself fainting. "If you can't talk about that yet, you better forget the question..."

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

It was being held in a shady, dirty, independent theater, one of the final 42nd Street dives that had somehow survived the New York cleanup of the early nineties. Though they had seen a handful of short films that day, one managed to somehow stick in Janice's mind all these years, though she could never find out its name. It was nearly plotless, relying on stunning, garish visuals. In the film, a group of people, dressed like gods and goddesses from mythology, participated in a party/orgy that very much took on the trappings of an occult ritual as it went on. What Janice was seeing as she carefully followed the wolf through seemingly endless hallways, reminded her very much of that nameless

(Lila) The video played on Nick’s laptop, flames leaping into the dark sky behind a younger version of him. Blood stained his expensive suit as screams pierced the night. He hadn’t moved from his study chair for hours, drinking scotch and watching the footage Maxwell had sent. “It was a beautiful night,” Nick said suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. “Clear skies, calm waters. The kind of night that makes you believe anything’s possible.” I shifted in my wheelchair, the baby kicking against my ribs as if sensing the tension. Nick poured another drink, his fingers tight around the glass.

Oh, I have fallen for that scam once in my life, and I am never doing that again ever in my life. Coming back to the woman that I slept with. She didn’t call me or even tried to contact me in any ways. I got a doubt and went to the hotel and got the CCTV footage of that night. Well, the best part of my one night stand is that my driver Zavier knows very well about which hotel to take us, even though I am in no state to guide him. My friend owns many luxurious hotels in the city and I can easily get everything in the hotel, like a suite, required CCTV footage and such. I saw in the video that we both struggled to get into the room with our drunken state, and in some simple casual attire she w

POV Kitty Nick helped me locate all the materials and supplied I would need for the 'blood oath' that very afternoon. Luckily we didn't need much. We had just gotten everything by dinner time and I was exhausted. "Come on, let's eat and then get you to bed, love. We will meet the coven and do the oath in the morning." Nick ordered and I nodded. He guided me to a nearby elevator and back up to the top floor. I looked confused and he smiled.

I played the movie and leaned back on the couch. The movie didn't even play for a whole ten minutes, there was a guy pounding on a girl. I closed my eyes in embarrassment and peeked at Nick. He was looking seriously. I turned to the screen and continued watching the movie. When will this scene get over? "Is every horror movie like this?" Did he think of me as a pervert? "No. No. Only some." "Okay. Why are you getting nervous?" "Nothing. Can I change to something else?"