Night Film Novels & Stories

“Why do you guys always want to watch horror movies at night?” Cassie grinned devilishly. “Because it’s fun.” I snorted. “You mean because you like watching me and Gladz suffer.” Cassie gasped, clutching her chest as if she were offended. “How dare you accuse me of such evil intentions?” “Because it’s true,” Mica said flatly. I sighed, shaking my head. “I swear, if I get nightmares, I’m blaming all of you.” Cassie clapped her hands together. “Alright, so horror movie it is?”

“I can work with you for the next couple of hours, but then I have to go to the club. Bradford and Lynn took the night off to see that new movie, and I have to finish booking the performers for the end of the year fest.” Samael hums in agreement. “What movie are they going to see?” I shrug. “Some movie about a cannibal serial killer.” “Do you remember the last movie we saw at the Cinema?” I shudder. “That was a very long time ago, but I’ll never forget. It was the one with the little girl who disappears into the television screen? Those humans should have known better than to buy a home built over Indian burial grounds.” Samael nods. “You have to admit it was quite amusing to see how frighte

Night pondered for a while before continuing, “It’s impossible to reign in such a menacing aura in a split second.” I had been thinking about it too since last night and drew the same conclusion as Night. “Have you ever encountered that kind of sinister aura before?” I asked him. Night had been living with different humans for centuries; it wouldn't be a surprise if he had encountered it before. “No. I would’ve remembered if I did. It was just so spooky it put me on guard instantly,” he replied. “Aleena and Witch Lily were instantly alerted, too,” I said. He hummed and added, “But not Zane, Colton, or Lucas.”

Like Freddy Krueger. Miranda had made her watch A Nightmare on Elm Street, and though Lauren spent half the movie peeking through her fingers, she’d seen enough to know the killer wore a glove with razor blades for fingers. It was a lot more likely that some weirdo was copying the movie than that a monster lived in the tree and it came out at certain times. So Nana was full of it, like Lauren thought. Though that still meant a killer was running around somewhere. Possibly wearing a glove with claws on it.

What exactly is this? Message number two: Your role in the next film has been canceled. We are unable to collaborate with someone like you. Message three: How can you sleep with your mother’s fiancé live on television when the world is watching? Fourth communication: My two days are always 2 hours, caught in the act? Say hi to the camera. Sandra’s face flushed.

"You sure? Because you were calling out in your sleep." I cringe. "What did I say?" "Uhm...well..." Camila starts to get hesitant. "Cam," my voice is stern. "You said, please don't kill me." My hand clenched, and my heart took a thump. I swallow the lump clogging my throat and force a smile. "Oh, well...the scary movie we watched last week got me." That's a lie. Last week Camila decided for movie night to watch a Japanese horror movie called, One Miss Call. It's about a girl whose friends keep dying because of a voicemail. It wasn't that scary for me since horror films bore me. I fell asleep towards the end.

He took it way too far. But who am I kidding? For someone who could send a serial killer to my house, he could literally do the impossible at this point. I run a hand through my hair as I get to bus station. I could not stop pacing back and forth as I waited for the bus. Too far Drake. Too far. The ride home took so long that I took a nap on the bus. There was a lot of traffic for reasons best known to the universe. Today has not just been good at all and it’s barely noon. I could not sleep all through the night because I was scared for Auntie Claudia and I had to watch her sleep. I only slept a hour and thirty minutes after auntie Claudia left and I couldn’t sleep again.

It looked like the situation there was about to get ugly, and she was honestly glad she wasn’t having to deal with that mess, even if the challenges that lay in front of her were not exactly a picnic in the park. Zane grabbed her bag out of the back, along with his own, and she nodded in thanks, still not speaking. Her boots crunched over the snow as the two of them approached the dimly lit hotel. It was the middle of the night, but even if it hadn’t been, it still would’ve been dark. The sun wasn’t staying up long at all. The perpetual night had to make it easier on the bloodsuckers. But it made it easier on their stalkers as well.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.