Online Dating Horror Story Novels & Stories

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?

"But, after that night, after a whole year it became rumored that a demon now occupied that villa as well as the street. Especially around 9p.m every weekend, on full moon nights. Worst advice is to go there and best advice is still to go there." Katherine laughed heartily as she wrapped up her scary story which had me shivering already. "I'm Katherine Wolff by name." She stretched her hand for a handshake as she also smiled broadly. "I'm Snow Darcy by name." I said as I shook her. "The popular second chance mate of the most powerful and dreadful alpha, Jace Steele. And please, don't ask me how I got to know." She laughed as she poked Jane. "C'mon Jane, I didn't mean to get you upset."

I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain in the hands of the skeleton. Seriously, why do such things even exist? Shaking away my thoughts, I decided to disturb their make-out session and remind Jasper that it is past 11 at midnight and tell him that we should think about getting home. A loud crash and continuous screaming of people startled me when I was about to touch Jasper's arm. What the hell?

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

I followed Tami’s lead and opened a secure site. Anonymous submissions. Document uploads. Testimonies. By the end of the second day, there were five. Five stories. Different names. Different years. Same monster. That night, I sat on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders and read every word. One girl talked about an after-hours meeting that turned into something she couldn’t speak about for a year. Another had a panic attack during a college tour when she saw him on a panel. Each story stitched a clearer picture—of how he operated, where he hunted, who he targeted.

Lydia's POV No one warns you that vampires are almost always late, but I learned that on my first “date” with Jonathan—the same way you learn not to call tequila “juice” or that a Blackwood pack alpha will fuck you through a brick wall before saying “I love you.” Tonight, at the glass-cold penthouse, the king of the bloodsuckers had texted, Get your ass to 888 Wacker Dr. Penthouse 66. Dress code: depravity.

“What!? When did this happen? Did you meet him online?” “No! I’m not online dating. I met him on your birthday at that club. Well, I kind of did. But then afterward…” She quickly explained how they locked eyes at the club, lied about giving him her business card, and how he tracked her down and showed up at her apartment building the next day. She told Rihanna truthfully that she'd sent him away that day thinking him a stalker, but that his friends had interviewed her to get them back in the same room together and now here they were on a date. She kept out the part about the near-rape, him saving her, and the fact that she thought maybe he wasn't human. Plus, she didn’t want Rihanna to think

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

Her face filled the screen on my phone, illuminated by the soft purple glow of her LED ring light. In the physical world, she was only a few feet above me. I could hear the soft click-clack of her nails tapping on the desk. It was intimacy in its purest, most perverted form. Then, the chat began to scroll faster. Usually, it was a blur of emotes and “LULs,” but something in the text caught my eye. A user named ShadowWatcher88 had typed in all caps: ShadowWatcher88: Wait. Look under the bed. There’s a reflection in the mirror behind her.