Our Little Horror Story Novels & Stories

he said bitterly. Sheila fell to the ground. "No! No! That's not true. You are not dying Jeremy," she said shaking her head as if it would make her wake up from a dream. John too was very sad and he looked at his son with a heavy heart. Soon the three families were in tears. "Why are you dying? What has that thing done to my son?" Sheila wailed. Jeremy sat there as tears dropped from his eyes. He didn't know whether Milan and Klein were going to find the pithos before the full moon. Soon he and Klein might disappear from the face of the earth..

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

Mira begged her mum with her tiny little voice as her mum was about to put her to bed "Okay dear, I'll tell you something very different, it's a mythical story and it's a bit scary" her mum said "Yeeeee, I love scary" Mira raise her little hands up happily "Okay listen," her mum started as she took a seat beside her little child's bed

Carl asked, voice soft. Ophelia didn’t stop walking. “This what?” He smirked. “This fire you keep throwing at me.” She glanced at him sideways. “You like getting burned?” “Maybe.” “Idiot.” “Maybe.” They stopped by the fountain, the one with the statue of the twins who’d founded Velgrave. One had wings. The other had fire in her palms. “You know what scares me the most?” Ophelia said after a long silence. Carl waited. “That it’s not over,” she whispered. “That the next threat might not be digital or rogue... but something already inside us.”

"Just make sure you actually read it." "I will," I said, forcing a smile and lightly tugging him closer by the waist. He leaned into me easily, resting his forehead against my chest with a soft sigh. Holding him felt so natural now that it terrified me. Later that evening, after Nathan left to grab a change of clothes from his apartment, I stood in the corner of my bedroom, holding a tiny, black recording device. It was a hidden camera I’d bought online a week ago. The original plan was simple.

"Don't mind him. He's just a psycho." I shook my head, and my eyes instantly filled with tears. "He was waiting for me at the estate gates. He said… He said I'll be his sooner or later." I looked up at him through blurry eyes. "Dante, I'm scared." "Dante's" expression darkened in an instant. He set the jewelry box down, the atmosphere around him turning so cold it was suffocating. "He wouldn't dare!"

It was an odd scene, but it had a harmonious charm. The film had all the elements of a typical horror movie. A group of friends heard rumors about a haunted house in the city and, excited and curious, decided to live there for a week. During this time, they gradually uncovered the truth about the haunted house and the death of a woman who had once lived there. The movie featured numerous spine-chilling scenes that made Annie shiver, her eyes tightly shut at times. She loved the thrill of watching horror films, but this one felt eerily realistic, sending shivers down her spine.

I was the teenage boy in love once again. We walked down to the carnival holding hands. My driver had offered to take us the way but I enjoyed living it simple with her. She enjoyed the simplicity too. We decided to try the House of Horror first. It was supposed to be hunted by Antionette and her parents. I had tried my best not to scream during the whole thing because they had managed to get me a couple of times even though I had practically rehearsed for this very moment. She held my hand the whole way, squeezing tight as she slowly reassured me it was going to be fine.

I replied to her. "Don't tell me you two believe in ghosts stories." She asked before eating her salad. "Of course we do." We said in unison. "I also heard, that the house where you're living is haunted by three little kids. I'm surprised you haven't seen them. Then again, they can only be seen on Halloween night." I told her while getting closer to her and then I said, "boo." Which caused her to get up and run from the cafeteria. We all laughed hysterically. That was awesome.

Why would she do this? I hadn’t anticipated being this hurt by her little stunt. Irritation furrowed my brows. I would be sure to let her know in explicit detail how annoyed I was by her stunt when I got her back. I rubbed the back of my neck and turned out of her room heading to mine. It was the full moon tonight. Kiara had what she wanted at least. I thought back to what Lilith had told me about her nightmares and the suspected reason for them. I opened my room door to find Lilith perched daintily on my bed like she owned it, sipping some of blood while she waited for me to arrive. I groaned and closed the door.