Our Little Horror Story Novels & Stories

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

Blood all over the walls! [Sister_Sarah]: Dear God... that poor boy, his insides were... [Veteran_Frank]: My fear level is already at 55%. We're all going to die at this rate! [Seminary_Student_Mark]: And the guy on the tenth floor! He stepped into his room and just... vanished! Not even a body left! [Livestream Chat] [Hahaha, the noobs' fear levels are skyrocketing.] [It's only the first night and so many are dead already.]

NIKOLAI POV I sat in the back of the car and didn't speak. Drev knew better than to fill the silence. He drove and I looked out at the city and I turned the conversation with Noah over in my head whether I wanted to or not. A four year old boy sitting on a couch holding a toy car, running a strategy to protect his mother. ‘That's not what my mom told me.’ I pressed two fingers to my mouth and looked out the window.

he called out, raising an eyebrow at me. “Oh, uhm… sorry. Excuse me.” I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. If I could run, I would, but I’d embarrassed myself enough. I willed my legs to walk and hurried out of there. The moment I turned a corner, I placed my hand over my heart, trying to calm my erratically beating chest. Who is that? ••••• “Miss Townsend, any horror student stories to share?” “Uhm?” I glanced at everyone.

And since that night— People say the child wanders through the unfinished mall. Taking faces. Calling people. And sometimes— Walking without a face. Story Ends — Panic in the Auditorium As Aarav finished, students clutched each other in terror. Death-like fear filled every face. Then— The register flipped its page on its own. Blue ink appeared— “Story 2 — Completed” The next name— “Naina Verma” Naina was sitting in the first row— But her chair was empty. And in its place, on the floor—

It lasted approximately six minutes before the boys got bored and demanded something scarier. “No horror,” I said firmly. “Just a little spooky,” Eddie begged. I caved and chose The Haunted Lighthouse, a mildly eerie kids’ movie with a ghost dog and a friendly skeleton. Halfway through, Mr. Speedy mysteriously vanished. “Where’s my turtle?” Oliver wailed. Chaos erupted. Pillows flew. Flashlights beamed under furniture. Claire nearly fell off the couch laughing. After ten minutes, we found Mr. Speedy under the coffee table, wedged behind a stack of comic books, casually eating a gummy worm.

The only light now came from the thin gap under the door—faint hallway glow that slowly dimmed as Lily turned off the lights upstairs. Hours passed. Or maybe minutes. Time dissolved in the black. I sat on the cold floor, back against the unyielding door, whispering her name like a prayer. My mind raced through every horror movie I’d ever seen, but none prepared me for this: the monster didn’t look like a beast. It looked like me. It sounded like me. And my daughter had believed it. I thought about the “C9” boxes—Christmas decorations, year 2009 or something trivial. Now the label felt like a mocking code. C9. The Monster In The Basement.

Now this man known as Shawn has just managed to make me extra scared all over again. "Shawn, stop scaring the poor girl! She's scared enough without evening meeting the boss, what more when she meet him?" Anna referred to Shawn who was already back to scrolling quickly on the iPad, I didn't miss the way he rolled his eyes behind his glasses at what he probably saw on the iPad's screen.

Her eyes widened in shock, a muffled scream escaping her lips as she watched in horror. “Nooo!” Ivan’s father screamed in panic, the gun slipping from his hands, but it was too late to stop. Or maybe not. Feeling a bit generous, I pushed her on the floor, rolling in the opposite direction, but I wasn’t fast enough. I groaned, feeling a sharp pain in the side of my stomach. The sound of bullets connecting with the wall echoed in the room.

Chloe asked in a soft voice. “Lively feasts… I bet it smelled so good…” The little hungry ghost licked his lips. “Granny, you’ve had it rough,” grumbled the poltergeist. Meanwhile, the livestream comments were going wild. [Guys, I’m emotionally wrecked! I’m watching a wholesome family drama in a horror game!] [Sniff… Granny’s story hits so hard, I’m missing my own granny from back home!] [Help! I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game!]