Novel & Cerita Our Little Horror Story

📖 ⸻ Words appeared across its pages. ⸻ TITLE: THE LAST STORY ⸻ The stars outside flickered. ⸻ Reality trembled. ⸻ The Mother froze. ⸻ The Father looked horrified. ⸻ Because they recognized it. ⸻ The final story. ⸻ The story currently being written. ⸻ The story of Ilyaan. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Horrifying Discovery Ilyaan stared at the pages. ⸻

Fauzia didn’t flinch when she watched the movie, Shanoa was calm while Zariyah was not interested because she’s on her phone while the three ladies keep on screaming as if death was near them. The movie ended while the women on the couch fainted. “Why did you guys watch this horror thing? You all look drained.” Fauzia noticed them, she couldn’t help but laugh at the look of Lumiere who was holding her chest. "It was her idea." Lystra pointed Mavis. "It's morning, why are you so scared?" Zariyah butted in but her attention was still focused on her phone. “That movie is scary, Iya.” She said as if she’s saying ‘duh’ at her. “It was based on the true story though, and that is the most terrifyin

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

I want to curl up inside the wardrobe, but I can't. There'll be another one soon. And another. He needs to get his money's worth tonight. Mum owes him. Footsteps shuffle up the hallway, coming closer. Beer breath and nicotine-stained fingers. Casey is quiet now as her face is pushed into the pillow. As quiet as a mouse. As still as the dead. But I'm still screaming. I think I'll scream forever.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

The omegas had quietly delivered large bowls of buttery popcorn, an assortment of fizzy drinks, chocolate, and even some gummy worms—because, as Phoenix insisted, “It’s not a horror movie without gummy worms.” Gabby sat squished between Seris and Rory, clutching a soft blanket like a shield. Cato was behind them with Alex and Tyler, while Phoenix and Lucian lounged side by side in front, feet kicked up, already tossing popcorn into each other’s mouths. “I still don’t understand why we’re doing horror,” Gabby muttered, already suspicious of the creepy violin in the film’s score. “Because it’s tradition,” Phoenix said with a mouthful of popcorn. “Besides, the first jump scare always tells you

After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent. 303: "Everyone in this building is gonna die tonight!" 603: "What the hell is happening downstairs?" 304: "Wait, wasn't the guy in 303 already… dead?" 401: "Seriously, who's using his phone to pull a prank? This isn't funny." Apartment 303 was Edgar's unit, and the message was coming from his WhatsApp account. The other residents were buzzing about it, but no one seemed to take that line seriously. The building was six stories tall, with four units per floor, and it wasn't fully occupied. I shot Jacob a text. "Who took Edgar's phone after he died?"

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

They were my comfort pajamas, especially if I had a rough crying session coming on. Did I have one coming on? It was better to be prepared. I found myself back on the couch, sipping my lemonade as a horror movie played on the screen. It was only ten minutes into it and a dead little girl made an appearance. I giggled at the characters’ screaming that followed it. “You don’t get scared?” “What’s so scary about this?” I shot back in amusement. “I mean, they’re clearly going to die.” “Everyone dies, Marcus.” I rolled my eyes. “Plus, the movie isn’t even remotely relatable.”

The noise was subtle enough not to bring her mother out to investigate. Beth studied the stairs for a moment. She hadn’t been scared of the dark since she was little, but this house was weird in so many ways, like the layout, for example. It was old, and she figured someone had likely died there at one point in time of another, so she checked the stairs and was relieved that Halley was the only ghost she’d likely see that night. Carefully, she felt along the railing with her free hand and slid her feet forward across the thick, brownish-yellow carpet, taking her time so as to avoid plummeting to her death.