Penpal Horror Book Novels & Stories

He flipped on the lights and scanned the room. Her skincare products were neatly arranged on the vanity. The wardrobe remained intact. Yet something felt wrong. His eyes flicked to the bookcases—only a handful of books remained. Caleb frowned. That bookshelf had once been crammed full. Penelope hurried in, feigning concern. "What's wrong, Cal? Didn't she come home yet?" "No." His voice sounded stunned. She sighed with relief, cursing inwardly, 'That bitch.' Moving out would have been enough. But she had emptied the entire walk-in closet, afraid Caleb might not notice.

Noah The head goes on the council table with a sound like a bowling ball wrapped in canvas, because that's roughly what it is. Still frozen. I took it out of Dax's freezer forty minutes ago and it's been sweating through the tarp ever since, fogging up the cooler. Now eleven senior hunters are leaning in to look at a dead woman's face like she's a fishing trophy. She's still beautiful. Even now. Even blue. "A penanggalan," I say. "From Malaysia. It’s a good thing I was made to learn about foreign monsters when I was younger or I’d have assumed it was a vampire."

"Well, not really. The car stopped there for ice cream and then I saw it and Ryan said yes and—" I did not let her finish. "Wait..." I interrupted gently. "A bookstore?" Ryan nodded gently, instead of a reply. "There was this man..." Penny said casually as she continued her tale. "He had a big white thing wrapped around his head, and he stared at us weirdly." My breath stilled. "Stared?" "Not scary-stare," Penny added quickly. "Just, uh, something like ... like he knew us." Ryan shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

It's going to be a short work. 4. It's the author's first attempt at horror and this kind of genre. Apologies if it sounded like a comedy, I'm not trying to make it a comedy. Pinky promise. 5. Author has many more works, check out her website, Youtube, discord and all for more. Insanity is her inspiration. 6. This is a collab work with Goodgrief Sausagepen. Goodgrief is the Main Writer.

It stays with you—even if you make a conscious decision to not live in it, it will pay you visits in dreams–those dreams turned into nightmares. “Vince, are you seriously not going to eat your food?” Penny’s voice echoed in my head in those nightmares. When I remembered her face, her crimson eyes were the first that I saw. She was a vampire like everyone else, but unlike the rest, they were bright with hope. That irritated me the most. Monsters who tried to take the good way. Penelope was one of them. “Vince? King Vincent!” she shouted, and I rolled my eyes. I slowly turned my head to her. She smiled. “Ah, I finally caught your attention.”

I ask him and he stands and goes over to his bookshelves and pulls out a huge book and brings it over to desk that sits in the corner of the room. I quickly get up and moved to him wanting to see the content in the book. I look at the pages as Travis flips slowly through them and I realize every horror movie made in Hollywood was made from a creature of this book. I began to read a page and Travis went to flip the page to quickly and I reached down to stop him from flipping the page and my hand accidentally brushed his hand and chills went through my body to the tips of my toes and I turned to look at him and he was already looking at me.

The book totally has 60 pages, each has 12 to 15 lines. I read the book somewhat unwillingly until one line caught my attention which caused all the hair in my body to stand up immediately. "Once again I'm warning you, Heil is not what you are thinking. His brain is more active than the normal human and he can see your past once he looks into your eyes. Trust me, he is a human, not an animal. I hope my first 30 pages would have cleared your doubt." What!! Heil is not a human!!! It's a monster. I saw that with my own eyes. The book is totally shit!!

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

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