Poems Horror Novels & Stories

"She Feared None. Even If She Did, She Allowed No One To Peek Through Her Facade And Faced Everything Courageously. Regrettably, The One Who She Allowed Turned To Be The Reason Of Her Downfall." •••••••••• I was in my room, watching horror movie hiding myself in my blanket. I don't get scared easily owing to my life which itself is a nightmare but God?? Why would anyone make this nonsense and call them scary?! And this stupid girl! What does she think of herself? A superwoman? Why can't she just stop poking her nose everywhere and stick only to her house? The girl shrieked when she saw a dead body hanging on the tree and I just shut my mobile off. I guess I'll have some good sleep rather wat

The spirits whisper, "Devil's Backbone, Devil's Backbone, untimely." Sunny starts panicking as the room gets colder. The mirror then starts to shake on top of the fireplace, and she screams in terror. The spirits' whispers grow louder and more menacing, echoing through the room. Trembling, she clutches onto her blanket, feeling paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.

A pale streak of moonlight illuminates a withering tree. It’s said that the Wildland’s beauty is sublime, but now the uncaring hands of darkness linger through these woods. Even with the lively leaves on the trees and beautiful shades of brown that make up the trunks, something is off. Bracts descend from the trees, but before the cotyledons hit the forest grounds, the pads turn into nothing, molding away out of existence. Some of the bark from the tree trunks wavier from the cold winds. A piece blows off, and the husk falls on the bright teal grass. The woodchip wilts away, and the dirty brown plank remnants flow in the air like smoke from burning bodies. This haunting land smells like rott

She began to speak in a distorted, haunting tone, her words echoing through the barren wasteland. "You thought you could find solace in me, didn't you?" she hissed. "But you are mistaken, my dear. I am not the mother you imagined. I am the embodiment of your pain and longing." Fear coursed through my veins as I backed away, stumbling over the decaying flowers. The ground beneath me cracked and split, revealing a vast abyss. Shadows danced along the edges, beckoning me to fall into the depths of darkness. Desperation consumed me, and I screamed for the nightmare to end. But the more I cried out, the louder my mother's laughter grew. Her distorted figure loomed over me, her presence suffocatin

Its presence instils fear and terror in those who cross its path, serving as a grim reminder of its immense evil and inherent cruelty. In the darkest nights and deepest shadows, the Skinning of the Minds lurks, awaiting its next victim, poised to sink its claws into the minds of those unfortunate enough to cross its path. It is an abomination, a merciless creature devoid of compassion, embodying the very essence of evil that dwells within the shadows. "Is he going to devour them now?" Gil asked, her voice trembling with fear. "You can't allow that!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with terror.

It was fucking terrible. As I left the lights behind, the buildings grew tall enough to block any moonlight. The darkness closed in. My eyes darted from every nook and cranny expecting... well I don't know what, to jump out, but something scary. It could be a bad guy or a vampire, or hell a wendiego. An image of a slender white body with a mouthful of pointed teeth plagued my mind. My throat tightened. I could feel that fear surging through me again.

Under the blazing sun, the party walked for an entire half hour before arriving at the village square. "Is this a stone altar?" "Aren't altars par for the course when it comes to myths about the sea? What's there to be surprised about?" The party discussed amongst themselves carefully, before Afro exclaimed, "Wait, that altar isn't made of stones, it's made of human skulls! Wasn't this supposed to just be an A-ranked dungeon? How did so many people die here?" At the center of the square stood a massive watchtower built entirely from human bones.

My sclera are fogged with the dead, bleeding souls of my raven boys, don’t touch the gale of my lungs, for I breathe out ruin and rue. Hold me if you want beasts to devour maidens if you want mountains to quiver like breasts and avalanches to crush, my death blow rips through hearth and home, I am thunderheads, I am hurricanes, never touch your doom, don’t look at the banshee as I clean your death robes, for I gnash, and I devour, and I suck men dry – don’t love the diseased, madwomen are witches. We are not meant for shadowlight kisses, curses

I'd be labeled a freak by association. Goth kids were feared.They always had an air of spookiness and macabre surrounding their auras , they were obsessed with death , dark humor and dark poetry and they always looked as though they stepped right out of a funeral catalogue. Standing next to this five foot tar colored freak, I couldn't stop my rampant thoughts from imagining her working in a cemetery some day.I have a feeling she'd qualify to work in one seeing how obsessed she was with death and everything it came with. "What did you do to my poetry journal?'She barked, holding the aforementioned journal in her pale hands.

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