Point Horror Mga Nobela at Kwento

I told him that it might take a lot of our time cooking and eating so we better watch a movie and binge eat some packaged food or chips if we are further more hungry. Have you watched THE FINAL DESTINATION? He asked. I usually don’t watch horror movies since they haunt me all night, I remember staying awake the whole night with high temperature during my 10th grade, once after I happened to watch a horror film. It is a big deal for me to pluck up courage in sequence to get down the bed to even pee, who knows something might pop up from underneath the bed to drain your blood. I wasn’t in a position to defend saying I’m scared to watch a horror film or rather shall we opt for some romance. I w

I replied back and kept the phone on the table. I was bored. So I played some movie in my laptop. I watched Annabelle, a horror film. The film is very scary and good. Even so, I'm not afraid of ghost. When I was a child, I was very afraid of ghosts. However, as I grew up, I realised that people are scarier than ghosts. Now. I'm only afraid of Burglars, Kidnappers and rapist people. I sighed and looked at the clock. It's almost 1:30 pm. I ordered my lunch through an online hotel since I don't know how to cook.

The stench of death hung in the air, Mike’s black ooze slowly seeping into the carpet. I forced myself to stay calm, my eyes scanning the rapidly scrolling chat. 【Wait, I think this is a word game!】 【What do you mean?】 【I’ve played horror games like this before. The Boss twists your wish! That guy said he wanted to ‘expose’ the Boss, and the Boss stripped all the flesh from his bones.】 【Holy crap, so how do you beat it?】

"Shit!" I clung to my Phantom Scooter's half-dead handlebars, flying over a hallway smeared with who-knows-what slime. Dashboard screamed in blood-red: 00:59. A literal death timer. "Overtime termination! Terminate my ass!" I roasted the system six ways to hell and floored it like I was chasing a warp zone. Third floor. Haunted High. The emergency lights flickered puke green over a ghost girl brushing her hair, back turned, dress in tatters.

“Exactly, some groups have experienced more hardship than others. This happened in their backyards, literally, for many of them. When they stopped the events from happening. Gods, I wasn’t there but had it described to me. How do I describe this? Fine, it was like a horror movie. Some of them recognized body parts and saw what happened to their victims.” “How many victims as you call it were there?” “There’s no way to tell. For us, it might take years to find out and we’ll never have an accurate number. As for your people? We do not know and don’t have the evidence to find out. I saw the faces of the people that came back and I don’t think any of them were emotionally or mentally unaffected

Because he had just been ripped apart. I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent. “I was hungry,” he murmured. Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before. [Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.] [Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.] [Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]

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.

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated. Bonus scene ideas too would be great. Thanks once again.

horror striking Adir push her away with his fist, she groan but maintain her hold on him,She slip into his skin eating it sloppily,a small dagger kept by the door side for protection flash,he bend down dragging her with him to pick the dagger and slash her throat cutting her head off,her body fall limply on the ground,the hands inside his body dropping from it's reach,Adir sit down beside the door breathing abnormally. Something he leant about the night creatures was that anything could penetrate their skin and ordinary plastic item could tear through their skin but it can't kill them,they take hours to heal when you strike them,no matter where you throw the bodies and the organs,it located

It felt wrong to laugh, and yet he couldn't stop; some broken part of him found the whole scene absurd, unbearable, hilarious in the way only true horror could be. "What was that!" a man shouted from somewhere inside. "Maybe it's the boy, boss," came another voice, tight with nervous energy. "Then check on it." "Yes, sir." The back door creaked open, and a man stepped out, scanning the yard, but he found no one waiting there. Only a raccoon sat in the grass, gnawing at an apple core, indifferent to the chaos inside. Jack had already pressed himself against the far side of the outhouse, his knees drawn to his chest, his breath held tight in his lungs. He forced himself to stay still, though h