Point Horror Novels & Stories

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

"Yeah, it's difficult to believe. Dexter just took him down with brutal efficiency, no hesitation." Astrid nods, her eyes wide with the contrast. "Exactly! How can someone who's faced down real-life nightmares be afraid of something as silly as a horror movie?" Phoenix grins, leaning back. "Well, you should've seen him the last time we watched one. The minute the spooky music started, he got all fidgety. And when the first jump scare hit, he practically leaped off the couch. I thought he was going to break the TV with his reaction."

Then the horror roared. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The sound shattered valleys. Destroyed cliffs. Sent shockwaves across continents. But this time— nobody stepped back. Not the armies. Not the heirs. Not the guardians. Nobody. Because for the first time— the horror looked afraid. Actually afraid. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable actually. Then the creature moved. Fast. Far too fast. Its massive hand shot toward Thomas. Reality exploded around it. The sky tore open. Mountains cracked.

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

Blood stained the once pristine kitchen table, casting a sinister shadow over the room. A guttural scream escaped my lips as I rushed to her side, my trembling hands reaching out to her limp form. Fear and panic gripped my heart, each beat echoing the terrifying possibilities that raced through my mind. But as my gaze darted around the room, the ultimate horror struck me like a bolt of lightning. A numbing realization that tore through my very soul. They were gone. My triplets, my precious children, were nowhere to be found. Daniel POV My fists collided with the unyielding surface of the box, each punch carrying the weight of my anger and frustration. My heart raced, my breath heavy as the i

I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me. "Aaaaaa!" I screamed loudly as her hair touched my thigh. "Don't Hamdan, let go. Let him go!" I screamed louder when Hamdan put it on my thigh. I looked into his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt dizzy. Honestly, I can not meet this one creature. It would be better if I met the top class mafias than having to see this thing. I'm still traumatized when I watch Chucky's latest horror film series which was released last month. If you don't know, just try looking for a horror doll movie with that title. Enough, I can't do anything. “Ahahahahahaha, I'm so scared Evan. You bastard.”

The deafening silence only intensifies his fear, leaving him with a sinking feeling that something truly horrific has occurred. Richard took his step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. And as his feet move, the scene before his eyes gets much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down his spine. His heart races as he realizes that he is not alone in this house, and the unknown presence lurking in the shadows only fuels his terror.

Lucy's pov; At the movie theatre, the lights went out at once and it was as quiet as a grave. No music could be heard anymore. The audience had vanished completely. It was dark and eerie. Everyone knew that a horror film always began with a blackout. That's when it was most likely to end in blood spatter and screams. Tyler held my hands tight to my body as I stared straight ahead. I turned to him and asked, "Are you scared of horror movies?"

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.