Point Horror Novels & Stories

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

“Let’s go! Let’s watch it!” Sidney placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table then sat on the couch with Adam and Cameron. She gathered the remotes and navigated to the movie. Cameron practically vibrated on the cushion as she pressed Play. Sidney smiled to herself, drawing her laptop onto her knees. As the opening credits reflected in Cameron’s wide eyes, she brought her fingertips to the keys. The Horror of Real Life Life is like standing on a frozen steam. It may seem solid, but there is always something flowing and threatening underneath. Horror is that current under it all.

Chapter Three I woke up early the next morning but stayed in bed for a little while, just relaxing. I was surprised at how easy I managed to get to sleep and the lack of nightmares I had. After The Lost Boys, I decided to put on a truly good horror movie that scared me half to death! Normally after those kinds of movies, paired with being home alone, is normally not a good mix. I grabbed my phone off the side and started scrolling through my notifications, surprised when I saw a message on my POF from someone named;

The child zombie burst out from behind the hallway corner. It was unbelievably fast, running with both hands and feet, hitting the ground like an agile panther. As it lunged toward Hayley, the heavy bangs covering its forehead flew up, revealing a pair of eerie, pupil-less white eyes. That innocent childlike face, paired with the pale eye sockets and a blood-soaked mouth split almost to the back of its head, looked straight out of a horror movie. There wasn't a trace of color in its face. Its gray-white eyes locked onto Hayley, filled with nothing but manic excitement.

His orbs searches for that particular lady. On the far side of the battle scene, a pile of lifeless bloody body stole his attention. His heart pounded nervously; curious to confirm her identity, Hodor prances on top of the defeated ones. He had taken several steps before a nervous and frightened chuckle comes out of him. “Th-That c-can’t be!” He stammered. His eyes are bulging out of his sockets. His steps are frantic, backwards, retracing his footsteps. Hodor had seen the face of the lady that gives him horror—and the head she is holding is his.

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

I turned and saw Harmony halfway up the ladder to my bed, half of her body crawling under my mosquito net. Her expression was grotesquely exaggerated, filled with fear as she stared at me. I let out a terrified scream and jumped upright from my bed in shock. The following scream came from Harmony, louder than mine, and then there was a crash as she fell off my bed, landing hard on the floor.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..