Point Horror Novels & Stories

"I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out." Jacob collapsed, clawing at his throat. "You… The cameras… They will not let you—" I stopped in the doorway. "That was a lie. There are no cameras." I shut the door. Jacob reached out weakly, grasping at empty air. … Third Person Point of View "Do you really have no idea what happened last night?"

I was in the wrong game? This was a horror game, not an otome romance? In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.

Horror filled our features. Our eyes went wide as saucers. Oh sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

I stumbled back and gasped, my eyes snapping open to meet Horris’s burning gaze. “Do you want to get yourself killed?” he demanded. Rising from the chair, he moved closer. His eyes blazed with a fire I had never seen—not even in his strangest moments. Fear crawled through me, settling deep in my chest. I trembled and stepped backward, but he advanced, closing the distance. “Ho—Horris, it’s not what you think,” I stammered, my voice shaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Then tell me what I think it is,” he said, tightening his grip. The pressure made my heart hammer in my chest. His expression was nothing like the calm, distant Horris I knew. This was someone else—dangerous, relentless,

And then— A child’s laughter echoed from inside. Small. Sweet. But ice-cold. Aarav’s blood turned to stone. “Who’s there?” he asked. No answer. Just that laughter again. And then— From the darkness behind the door, two faintly glowing eyes appeared. At the height of a child. But they weren’t human. Completely still. Completely cold. Like a painted image. Then— It stepped out. Aarav raised his flashlight. And what he saw became the greatest terror of his life.

I chuckled and turned to him and asked, "Don't you know that there's different horror movies?" "How?" "Listen, under horror the movies are separated as demonic movies, haunted movies, death consequences movies, and a lot more." He let out a chuckle and said, "Years of experience, huh?" I punched his shoulder and turned on the television and went to the movies in the playlist and asked, "What do you wanna see?" And looked at him. "What about some haunted death consequences? It sounds a little scarier than others." I laughed and said, "Okay." I opened the list of movies related to that and asked him again, "From this list, what do you like to watch?"

Pakin’s P.O.V I continued to drive through the city streets with no destination in mind. It was like I was in a horror movie, and he was the evil spirit that haunted me. Distance could not keep him away, in the same way that moving houses would not help the main protagonist. In fact, just like in a horror movie, it felt like he was sitting in the backseat, watching me through the rearview mirror… The quiet hum of the engine now did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. My knuckles were white against the steering wheel, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

You were never been a fan of horror. Those nasty realistic CGI imprints in your mind and stays. There's no saying when you'll be able to move on. Sometimes when the situation is just inevitable, you end up sharing a bed with Lisa. Zale forcefully drags your body down to sit. In the middle of keeping you settled, he manages to squeeze out his opinion."Horror in broad daylight doesn't sound like a good idea." Lisa pauses, considering the thought before switching the genre of choices. "You have a point."

The sight before me sends a chill down my spine, making me realize the depth of darkness that lies within someone I had thought I knew. My heart clenches in my chest as one of Alex's men opens the wine barrel, revealing a sight so horrific that it freezes me in place. Inside the barrel lies the lifeless body of a man, drained of blood, his pale and empty eyes staring into nothingness. The scene before me is overwhelming and shocking. I can't believe what I am witnessing. Just moments ago, I was watching a horror movie with my stepbrother and his girlfriend, thinking it was all make-believe. Now, the reality of the situation is sinking in, and it's too much for me to process. The boundary bet

I cover a baking sheet with frozen chicken strips and French fries as Perry and Harper search for a movie to watch on the TV. Perry wants to put on Saw while Harper deems it too horrific. "I watched Halloween," he argues. "It's worse than Halloween." I agree, calling from the kitchen, "No Saw." Perry groans. "Look, there's Paranormal Activity." Harper points out. "You haven't seen that; it's about ghosts. You love ghosts, right?"