Rules Horror Novels & Stories

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

Hands lunged for my throat from all sides as I desperately tried to pull out the meteor hammer from my inventory, only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" Silvia held up my meteor hammer from behind. "That level-six item of yours is pretty impressive. If it were just Derrick, he wouldn't stand a chance. "You're not a player, are you? You don't even know the most basic rule. Cursed items don't work on players. They only affect the entities in the dungeon. Players can only harm each other using modern weapons." It all clicked at once as I realized she had already teamed up with Derrick, and when the meteor hammer struck him earlier, Silvia must have used her Hypnotic Eyes on me, which mean

The shadows moved with purpose—the workers, thirty strong, silent but ominous, creeping ever closer to the house. He closed the door, dragging a wooden table behind him like a crude barrier. His hands closed around the rusty fork, feeling a cold bite, then he dropped it to pick up the heavy hammer, testing its weight in his bloodied hands. A voice rang from behind the door: "Open up, you madman!" "Death is inevitable!" The driver's eyes widened, glowing faintly in the darkness like smoldering coals. He remained silent, defiant, watching the shadows outside. Suddenly, a window in a side room shattered. The workers began to climb in, one by one, their intentions clear and deadly. The driver st

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

" Something is troubling you, Lora. Tell me, what is it that troubles you?" She first took a deep breath. " I had this dream, " she began. " Not once, not twice not three times either. I've had it a lot of times and even now. " " Okay, I'm listening. " " There was a war, a very great war between the hunters and the demons and no one survived it, not even Lucas. " Tears made it's way down to her cheek. She sniffed, sighing heavily. " It keeps appearing to me, every night. I want it to go, I just want it to leave but it won't. It won't so it keeps appearing instead. I'm scared mother, I'm scared. "

Robert stood frozen, a statue of horror, staring at his hands as the realization of his sin began to pierce through his stupor. At that moment, a single, warm drop of blood trailed down Lara’s forehead and seeped into her eye. Her vision turned a violent, visceral red. It was a baptism of gore. She forced her eyes open, the world stained crimson, only to find the ultimate nightmare staring back at her. Suzy… her little witch… her only light… lay slaughtered in the dark.

As for where he was in the dark of night, well, he was right by my food stall. The audience easily guessed that something sinister was going on, and their discussion reached a fever pitch. [The newbie is done for. The players have started killing one another.] [The scariest part of this horror game isn’t just the ghouls. Sometimes players are even more ruthless to one another.] [Her cooking might be able to win over the ghoul NPCs, but it won’t do much against another player’s longsword!] [What’s she going to do now? Can someone communicate with Camden? I can spend money to convince him not to do it. I’ll spend whatever it takes!]

He got comfortable and watched Aria drop her tablet onto a side table before she got comfortable on the arm of a matching chair. “Alright. We’ve dealt with a Lich and his army of fools and Frankenstein-type monsters. He planned this attack for decades. We aren’t sure how long he influenced people and events. But his victims numbered in the thousands and crossed all races. Humans, mages, shifters. Absolutely everyone. No one caught it until it was almost too late to recover from. It’s really a black mark on NARC’s record.” “NARC? Remind me what that is again?” So far Hal was keeping up.

Spencer demanded, not tearing his eyes from Dimitiri's. I took a slow step backwards, not sure if I really wanted to be in the middle of a Shape Shifter and Vampire fight. I slowly spun on my heel, patting Claire's head on my way inside. As soon as I was in the house, Lydia rushed to me and Spencer slammed the glass door shut. I hesitantly turned around, not really sure if I wanted to watch this fight happen. But when I turned around, everybody had already disappeared. -