Short Horror Stories Stephen King Novels & Stories

, I cried out as my eyes met with the woman's by the door, marking the grimace on her face. The ground began to rumble and shake as the air filled with foreboding doom. Manuel left my neck, my blood leaking out from his mouth as his eyes went round the building in question. I felt like I was going to throw up as memories flooded in to my mind with unforgiving relentlessness. *** I screamed in my head as fangs elongated and bit into my neck, sucking out my blood just as Manuel had done as red eyes faced mine. I opened my eyes to find a figure towering over me, talking in words I couldn't understand.

In a way that made me want to run far, far away. Something was coming tomorrow night. And something inside Stephen… wasn’t human anymore. AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading! Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe to stay updated on what happens next. Trust me, you won’t want to miss what’s coming! Stay tuned! 💜

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

Those were just stories, because in the blink of an eye, the gentle officer who just stood limp on the side, saying nothing but following orders, fell to the ground, holding his neck and jerking in pain as blood gushed out of his throat. The other one, the particular ‘I know everything’ one, trembles as the devil in my wardrobe grasps him and slowly steps out of the wardrobe, his eyes bloodshot and… soulless. He wasn’t like a living human being. His shadow swallows me as I look up at him like a god, taking steps backwards with shaky legs, until I reach the wall, having nowhere else to retreat to. My pupils can only dance around the scene, straight out of a horror movie… I’m fine, except for

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them. Even now the shadows in my room play havoc with my subconscious, so I turn the light on and sleep with one eye open. Also, when my computer starts to go on the fritz just as I write a particularly spooky part of a story, I chuck it up to chance and swallow a little harder before checking to make sure that I have only one shadow. It’s amazing that I still get so scared as an adult. You sure would have thought that for someone who makes a living scaring people, I would know better, right?

Months later my dad had settled down, he frequently teleported to Asia to see his newly wedded wife, they had fun together, he also narrated the happenings of the previous months to Katherine, That year Tania (my mom) gave birth so did Katherine, my mom gave birth to my little sister Annabelle, while Katherine gave birth to my step brother Troy, my day became very excited, his happiness knew no bound 12 years in the Old world is equivalent to a year in the New world, Katherine and Troy had departed to New York City for settlement, 60 years later in Judi Realm and 5 years later in Earth Realm, I was 108 years then (9 years old) while Anna was 60 (5 years old) together with Troy, my dad told u

The coked ones as some of the articles had called them. She watched every creepy documentary, every shaky video of glowing eyes and impossible strength. Articles about missing people. Legends about cold-skinned monsters. Medical breakdowns of “blood anomalies” in captured corpses. She didn’t sleep at all. By sunrise she was convinced. This is what killed Dad. A creature with no shadow. A creature too cold to be human. A creature like Evan. When she confronted him, she expected anger. Instead, he had gone pale, paler than usual that is.

Something was happening or going to happen but he couldn't place what it was. He is cruel, ruthless, unforgiving, relentless and coldhearted. He runs everything with an iron fist and doesn't tolerate disobedience or failure. He is Dominic Issac King and The King of the Vampires. She was alone, running for her life, Hiding whenever and where ever she can. She had people of all sorts chasing her for different reasons and she didn't even know what all those reasons were. She knew some were because of what she was but she didn't know what she did wrong for everyone else to want her dead. She had a few close calls, having to pull out a number of silver bullets from different parts of her body luc

In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs. "What's that?" I caught myself as a heavy reek of blood filled my nose. I pulled out my phone to light the way. One glance and my blood ran cold. It was the fake officer's body. He was dead. My stomach lurched, and I retched. His eyes were wide, and he was slumped against the wall, utterly still. Blood covered him, especially across the chest, and his clothes were almost black. I must've stepped on his outstretched foot and nearly fallen. I fought down a wave of nausea, lifted my phone for light, and stepped closer to see how he'd died.