Novel & Cerita Short Horror Stories To Read Online

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

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

As I stepped out and fumbled for my towel, a spooky creak scraped along the doorframe, sending a jolt of fear through my veins. Gosh, why did I do this to myself? I had this terrible habit of reading horror stories and spending sleepless nights huddled under the covers in fear. And then it came again, the same scraping noise but followed by muffled, ominous laughter. It was definitely not my overactive imagination. Did someone else use this room when I wasn't around at night? Goosebumps erupted across my already prickling skin as I slowly opened the door a sliver to look. It was only a quarter past nine, too early for ghosts to come out. At least in the stories I read, they waited till midni

The second one made more sense but it was also the one that I had the most doubt in being the truth because of the duration and everything happening and what I was hearing that I didn't know before. I had given up on finding anything in the local libraries or even on the internet because everything that came up in searches was folklore and creepy stories of people who swear they have seen the undead and everything else parents use to scare us, children, into behaving ourselves. Some of the sites I had ended up on had seriously scared me a lot more than the three men who had turned into vicious beasts and nibbled on a moving car's tyres.

I replied back and kept the phone on the table. I was bored. So I played some movie in my laptop. I watched Annabelle, a horror film. The film is very scary and good. Even so, I'm not afraid of ghost. When I was a child, I was very afraid of ghosts. However, as I grew up, I realised that people are scarier than ghosts. Now. I'm only afraid of Burglars, Kidnappers and rapist people. I sighed and looked at the clock. It's almost 1:30 pm. I ordered my lunch through an online hotel since I don't know how to cook.

Long live the over Lord" the crowd responded as they bow down to their new over Lord. Among the people that escaped with me were; Annabelle (my sister) Linx (500 years old male vampire) Dexter (380 years old male vampire) and Tessa (400 years old female vampire) We were all teleported to the new world, the age of humans beings, We landed at New York, inside someone's plantation, at night, a girl was coming with lights and some farm tools, maybe wanted to harvest something, I sighted her meters away due to my vampire sights, before she could approach us we quickly shape shifted to the form which she took (human form), when she got close to us she heard us humming

"Yes, Antonia. The Craon was surprised to see the great God and Goddess in his little abode so he gladly brought them in, offered them drinks, and asked what brought them. They told it that they want it to guide the cage of your father and the Craon gladly accepted cause all that mattered to it was that he was going to live in the sea once more. But to hide the truth from all so that the beings won't know that the Craon is back they caged your father in the deserted sea. The sea till ten years to come will always be the most dangerous sea one can ever see. I can take you to the sea Antonia, yes I can. But before then you have to make a journey to the only females that can give you a portion

He pulls his penis out, and I guess it's supposed to be hard, but where Shaun is a python, Adam is an inchworm. "Alright, Sherri, here comes the pain. Just hang in there. I promise it won't last." Adam reaches over to untie the gag, but I fall back onto the cot as the pain takes over. My body feels like every bone is breaking and piercing through my skin. "Bitch, you better sit back up and put this in your mouth, or you're going to regret it." Adam tries to force me to sit, but I begin convulsing as the tears run down my face. I'm going to die. It's too soon for me to shift, and this is going to kill me, I'm sure of it. Adam steps back and stares at me with wide eyes. I close my eyes, wishin

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.