Short Horror Tales Novels & Stories

“We can see which holes she likes best to be fucked in.” Hannah was a tiny, petite and utterly gorgeous girl. Nobody was entirely sure of her heritage but she looked perhaps half-Portuguese. And the image of her naked on a bed, her small breasts on show, Helen between her legs, pushing a thick strap-on into the girl, stretching her out... I was getting hard again, and quickly. “We need condoms,” I said. “If we keep talking like this I’m liable to fuck you again.” A smirk from Helen’s beautiful lips. “What about Carol, then,” she said. “You like the look of her. What about her, bent over a desk, skirt up, begging for cock?”

Kellan jumped in fear after hearing Harvey’s words. He instinctively tried to wipe The Haunt off his body, but to no avail. Zarla clenched her teeth in disbelief. “There’s no way it’s that serious!” “Do you think we’re in a movie or something?” “He must’ve scraped his body!” “Surely that thing won’t move at all!” Before Kellan could say anything in response, The Haunt suddenly moved closer together. The sight alone completely terrified Zarla. Cliff, who only believed in science, was shocked as well; his eyes started twitching.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

Now let's talk about my other books. Nightmare Land is not changing, but I am re-editing the first 18 chapters, which I will try to finish as soon as I can. Again, I will try to get the re-edits out with a new chapter, so just bear with me. Not only that, but I'm trying to add on a new book called Dark Tales of the Alive Undead. I have received no response about that either, but I'm waiting for an entire week to see if my editor will respond. I know they say to wait a whole month for new books, but this is also about my other books.

Gentlemen and Ladies welcome to a world that apparently is very similar to yours. Here we have all the big cities and all the big states too. But we also have some things more, and it is not the dragons, vampires and werewolves you are thinking about. I am talking about the oddly things. Boys that never grow, invisible men, and cats in boots. You know which place all those figures appears. Welcome to fairy tales world, this is the antics of Bia's crew.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, scrolling further, trying different keywords. There were no reports of anything shady. No horror stories. Just a lingering air of mystery, of exclusivity. And desire. A few anonymous posts hinted at things left unsaid. "You’ll never be the same after." "Your darkest fantasies, waiting to be unlocked." "I was scared, but I shouldn’t have been." My breath hitched, hands tightening around my phone. I leaned back on the couch, dragging my fingers across the embossed lettering of the invitation once more.

"The perimeter is leaking, and the undead have already found the seam. Clear the courtyard in two days. Every single one." A chill ran down my spine as I remembered the old northern stories—rotting jaws still snapping long after their legs had been severed, hollow bodies that kept tearing and feeding with no scent and no pain. They never stopped. I swallowed the fear rising in my throat and lifted my chin. "Fine. Give me the weapon."

I walked quietly toward the house and noticed the door was slightly open. I frowned in confusion. Rafael wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Curious, I stepped inside and closed the door softly behind me. As I walked toward the bedroom, I heard low noises coming from the last room down the hallway. My steps slowed. What was that sound? My heart started beating faster as I moved closer to the door. Then I heard soft moans. My eyes widened. Slowly, I pushed the door open. The sight in front of me made my entire body freeze.

His hand pushed my head down further on him and forced me to stay there. I tried to breathe out of my nose and gagged once more. I needed to breathe. The lights turned on, and I froze. Fear and excitement stirred within me at the thought of getting caught. As long as I kept quiet, we wouldn’t be. “I already checked in there,” Helen said. Mr. Albert's tongue massaged my clit faster as his fingers thrust hard and deep inside of me. The sound of my wet pussy squelching overwhelmed me. There’s no doubt that they couldn’t hear it.

I’d heard there were places where you could rent the tapes for a lot less than what they cost to buy, but it hadn’t changed my mind. I started towards the doorway with the curtain but stopped short by the tapes next to it. This section was at least twice the size of all the others. The covers of these boxes were all screams and knives. Bloody chainsaws and heaving breasts. The sign resting here was carefully drawn in black gothic type letters, each dripping red: “Horror.” Hanging by a piece of tape off every other shelf were letter-sized flyers exactly like the ones that man was putting on windshields out at the Farm and Fleet. I peeled one off to get a closer look.