Smerican Horror Story Novels & Stories

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

Psycho is where it started, where the slasher genre itself started, and where this article has to end as well, she typed. As she saved the full draft, a familiar message tone chimed from her chat application. She smiled, knowing who waited on the other side of the conversation, the same as every other night. Oliver: What is the horror movie tonight? Sidney: How do you know I’m watching a horror movie, stalker? Oliver: You watch horror every night. Besides, I hacked your webcam. Sidney: LOL! Like what you see? Oliver: Always, beautiful. Sidney smiled and bit her index finger between her teeth.

I couldn't understand what he was doing at first. He was getting frustrated as I had no idea what he was try to illustrate for me then said, 'I am the Voodoo Man okay. I once told you I want to become a Sorcerer, now I am. I am the sorcerer in the black cults. I had to live in your world which I future for some time to gather all the spells and enchanting books I needed. "Oh, Oh, Oh. Yeah I recognize you but why would you wear fake sorcerer custume just like the one I wear on Halloween night", I replied him.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

The world is a really funny place. Not everybody knows what is. There were humans and there were others who were not so human. It’s kind of confusing, but there are things beyond human reasoning. There is a whole world out there that no one knows exist. It all hangs in a balance like good and evil, light and dark and then there’s human and supernatural. This is the story.

"And you have pissed me off." He believes me. Suddenly he believes every horror story he has been told since he was a little boy. That they were all true: the dead things hungering for the warm living flesh; the bony hand coming out of the closet in the black of night; the monsters from another page of reality, the unturned page--who could look so human, so cute. He reaches for his gun. Too slowly, much too.

I was back in the kitchen while he had a browse through the different streaming services to try and find something. ‘Do you like horror?’ he asked, shouting to me. ‘Yeah!’ I shouted back and took the fresh drinks back into the living room. I looked at the TV, While it wasn’t a movie, it was still a good choice. ‘American Horror Story?’ ‘Hotel, have you seen it?’

"You may not believe it, but I met a few people who forbade me to come here, especially tonight." "The Day of the Ember Ghost," Dante said. "I'm glad they still talk about that. It's one of my favorite stories, actually. The day when the ember ghost emerges from his hell hole to find his next victim. Or was it the day of bad luck when no fisherman is allowed to go out to sea." Dante laughed. "Some of the locals looked pretty scared when they tried to prevent me from coming here. They really believed in their superstitions," said Jon.

Seeing him happy like that made me worry a little less than I did earlier, until Billy jumped off the bed and said something very disturbing. ‘What if Sharon is not dead?’ He asked me, his face wide with horror. ‘What do you mean?’ I was beginning to shake. ‘What if as soon as you left, Sharon got up and stopped the bleeding in time to call the police?’ ‘Please don’t say that Billy, because if she is not dead, then I am. She saw me. She saw me and at first, she wasn’t keen on letting me in but her sister insisted I come in.’ Billy and I exchanged horrified looks, I burst into tears and Billy came closer to me, trying to calm me down.