Sticky Notes Horror Story Novels & Stories

The room is in disarray, furniture overturned, and belongings scattered across the floor. In the center of the chaos, a note lies on the bed, held down by a heavy paperweight. I approach it cautiously, glancing around to ensure no one is hiding in the shadows. I pick up the note, my hands trembling as I unfold the paper. The message is short but chilling: “We have them. Don’t do anything stupid if you want to see them again.” My mind races as I try to process the situation. Who could have done this? And why? I need answers, and I need them fast. I pocket the note and turn on my heel, wanting nothing more than to hunt down the bastards who tried to mess with me.

His number would not ring. Maybe he needed space to sort out everything going on. I stared at the torn page in front of me—a fragment I’d found near the old vent shaft in the hallway closet. Watermarked. It had Discolored ink and was part of the Obsidian report. It had been one of the first clues, the first sign that this house had ghosts hidden in its walls. My stomach twisted.

Halloween always brought out the weirdos, but I didn’t expect to be one of them, out here alone in the middle of nowhere, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. My boots crunched on the gravel path, the barn looming ahead, its weathered wood silhouetted against the crimson sky. The rumors called it haunted, a place where people vanished on Halloween night, but I figured it was just small-town nonsense. Still, my heart pounded, a mix of adrenaline and unease. The wind rustled the corn, whispering like it was alive, and I swore I heard something—a low growl, deep and primal, cutting through the night. I froze, camera dangling, my breath visible in the chilly air. The growl came

However, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat as I turned to head for the bed. There was a little piece of paper with a note written on it on my bedside table. Even though I did not recognize the handwriting, the message chilled me: "At midnight, meet me in the ancient oak forest. Come alone." I felt a surge of fear mixed with curiosity. What did they want from me, and who could have written this note? I was standing there pondering my options when I heard a slight scratching noise coming from the window. I turned to see a single word scrawled on a tiny piece of paper that was adhered to the glass:

record. ZF-BOSS, with his dead camera, was now leaping about, trying to get back to Bima to record the 'content'. He clearly couldn't wait. Damn! We're trapped again! Lia yelled. In front of them, from the darkness, came the faint sound of scraping, very close. SRAK! SRAK! Stalker Zombies. Dozens of glowing red eyes, small and cunning, emerged from the shadows. They moved soundlessly, circling Bima, Riska, and Lia.

All of a sudden, an inexplicable sense of dread seized my heart without warning. "Aurora?" I called out. However, there was no response. I flipped the switch. The lights in the room came on, illuminating the stack of documents on the desk in the adjoining study as well. But our bed was empty. Aurora wasn't sleeping there. I walked toward the study. The moment I laid eyes on the documents on the desk, I began to tremble. On top of the stack was a sticky note. "Leonardo, we're even now." Even? I frowned and set it down.

She warned. "Uh-huh, seems like that's the reason why you don't want to go there." She didn't even deny it. "Of course! I hate ghosts!" I can't believe she's such a brave girl to confess her feelings, yet she's a coward when it comes to ghosts. As I made it to the storage room, I found a note that's slid out underneath the door. It was a weird note that says 'help'. "Spooky." I said with a bored face. I took the note and crumpled it.

I call out with a terrifying voice no one was in the house but Cleo and i more curious than anything, I approached the notes slowly. I kept down cautiously and picked up the strange paper. On it where only 5 words scribbled in blood " GET OUT, HE IS COMING!!" immediately the door that it just come out from closes and it was then I realised it was the door to the steps which lead to the basement Immediately, cleo's terrified voice ehcos from outside " help ..." He Screams and i jerk up

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 .

Did she think I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between the heartbeat of a cat and the heartbeat of a human? Typical Jacqueline. Always underestimating me. But when my eyes fall on something else in her room, I start to think that maybe she wasn’t so smart after all. What I see frightens me. It is a note written in black blood all over the walls of her room— possibly, her own blood. “I WILL KILL GREED. DO NOT TRY TO STOP ME.” The bloody note reads. With shaky breaths leaving my lips, I throw my eyes round the room.