Stories Horror Novels & Stories

I cover a baking sheet with frozen chicken strips and French fries as Perry and Harper search for a movie to watch on the TV. Perry wants to put on Saw while Harper deems it too horrific. "I watched Halloween," he argues. "It's worse than Halloween." I agree, calling from the kitchen, "No Saw." Perry groans. "Look, there's Paranormal Activity." Harper points out. "You haven't seen that; it's about ghosts. You love ghosts, right?"

The omegas had quietly delivered large bowls of buttery popcorn, an assortment of fizzy drinks, chocolate, and even some gummy worms—because, as Phoenix insisted, “It’s not a horror movie without gummy worms.” Gabby sat squished between Seris and Rory, clutching a soft blanket like a shield. Cato was behind them with Alex and Tyler, while Phoenix and Lucian lounged side by side in front, feet kicked up, already tossing popcorn into each other’s mouths. “I still don’t understand why we’re doing horror,” Gabby muttered, already suspicious of the creepy violin in the film’s score. “Because it’s tradition,” Phoenix said with a mouthful of popcorn. “Besides, the first jump scare always tells you

"Emma went out to meet a client today. Could it be her in the elevator?" Anna's face went completely pale. "Oh my God. I was already joking with her about being wrapped up like a burrito. She's only been here a month. This is too horrible." Seeing the blood on the floor, others gasped in shock. "She just graduated from grad school. So young, and already…" "She was a little strange at first, but she was a good person. How could something like this happen to her?" The murmurs grew louder, filled with stunned disbelief and sorrow.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door. I pressed my back against it, looking at my unconscious mother in the bedroom, and closed my eyes. A living hell on earth was worse than any horror game. When humans start killing each other, they were more terrifying than monsters. ... Meanwhile, a group of bosses gathered in the empty supermarket, staring at each other in confusion. "Uhm, where's Ms Thrushwood?" one of them asked. "She's always punctual. Even on restock days when the shop's closed, she tells us ahead of time," another commented.

“So? What’s your poison?” My eyes scanned the options. A superhero sequel, an animated comedy, a historical drama that looked painfully boring, and...The Veil, a horror movie with a poster featuring a pale, long-fingered hand reaching out of a shadow. I’d always had a love for horror. The jump scares, the palpable tension, the way you could scream in the dark and no one would think you were weird. It was the perfect release. “That one,” I said, pointing before I could second-guess myself.

“Did I enter the wrong room? Is this even a horror game? I thought I clicked an otome game!” Everyone was stunned, and just like that, under the players’ watchful eyes, he carried me upstairs.

"Incubi seduce young women while they sleep. We need the others to know you aren't here for sport." As if tomorrow wasn't already going to be bad enough! Now she had to worry about creatures seducing her in her sleep. Where was a good, sturdy, chastity belt when she needed one? “Others? How many others are there?” she asked. “How many other incubi are here?” William tried to clarify her question. “How many kinds of immortals are there?” Emily asked. Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack?

Bill didn’t even spare her a glance and just continued on walking. “You are scaring me. Why are you taking me here? Are you a vampire? Are you gonna suck my blood and leave me dead here? Gosh. Or are you going to bury me alive here?” Her body was frightened of her thoughts. She was with a stranger, in the dark, at the cemetery, Whoaah! It’s a complete setting for a horror movie. “Yes. I will bury you here if you don’t stop talking. Will you please shut up? You are exploding my ears.” Bill was obviously running out of patience.