Surreal Horror Novels & Stories

“Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.” Bree slumps on the couch and rubs her fingers against her temple. “So, the nightmares are real?” Zoe sits down next to her and takes her hand. “Are you talking about the night terrors you've been having?” Bree nods, tears glinting in her eyes. “I always see it. It has glowing eyes and snake teeth. And I'm running from it, but before it can kill me, I'm saved

Brandon set his camcorder on a tripod at the other side of the table, almost against the back wall, to keep in frame not only us, but also the loads of documents before us. We’d spent about thirty minutes going through records when one of the old maps caught my attention. “Look,” I said, showing it to Brandon. “See this town, Greenwich? It was flooded when they built the Quabbin.” He leaned in, studying the area I was pointing at with a curious frown. “So? What’s so special about it? Flooded graveyard or something like that?” I rolled my eyes. Of course the West Coast alien didn’t know. “Lovecraft’s The Dunwich Horror was sort of based in this town. And The Color Out of Space was set in this

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

Blood dripped down the screen from the freshly severed necks, crawling as slowly as a spider into the neat hair of the presenter, down his pasty brow, until Lala could no longer stand it and spent three days screaming with the horrors. The horrors! Then, when she became lucid, she read that just such a thing had happened in Pau. Had she been there? How had she got to Pau? What was real, what was not? God, I cannot bear the silence. In yet another, Lala was dreaming. She lay naked on the bed and Teddy was with her. They were discussing her sexual needs, Teddy saying that he understood, though she kept asking whether it was alright, looking at him, half pleading, half seeming like an ingènue.

The smaller one gathered up the lighter things. I made a note of the plate number out of habit, and then unfolded the flyer and stared at it as they drove off. It was a cheap-looking photocopy covered with what looked like ads for horror movies that had been torn out of a newspaper, with hand drawn pictures of skulls and bats filling all the other blank spaces. Big swatches of text in old-fashioned fonts mixed with words made out of cut out letters from magazines covered the rest of it. Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return!

she intoned, the words laden with a spectral weight that reverberated through the desolate expanse. The ground beneath me trembled, mirroring the tumult within my psyche as I recoiled from the horrifying revelation. Each step forward seemed to propel me deeper into the abyss, and the roots of despair ensnared my very essence. Diana's anguished plea lingered in the air, a haunting refrain that echoed through the dream-turned-nightmare. As the dissonance of the surreal landscape intensified, a profound sense of isolation seized me. The once-familiar figures, now twisted specters, and the landscape, a manifestation of torment, converged to weave a tapestry of despair.

In response to their resonance, from the center of darkness that he had buried deep within his being, images emerged that he had not called. He saw all kinds of grotesque and horrifying manifestations of death. An old woman with her tongue cut out and blood pouring from her mouth, which she tried to scream when she caught fire on a pyre. Infected necrotic tissue. Erich's cat hissing as he came to life in the supernatural moonlight. Skulls of animals completely stripped of meat by scavengers and dyed yellow by wind and sun. The last precious bubbles of oxygen escaping from the lungs of a drowning man. Viktor's own hands closing around Herwin's slim neck.

Determined. And wielded ultimate control over my body. A helluva combination. Sucking in a deep breath, I slid underwater, testing how long it would take me to panic and start gasping for air. I couldn't remember the last time I panicked. Or really feared. Though Mr. Mysterious in Black sometimes gave me the chills. Death, on the other hand, I liked to challenge. The insidious bastard was always there, smiling slyly, telling me to come. “Come. I'm easier than Life”.

"In the darkest hours of the night, when you least expect it, my presence will seep into your consciousness like a vile contagion. The specter of your wrongdoing will become a malevolent poltergeist, tearing at the fragile threads of your sanity." The room became a chamber of horrors, a stage set for a grotesque play of vengeance. Shadows danced upon the walls, whispering their secrets of torment and despair. The air turned fetid, tinged with the stench of impending doom, as my threat enveloped the very essence of Leo's being, clawing its way into the recesses of his mind.

Jessica's voice went dead serious. "This manor has thirty floors. The monsters on the lower floors? They're simple. Predictable. They work on pure instinct. Learn their patterns, and you can survive. Treat them like traps. But the higher you go... the ones at the top are a different breed entirely. They won't just kill you. They'll shatter your sanity in seconds. They'll show you what true terror really is." "She's right," Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory.