Surreal Horror Novels & Stories

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

Her scream filled the room with terror, echoing off the walls and making everything feel like it was collapsing on her. Her body was drenched in sweat as she found herself sprawled across the bed, gasping for air. Sweat slicked her skin, tracing a path down her forehead and back. Panic seized her chest as she struggled to draw in a breath, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar space. With wide eyes, she scanned the room, her surroundings feeling like a surreal dream. It was as though something had torn her soul from her body, leaving her stranded in this unsettling reality. The presence of the haunting entity lingered, its grip tightening around her subconscious.

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."

I said to myself. “Maybe it’s not such a horrible thing if I click on the link, after all. I’m simply curious whether this is legitimate or a scam...” My mind and emotions were fighting whether to open the link because it may contain a virus, but my curiosity won me over my trepidation. When I clicked on the link, I was sent to a website that stated ‘WELCOME TO LIVE SUICIDE’ and featured a blood-dripping effect on the screen, as well as skulls and skeletons in the background.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

When I screamed for more, Paul stood up, gripped the small of my back, and forced me down toward the floor. He jackhammered into me, the sounds blending into a filthy rhythm of slap, slurp, and squish. “Pull it out!” I screamed as a seizure-like orgasm ripped through me and I started squirting. Paul yanked his cock out, confused and breathless. I screamed and moaned, sawing my middle finger over my clit as my whole body shook. A stream of liquid shot out of me, then another, then one more. It felt so overwhelming I thought I might pass out.

No cause has ever been found. He went on to explain that the doctors had just put it down to Encephalitis lethargica or von Economo disease, an atypical form of encephalitis—made famous in the Robin Williams movie Awakenings. But there was more going on than that. Something else had been sleeping inside Suzanne, undetectable until it was ready to venture out into the world. Hiding in plain sight. Now they could see it through the microscopes, their multicoloured friend in its purest form via the original carrier. In a form that might enable Strauss to defeat it.

"No, I mean after the other really weird mystical gangbang you've had recently." Shamira gave the girl a frown. "Sarcasm doesn't become you." The she grinned and said, "I'm actually doing fine." "That was some weird shit. You fantasize about that stuff a lot?" Shamira shook her head. "I hadn't thought about that in a long time," she admitted. "I remember seeing this really creepy japanime flick called 'Curse of the Overfiend' or something like that once. I hated that none of the girls in those movies actually consent, but --" She paused. "This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just g

Surrounding her were dark entities, their forms shifting and twisting, their presence palpable. I couldn't tear my gaze away, my mind struggling to comprehend the surreal scene before me. The air crackled with an unholy energy, and a chill ran down my spine. It was a sight that transcended the boundaries of human understanding. But as quickly as the vision appeared, it vanished, leaving me standing there, shaken to my core. Questions raced through my mind, each one more unsettling than the last. What had I just witnessed? Was it a trick of the mind or a glimpse into something far more sinister?