Surreal Horror Novels & Stories

The crew was fully disoriented, unsure of what was real and what was illusion, a sharp, uncontained energy that filled the air with the thrill of the unexpected. The clearing was a surreal, living thing, a wild, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrilling promise of the unknown. Trees appeared to breathe, the motion a sharp, living presence that filled the air with life and the thrill of the surreal. The ground rippled like water, a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with the thrill of the unexpected. Whispers seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere, a vivid, living force that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unreal.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

It’s not there anymore, anyway. Still. Even when my two normal eyes are open and I’m all the way here and all the way aware, I sense my black eye pulsing. It’s like an itch in the bone, this feeling. Rolling over, buzzing in slow circles. Like a wasp’s nest boiling in honey. Angry. It shows me blood. It sprays a stench of scarlet across people’s faces as they’re talking to me. It drags claws through their eyes. It hurts them, shreds them. I have to watch it like a psychic death-wish. Sick and surreal as a 70s horror film, like the ones that dude by the coast made us watch. I had to pretend I didn’t like them, but I did. What my eye shows me makes me feel the same.

She then followed him while giggling, he looked quite cute when he was annoyed a while ago. … After they had walked for quite a while, they arrived in front of a tall building which they entered immediately. The longer they stayed inside, the more she felt nauseous, she just saw different kinds of creatures, some she had heard from fairytales, and some were completely foreign existence to her. Where the hell is she? Her questions were soon answered when a woman in a very bright yellow lipstick assessed them. “Welcome to the Afterlife, home of the dead. Ah! You must be the lunati- Fresh meat HAHA! Welcome fellow undeads” her words were quickly overshadowed by a menacing laugh.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the dream continued like it was waiting for her to come back to the subconscious world. Amara shuddered with fear as if she was the part of the dream to see the vampire again. The moment his feet landed on the soil of Hamster, the birds making merry in the air of the blue sky made a preternatural chirrup flying away. The dogs howled as if a huge calamity is going to befall. The ether which appeared bright with rays of sun suddenly turned dark with loud thunders. Within a few seconds there was an outpour of rain as if the heaven was also moarning for the origin of disaster in the city.

she said and held the genius' hands "what could be making you cry?" "I don't know how to say it but I'm scared of living" Juana began "What do you mean? Are you feeling suicidal?" "Not exactly but I am tired of myself. I don't know if you'll see me as a strange person just as others do, but the thing is I see things. Things I shouldn't see, and things too much for me to comprehend or bear, I can't even sleep at nights and I can't even tell anyone at home because they'd be worried" Juana stopped talking.

She saw a hallucination of her father, who had become a strange creature, crawling toward her with eyes filled with agony. James's body began to twitch violently. His eyes slowly opened and stared at the mysterious shadows with a vacant look, but in his eyes was a glimmer of extreme terror. He saw a hallucination of himself becoming a hideous creature, trapped in a fish tank. Fear intensely consumed the remaining survivors. This was a confrontation with a real threat. These mysterious shadows were not just illusions, but a dark energy that could warp their perceptions and destroy their minds. The aquarium's synthetic voice returned, with a voice of superiority and mockery.

"A place where the fantastical landscape shifted, and I stood on the precipice of a chasm, surrounded by a haunting stillness. The shadows whispered louder, their words weaving into a symphony of doubt and uncertainty." Drew listened intently, his gaze a steady anchor in the face of the surreal narrative. His thumb traced soothing circles on the back of Jette's hand, a silent promise of understanding. "It was then that I saw a mirror, suspended in the air like an ethereal artifact. When I looked into it, the reflection was not mine. It was a distorted version, a manifestation of the fears and insecurities that lurk in the depths of the subconscious." Jette's words trembled with vulnerability

He nods his head slightly telling me to continue. “What was it that started when you were 15?” I ask politely. Ash takes a moment to decide if he should answer that straight away. “It was nightmares. They started when I was 15 I would see these most hideous beast, animal’s that can only be found in your imagination. Most of the time I would be in the woods of a mountain called Aurelia Spires and I would have a weapon to kill them with like a bow and arrow or a long sword and a shield. Then a week before I turned 16 I had a dream about being out with my friend in the woods, we were camping there and this beast emerged from the bushes. I still remember the screams coming from my friend as the

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.