Survive Horror Movie Novels & Stories

Rainee Bianco stood at the front of the room, acting like she had everything under control. "Stop running around. The hallway's blocked, so we can't get out. Everyone, move into the triangle zones in the corners and wait for rescue. We'll be fine." My terrified classmates started cramming into the corners. I stared at Rainee's self-righteous face, my head spinning. I was back. Back at the exact moment the earthquake hit in my last life. After Rainee got drunk and drowned, Tristan lured me to the edge of a cliff.

Alia didn't scream this time; the repeated horror had numbed her fear, though tears flowed freely again, threatening to drown her. They passed a third body, stepping over it in silence, as if death had become a familiar companion. They continued their search, moving left and right, desperately looking for their children, until suddenly a scene of utter horror appeared before them: a mass of decomposing, mutilated bodies writhing with worms, the sickening sounds of crawling and tearing filling the air.

Isabella fought him every mile of the way, her carefully crafted fragile-bird act finally cracking apart on the highway. She screamed that Lucas was an idiot who had thrown away a golden ticket to the Gambino table for a quick piece, that she had never signed up to run beside a dead man walking. The endless paranoia, the bitter cold, and the total collapse of everything she had known finally broke Anna. She had survived a lifetime in the underworld, watched empires rise and fall, but she could not survive being nobody on the run. A hacking, wet cough sank deep into her lungs, and three days later, she died in a mildewed highway motel that reeked of smoke and despair.

That was way better than just waiting for them to strike. Maria had the blanket over her face just below her eyes. Ann had her head on my shoulder. She had managed to squeeze herself between the couch and me. She was tough but when it came to horror movies she was a sissy girl just like the rest of us. “What is she doing, run don’t wait for him!” Ann screamed at the screen. “He’s in the shadows can’t she see him!” Maria was screaming at the screen too. “Of course not, she’s too busy helping him…arrgh, there he is!”

"How can you be so selfish? The bunker was built with money we all put in! What right do you have to take it all for yourself? Come out and get us! Now!" I let out a soft laugh. "Why the rush? The safe's key and the address of the bunker are both inside. And the password—you already know it, don't you?" From the other end came frantic rummaging sounds, mixed with barely restrained delight. "Found it! We found it!" Leisurely, I leaned back on the sofa and switched to the surveillance feed of the safe. I watched as the three of them crowded around the safe, entering the password. Their faces bloomed with the wild joy of survivors spared from disaster.

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.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

[It wasn’t the dress, and it definitely wasn’t your fault. Listen to me, Nia. Sperm can survive in the female body for up to 24 hours. [Go to the police station right now and have the suspect’s DNA collected. You don’t just represent yourself; you represent countless other girls. You don’t need to be afraid. I’m here, Nia.] Nia. That was the nickname my mother and my grandmother gave me. My eyes reddened. It had been a long time since anyone had called me that so gently.

“So what are we going to do?” Lennon asked himself, trying to think of a way to survive this messed up world, the difficulty of their mission went from 0 to 100 real fast with no warning. “We will learn how to survive.” Maya said, moving Noah away from her, after she noticed that he was uncomfortable sleeping in her lap. She already made a plan in her head on what to do and that consisted of hiding and learning how to defend themselves, with Noah being the top priority.

The radiator hissed in the hallway, and a car horn blared somewhere in the distant city, sounding like a signal of safety. Clara let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief. Her muscles, which had been coiled tight like overwound springs, finally began to slacken. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple, and she felt a sudden, giddy wave of triumph. She had survived. She had outsmarted the predator by playing dead. She had stayed calm when everything in her wanted to shatter. "Thank God," she breathed, her voice a mere ghost of a sound, barely audible over the thump of her settling pulse.