Suspens Novels & Stories

Unconsciously tears start to slip from my eyes and my heart rate spikes, evident by the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor changing to rapid irregular beeps. "Mom, t-th-ey had her." I choke out through the craze of tears and sniffles.

his taunting was screaming loud, it fluttered a lot in my ears. "Gwenny, let's go. We're late for our other appointment!" he also clasped Guinevere's hands much to her delight and my irritant. I stood up involuntarily as my unconscious action enacted creating a screeching sound from my chair's legs making all of them peek in my direction.

Episode 4 The dream again. As usual, it started with a mirror. And the unbearable cold. There was the crying voice too, calling out to him from the cold outside, asking him to save her from the freezing cold. He looked into the mirror, and strangely, the voice seemed to come directly from it, and when he glanced in, he saw his reflection which strangely began to change into a girl... "Tony! Tony? Wake up, you are breathing hard again!" "Nooo!!" Tony screamed out of sleep as he jerked up from bed, bumping heads with his best friend.

I, on the other side, felt a certain unease set in, he had betrayed me before, what if this was all just a ruse? Ethan’s voice cut through the silence. "We’ll be there shortly." His eyes flicked towards me as if sensing the unease simmering beneath my surface. Before I knew it, the car turned off the main road, winding its way down a picturesque driveway. The scenery shifted from dense woods to a breathtaking garden, vibrant flowers blooming in every color of the rainbow. A stunning house rose from the midst of the gardens, its architecture a blend of modern and classic styles. As he pulled up in front of the house, he turned off the engine and reached for the door handle. "Let me get that f

Sharp as a blade piercing through her chest. Susan gasped and brought her hands to her heart, leaning slightly forward as if something inside her had been violently pulled. The tea she was holding spilled onto the carpet, spreading the hot, dark liquid. “S-Susan?!” Jenn ran to her, alarmed. “No… Don’t touch me!” Susan whispered, her pupils dilated, her eyes glassy and fixed on some invisible point. “He… He…” Her soul trembled. The bond… twisted, like a rope being wrung until it nearly snapped. A strange weight, as if a mirror had cracked inside her, scattering fragments of doubt, confusion, and despair.

He stopped the car and looked over at Suzanne, “What’s wrong? Suzanne?” Suzanne’s face had gone pale, she pressed the paper into Tom’s hand and started to cry. She broke down, all the anxiety, grief and fear that had been building up in her was too much to handle. “Shh….it’s alright Suzanne. It’s alright,” he hushed, gathering her into his arm. The brown faded paper fell onto Tom's lap. He kissed her mane and soothed a tearful Suzanne. But had he seen the paper, Tom would have noticed a tiny drawing at the bottom of the paper. The drawing eerily resembled the mark on Suzanne's palm. Under it, Hendricks had scribbled a single English word. It read ‘Armaggedon’.

I challenged, my voice laced with skepticism. Susan's gaze faltered, her eyes drifting downward as if searching for solace in the depths of her guilt. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, each syllable punctuated by a noticeable stutter. It was evident that there was more to her story, concealed beneath the surface of her insistence.

Her hand trembled as she handed him the phone. Mohammed took it, peering intently at the screen, but his expression quickly shifted to one of confusion. He looked up at her and said, his voice heavy with doubt, "Yes... the car is there. But there's nothing hanging from it, like you claim. No clothes... no blood." Susan froze, then snatched the phone away and checked the image herself. Her heart nearly stopped. Nothing. Just the back of a clean, closed car, as if what she had seen had been nothing but an illusion. She gasped,

Susie asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The figure didn't respond. Instead, it took a step closer to her. Susie's heart racing, she tried to step back, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot. She needed to know it was Alex that was behind this. A flash of light beamed at her face , causing her not to see clearly. And then, everything went black.

It had been a long and tedious hour of him lecturing us about Basic Macroeconomics with Price Theory, so when he concluded our discussion, I heard a collective sigh of relief from my other classmates "Oh my gosh, that's terrible. When he was talking, I almost nodded off. His voice has the soothing quality of a lullaby!" As soon as the professor walked out of the room, Sancha made a remark. I chuckled lightly because what she's saying is correct. Mr. Santiago has a very soft voice, so we were all dozing off while he was teaching us. This topic didn't pique our interest. I was so nervous when Ms. Manalo entered the room for the next subject, College Algebra. She was the terror of all terrors!