Terrifying Images Novels & Stories

I see myself standing before a thousand mirrors and they stretch out endlessly into a void, forming a massive, terrifying labyrinth and every single glass pane reflects a different image of me and some show my original face, line for line, while others reflect her face, Valerie’s delicate features, looking back at me with wide, haunted eyes and all of them are shifting and confusing, blurring the lines of who I am and who I am supposed to be. Suddenly, a scream echoes through the void, the scream so loud and raw, filled with agonizing terror, that it vibrates through my entire soul. Instinctively, I raise my hands and close my ears, trying to block out the deafening sound, but it comes from

Unreasoning terror filled him as he imagined some creature circling in the dark, primal fears painting an image of gleaming claws hungry for flesh . Obsidian eyes. Thick, mucus-slicked hide bristling with tiny hairs. Soul-plundering teeth clicking in anticipation. A voice screamed, shattering the silence with syllables that blasted his mind. Gavin clapped his hands over his ears but the booming voice set fire to his thoughts and as he collapsed to his knees, screaming, the words burned themselves onto his brain . . . MENE, MENE! TEKEL UPHARSIN! Everything convulsed: himself, the darkness around him, his insides. He jerked and seized. The light exploded, the voices exploding into a wailing cr

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.

Screams. Thousands of them. Millions. The sky itself seemed broken. Red cracks stretched across clouds that shouldn't exist. Wolves. Humans. Pack territories. Entire nations. All falling apart. Then another image. Bodies. Rows and rows of bodies. An endless graveyard. The earth blackened. Lifeless. Dead. The vision shifted again. This time I saw something worse. Not destruction. Absence. No cities. No forests. No oceans. Nothing. As if life had simply been erased.

Michael's POV Natty has been sick for the past few days.I tried asking her to go see the doctor but she refused,she throws up every time and hert is always high. I am fucking scared. And also she has been craving for alot of crazy and weird things,the surprising thing is she never liked any of them. Today I decided to bring the doctor home,she said she hates going to hospitals so I had no choice. We were sitting on the couch ,her legs on my laps eating Pizza, which has become her favourite, Did I say she eats alot now, there's never any leftover.

He wanted to run but he felt like he was paralyzed to the ground, spellbound by the terror that held him, fear taking over him as his soul was chilled at the sight of the horrific face in front of him. The eerie smile on the figure’s face was one he would never forget even in death. . . *Morning* . ~~Sky Hepburn~~ Arranging my things in my bag, I zipped it up slanging it over my shoulder finally ready to go to school. “Noona?”. I called out loud for my grandmother as I walked out of my room heading to the sitting room. Yes The t.v was left on but she wasn’t there. Hearing a sound from the kitchen, I concluded she must be there then.

Eventually the electricity stopped, and the pictures began flickering again. I breathed heavily through the pain, forcing the tears to keep away. Just as I was able to catch my breath, the pictures stopped again on another grotesque image of a dead wolf. Only this time, the wolf was hanging upside down from a pole. Its bottom half was that of a wolf, but the top half, the arms and chest, was human. The human head sat on a spike next to the body, only it had large fangs poking out of its open mouth. It was gross, sad, and scary. It made me want to cry again. I closed my eyes tight and tried to shake my head.

Immediate spiritual emergency. I stood there staring at the thing in front of me, my mouth dry, my heartbeat trying to file for divorce from the rest of my body. It was terrifying. There was no cute way to phrase it. No dramatic exaggeration needed. It was pure nightmare fuel. Tall, twisted, wrong in every possible direction. Limbs too long. Fingers like claws. A face that looked like someone described a human to darkness and darkness got creative. I gulped so hard my throat clicked.

The alarm was still ringing, making me shiver in fear. "What's that sound?" asked by the girl who was wearing a nervous look, tugging her jacket. It was an odd sight as if they had broadcasted a photograph of real people onto the screen, next to a computer fabricated image. Like a beacon in the night that printed its message onto the clouds overhead, it carried a message I fail to understand. "That's so creepy!" the girl beside her said, crossing her arms while scanning through her phone.

The dragon yawned like it was bored, then slithered back into the pitch-black room like it was clocking out for the night. It happened so fast, nobody even blinked. Aside from the two mages who'd seen it before, everyone's fear rating shot up past 50. One old guy hit 100 just stepping onto the tenth floor. Dropped dead from sheer terror. The rest of the deaths were all over the place. But none of it touched me. To me, this place felt like paradise. I'd always been the outcast—thanks to my busted perception. Wolves avoided me, called me a freak, even chucked rocks.