Terrifying Images Novels & Stories

“What’s that?” The strumming stopped, and he looked up, a shift in his countenance. “The photographs in my mind are one thing. I see their faces. That’s… troubling. It’s not the worst of it. But every time I close my eyes, I distinctly see each of them. A woman with short, curly hair. A man with some sort of wrap on his head, his face frozen in anguish. Literally frozen. A little boy, maybe six, clinging to a woman I presumed to be his mother. A baby wrapped in layers of blankets and nestled between an arm stiff with frost and a bosom that would never feed the child again. Their faces are haunting, and they are everywhere. Despite that daily terror, it isn’t the worst.” “It isn’t? What is it

Who was he? “It will happen when you fall under darkness…the darkness shall rule over you” His lips formed words, but he wasn't using words at all. He was making images appear before my eyes. Images of people dying. Images of death. Images of people turning into monsters and attacking innocent people. Images of people dying horribly in unimaginable ways. Images of someone I loved losing himself to madness and insanity. I covered my eyes with my hands just to block the vision from entering my brain, because no matter what, I didn't want to see this any longer. I gasped sharply as the vision ended, taking away what little oxygen I'd gathered earlier. I leaned forward onto my knees, panting hea

Paralyzed by terror, Marisol tries to scream, but her voice betrays her. The creature's approach was relentless, closing the distance with a menacing determination. As it drew nearer, so did the distorted features of its nightmarish visage grew clearer, etching an indelible horror into her consciousness.

Fox's voice was slowly disappearing in the background as I started to see images in my head of people being killed in different ways. They were all screaming and begging for mercy. Families were being murdered and no one was safe, even if they were a young child. They were all just being killed over and over. I can feel their fear… Their sadness… Their hatred… I couldn't hold it in anymore and I puke. Nothing came out of me, mostly just dry heaving. But my physical body pukes out a bunch of dark matter that was bubbling and I could have sworn to see eyes in it.

Holding my head, I feel dizzy, somehow, I could see my friends… their end… no… Just one moment I can see someone falling on the roof, and then someone gets hit by a car, someone was hit on the head, and in one moment there is now water… corpse… dead bodies lying on the ground, faces filled with blood, this is so horrifying… I want to vomit… This… this is ninth… But what is more terrifying is that all of them… I can’t see their faces yet I know who they are… Glub glub glub I can even someone coughing while catching her breath… and the shouts that were tearing my ear off me… gunshots and all… even the skin ripped by a blade…

The sight of them made me tremble with fear. My limbs felt like lead. They wouldn't cooperate with me. My heart was racing in my chest, my breathing quickening. I heard Ava grip my upper arm and call my name. But, I still couldn't snap out of the horrible feeling of unadulterated terror. Images began to appear in my mind's eye, images of those eyes staring at me with so much evil and malice in them.

He was making images appear before my eyes. Images of people dying. Images of death. Images of people turning into monsters and attacking innocent people. Images of people dying horribly in unimaginable ways. Images of someone I loved losing himself to madness and insanity. I covered my eyes with my hands just to block the vision from entering my brain, because no matter what, I didn' t want to see this any longer. I gasped sharply as the vision ended, taking away what little oxygen I'd gathered earlier. I leaned forward onto my knees, panting heavily as my hands slid down to cover my mouth. My hands shook uncontrollably.

Their minds are invaded, their thoughts torn apart and consumed by these merciless creatures. The scene is one of absolute and terrifying chaos. The screams of agony mingle with the sinister sound of the Skinning of the mind' laughter, creating a symphony of horror that resonates in the dense, fear-laden air. It is an apocalyptic vision, a dark portent of what could be the end of them all if they fail to stop these abominations.

At the same time, a big part of her did not want to utter a single word of it, afraid that if she gave voice to it, she might somehow set the terrible events into motion. “It was horrible,” she whispered, opening her eyes to try to banish the terrifying images still haunting her. “Everything was dead. Brown and dead and rotting. The whole world looked brown and dead, every plant, every flower, every tree. And you…you just disappeared. You faded away, right there in my arms, like a ghost, until there was nothing left of you.” She shuddered at the memory. “I couldn’t hold onto you, couldn’t find you, and I was looking for you and screaming your name. It just…it