Terrifying Images Novels & Stories

she retrieves a photograph from the untidy pile, placing it down on the table triumphantly. I glance over towards the presented image, nervously licking the dry skin on my lips as the familiar illustration causes my stomach to twist on sight. A cold shiver runs down my spine as I study the image once more, a spark of terror-filled surprise breaking across my face as I swallow down the rising anxiety trying to escape from within me. I feel my body begin to fill with dread as the haunting images stare back at me, haunting me once again while the shadowed woman duplicating herself before the moonlight kneels brazenly for us all to see. How the hell is this linked to me? “I really hope it's not…

It looked both bloody and terrifying! Not only that, that person’s face was even more terrifying. His skin and flesh were almost completely rotten. His face was full of ravines, and his eyes were deeply sunken. His gaze was terrifying. His mouth was wide open, and his upper and lower jaw were filled with sawtooth-like teeth. Seeing this scene, the four of them only had one thought in their hearts. Terrifying! Terrifying! The four of them trembled crazily. They couldn’t even think of resisting.

EMILY Deception. Concealment. Mortality. The haunting image of the lifeless bodies, their eyes vacant, lingered in my mind, ensnaring my thoughts. It was an experience that would haunt me for a long time to come. I had seen enough death, witnessed enough corpses, to last a lifetime. And with each passing moment, my fear continued to escalate, escalating to the point where our lives were in constant jeopardy, even in the safety of our sleep.

The despicable memory of the terror I witnessed in ‘The Tent of Wonders' remained etched to my brain for nearly three weeks, making me lose my appetite as well as sleep. Mum and dad along with my brothers started becoming worried about me, as I hardly ate anything much during dinner and remained awake at night like a zombie, staring outside the window. I couldn't manage to remove that repugnantly pathetic image of Madam Maxima lying in her chair, electrocuted. And whenever I closed my eyes her deathly face along with the figure of that evil creature hovered in front of my eyes.

My God, they were beyond anything my imagination could have ever created. I wanted to confide in someone what I'd experienced. But to do so would be a confession of madness. However, the images were burned into my brain. The largest of them, the one that had saved me, was a breathtakingly terrifying creature. Its fur was a deep, dark chocolate, almost black. Its eyes had glowed a striking orange-yellow. The muscles beneath its fur rippled with power. And it had moved with a liquid grace that defied its monstrous size. As well, it had moved so fast, I'd barely been able to keep track of it. The snarls and growls it emitted had been primal, a sound that seemed to resonate in the air..

Who was he? “It will happen when your family falls under darkness…the darkness shall rule the land” 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, p

VICTORIA'S POV I closed my eyes, feeling the pressure as a buck load of images started appearing in my mind. The images of women running around, the image of some weird faces holding a committee, about an old woman holding a newborn child, about a dark stormy night with thunderstorms, a woman screaming enraged as a white light was coming out of her, about a woman who was staked with a wooden dagger, about a man crying while looking up in the sky. There was soo many images that I couldn't even focus on one of them. There were hundreds, no thousands of images.

Clearly, Taylor didn’t look any further than the first page. Just then I notice a link entitled ‘Desperate to Die’ and I click on it, foreboding filling me up and making my hands tremble. The images I see fill me with horror and have me rushing to the bathroom, where I end up emptying the contents of my stomach. I flinch when I hear Taylor roar “Motherfuckers!” and then the sound of things smashing fills the flat.

Inside, wrapped in layers of thick, dark tissue paper, was a heavy, matte-black wooden picture frame. I pulled the frame out of the box, turning it over to look at the glass side. The moment my eyes registered the image beneath the glass, the air was violently sucked from my lungs, and my knees gave out completely. I collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, the frame clutching to my chest as a cold, paralyzing wave of terror washed over my entire body. It was a high-resolution, crystal-clear photograph.

The world exploded. Not physically. Inside their minds. Evelyn stumbled backward. Pain shot through her skull. The chamber vanished. The tower vanished. Everything vanished. Darkness swallowed reality. Then came the images. Cities burning beneath crimson skies. Black oceans stretching beyond the horizon. Giants walking through storms. Massive gates carved into mountains. Endless armies marching beneath banners nobody remembered. Thousands of visions crashed together without order or meaning. A woman crying beside a river of silver light. A king kneeling before a shattered throne.