Terrifying Images Novels & Stories

They seemed to have fought with a desperate desire to stay alive, their limbs contorted in unnatural angles, but their predator had been clearly far too strong, too brutal. Each lifeless face displayed a horror-stricken expression, their eyes wide and vacant, as if they had witnessed something utterly abnormal in their final moments. “Please, Chief Warrior,” I urged, my hands clenching into fists, “zoom in on the faces. I need to be sure … Goddess, tell me my eyes are playing tricks on me.” A tremor ran through me, a foreboding of something terrible. Walther quickly complied with my request, the images on the massive screen magnified, slowly bringing the victims’ features into stark, horrify

Then Azrael hit him with all the force of the flood of images he had seen in his long life: Blood, sticky and hot, everywhere, screaming mouths, dead, dead everywhere, torn, trampled, torn, cut, crushed, the cold white of bones, the grin of skulls, still half covered with remains of flesh, the stench of rotting intestines , Screams from the dying, women, children, men, breaking looks, pleading looks, insane looks, the feeling when a neck has been cut. And above all, Azrael's eyes, smiling, hating, gentle.

Off course, what else would you expect from a dark, scary jungle. She was afraid. She heard voices. Voices, not of normal insects but weird voices. Voices of someone's wispering. They were loud enough to be heard but too fast to know what was being spoken. She was already sweating in this cold temperature. She didn't knew whether the chills running in her spine were because of cold or fear?

“See for yourself In an instant, Ella’s mind erupted with images. She saw a battlefield shrouded in darkness, filled with werewolves and vampires locked in brutal combat. A monstrous beast loomed over them, its form a grotesque amalgamation of terror and power. Blood soaked the ground, and anguished screams filled the air.

She froze. The visions were clouding her senses. They came in distorted Images . She took loud and heavy breaths. There was a phishing sound in her head. She brought her hands over her ears to block out the sounds. It was futile. She saw a bloodied image of Mariana. The blood trickled down her face. The sight was horrific. Images of other bloodied parts of her body conjured up in her head. The dress she had on was badly ripped, her face contorted in pain and horror. The images soon began to dissipate into nothingness. Blackness washed over her and her knees gave away. She fell to the floor.

The second my gaze landed on the images displayed across the giant screen, my heart nearly stopped beating. My entire body froze. No. No. No. That was impossible. This is highly IMPOSSIBLE A violent tremor ran through me as I stared at the images. My hands began to shake uncontrollably. "What the hell is this...?" My eyes widened in pure horror. "How did she...How did she get all these pictures?"

Brad fell silent too, and the whole car was filled with an uneasy quietness. As time passed, maybe because of hearing bastard Archie's name, it triggered a discomforting feeling within me. My head started throbbing, and terrifying images flashed through my mind – raging flames, mangled bodies, haunting darkness. It felt as if I were trapped in a nightmarish realm, struggling to break free, but unable to escape. Suddenly, eerie and horrifying screams echoed in my mind, and a blood-red vision seemed to confront me, leaving me in a state of shock.

she said and held the genius' hands "what could be making you cry?" "I don't know how to say it but I'm scared of living" Juana began "What do you mean? Are you feeling suicidal?" "Not exactly but I am tired of myself. I don't know if you'll see me as a strange person just as others do, but the thing is I see things. Things I shouldn't see, and things too much for me to comprehend or bear, I can't even sleep at nights and I can't even tell anyone at home because they'd be worried" Juana stopped talking.

All the leaves were bleeding profusely and following the direction of the slurring lines of blood, it rained on some pale skulls littering around the spooky ground. The creepy skulls gave me goosebumps and when I heard a thunderstorm struck against my roof, I almost jumped out of my skin as I visualized myself standing there in the forest. Yes The air was stuffy, making it difficult for me to breathe. The trees were staring at me like silent sentries. My heart was throbbing in my ears and in an attempt to get rid of the terror, I bit my lower lips till I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth which brought me back to life. Jeez this is why I don't watch horror movies, I mean if I could

Ajibade asked. Mr. Sam looked towards my direction with sympathy. "There is nothing to be scared of sir. Just the us what we need to know." "The fact is, Ai hallucinate due to the effect of the drug in her. She has her experience differently which causes her a nightmare." "Okay, go on." Mr. Ajibade said. "Her hallucinations is never an imagination of rape mind you. But her nightmare is base on her experience that she was raped by him. That never stop haunting her as it has become an unforgettable memory of her. I am treating her on both side. Her hallucinations and her nightmares."