Terrifying Images Novels & Stories

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.

Images - one after another, in different, almost demonic hybrid forms, all of them of my father. His smile, the look in his eyes, the perfectly white teeth - everything about him is so sinister, I can’t get rid of those images even as I try to claw out my eyes. The blood doesn’t bother me, I don’t feel pain - all I feel is this insane fear for what is to come.

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."

" He gets up and checks one of the books in the library, leaves it in front of me on the desk and seeing the first page makes me close my eyes. There is no reasoning. If you talk to them you will only cause them to stick out your tongue. The images he showed me were chilling. Mutilated, dismembered bodies, eyes separated from the body as well as ears and arms. It made me want to throw up, but Beckam made me look at every last page, where a hooded man was separating the heart from a body dangling by its feet. It looked like an animal and the butcher of it. Then I turned and plunged my head into the trash can to dump what wasn't in my stomach.

It only got louder and louder like a heartbeat pounding in my ear. I felt fear but I didn't know why. I felt like waiting and crying but I couldn't open my mouth. "They are coming, its rising, your almost out of time," it cried louder in pain. The darkness blinked and the horrific image of dead bodies flashed before my eyes. They were laid out in a strange way, blood dripping from their bodies and into the soil…deep into the soil. Red eyes watched me from the shadows. "Their coming," I screamed as I jolted awake.

Something like a nasty gore image, meant to scare her off. The instant the thought landed, the page flashed, and the exact kind of picture she expected filled the screen. "Holy moly!" Kenneth jerked back, staring at the bloody, gruesome image. He rubbed his arms. "Why'd you pull that up out of nowhere?!" "It's just a picture." Lucy closed the laptop and stopped the investigation. "Do you really have to be that scared?" "And you tell me you weren't scared?" Kenneth's voice trailed off when he realized she hadn't even flinched just now.

It was bright and blue, just like the old texts said it would be. "We would've assumed it was a trick by witches," another council member continued, his voice grim. "But our people have been dying." I slid my finger across the screen to the next photo. It was a corpse of a man, his skin covered in pulsing black veins, his eyes wide open in terror. The slideshow didn't stop. More and more disturbing images followed. Videos of children slumped over at their school desks. Adults collapsing at their workplaces. It was a never-ending parade of doom.