Terrifying Pictures Novels & Stories

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.

I placed my hand slowly over my mouth at the sight of the ladies. "Oh my!" I whispered, my hand on my forehead now. "Oh my God!'" Voice was above a whisper. I shifted my gaze a bit, and it landed unintentionally at the pictures of my death parents' on the wall, and some artistic pictures, down to the leather couch that beautified the living room. My hand fell on my waist as I turned again to face the four ladies standing side by side one another who kept on smiling.

Suddenly, a bright flash blinds everything around. Now pictures flash before Conrod's eyes, changing at high speed. Trees forest foliage, blood, huge furry creatures tearing at each other, people with pale skin glittering with blades in their hands, flashes of purple light, growling, crunching bones, someone shouting Berhes from behind! Dark figures surrounding a group of other figures in a circle, again an eerie voice flashes, piercing with the deepest horror: - these two should not be killed in a cage in the basement, I will talk to them. Flash again. Conrod wakes up, cold sweat pouring down him in streams, his body shaking, he breathes heavily. Kristin turned away from Conrod's constant f

I can send you the images but warning, viewers' discretion advised, you could be traumatized' I took a deep breath and shut my eyes for a moment before sending 'Send them' What else was worse than an eleven-year-old walking into the kitchen to find the body of her father in a pool of blood? I've been traumatized enough in this life. I'll face my problems head-on. Almost immediately a couple of blurry pictures started appearing on the chat and they became completely visible after automatically downloading. The sight was indeed disgusting. Scattered bodies of naked headless men and each was carrying individual head in his hands with a cross sign on the head. Seeing blood triggered my PTSD for

Dylan curses after starting into the pictures. And this triggers me to take hold of the pictures. I raise them but make sure they're a foot away from my face before I look at them one by one. The afflicted wolf is a middle-aged man with a shock of brown beards. There's this look on his face that gives out how he derives a great deal of pleasure in killing and eating humans. I swallow hard when I see mutilated body parts and blood everywhere. Even though the pictures are black and white, they're terrible to look at.

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.

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.

I just kept staring at the screen. The photo was damning. Dangerous. Carefully taken. And the most terrifying part wasn’t just that it involved Lilith. It was that it threatened my control. And the fragile line I had been pretending I hadn’t already crossed. “Fuck”

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.

I took one turn and then another, but the staircase was nowhere to be found. Panic began to creep into my chest as the paintings stared down at me from the walls, grotesque and violent. Warriors with spears plunging into their chests, heads of serpents mounted as trophies, and snarling animals frozen mid-kill. Their glassy eyes gleamed in the dim light, scaring the hell out of me.