Terrifying Pictures Novels & Stories

Real, bone-deep terror. "Dozens," he whispered. "And Emily's picture was right in the center, with a red X marked across her face.”

Jeffery leaned forward and sifted through a few files on his desk. When he found the one he was looking for, he slapped it down toward me. Uncrossing my legs, I plucked it off the desk and flipped the front cover open. What greeted me were pictures of dead bodies, all women, with ghastly expressions of horror on their faces. They were frozen in a perpetual scream that had shivers running up my spine. All of them were sallow looking with paper-white skin and their eye sockets sunken in. "What the fuck?" I mumbled.

Loren informed her before she turned and left the library. Iris waited until the door shut behind Loren before impatiently tearing the envelope open. Pictures fell out of the package on the table when she failed to stop it from ripping abruptly. She tossed the empty paper aside and picked up the pictures to observe the content on them. Iris felt her breath clog in her throat as she looked through the pictures and her breathing became more erratic with each picture. Her hands trembled harshly as her body fought to process what she was seeing. “Oh my god” Iris choked out. She was horrified at the pictures staring at her in the face.

“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

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

Perhaps extremely unpleasantly prolonged in time . Kit shuddered and a new wave of perspiration covered her body. Images from the most terrifying thrillers and horror films ever seen flashed through my head. At once I remembered all the stories I read about real crazy perverts who did monstrous things with their victims! Tears welled up in my eyes and it became impossible to breathe again.

She laid it in front of me and began pacing around the office. “You don’t understand. I get that. They all sound like a bull when you don’t know them. So we’ll cut to the chase. To make things more... understandable, let's say, all the legends are true.” She paused and waited for me to react, when I stared blankly at her, she gestured to the giant scroll she placed in front of me. On uncertain moves, I reached for it and flipped the old cover to reveal very, very, very disturbing pictures. “Oh my God!” I whispered when my eyes laid at the portrait of a vampire, and a blood-pet.

I told her softly. Placing down the brush back in its place, she took the picture and sighed whilst observing it intently. "That is called an Aergon. It's not something of this earth but rather something from... Hell. Well, it was known to avoid reflections, including snapshots like this, hence the reason why it is blurred. It rarely resurfaces from it's hiding, yet when it does it brings terror to anyone that lays eyes on it. Most of the time it comes out at night to feed off people's fears. My suggestion is to avoid getting near it," she said turning her head to my direction.

Somehow,the more he looked at the picture,the more fear gripped his bones. His eyes finally fell on the picture of a goddess.Staring deeply at her,he could also felt that she is also glaring at him.The Dark lord stood on millions of bones and skulls.It was as if heaven had raised hell on earth. Below the bones and skulls is an intense fire burning.It was as if he could hear the screams,pains and outcry of the people on his head.He felt all the hairs on his body rising, tingling with fear and excitement.Darkness is coming soon.

Her eyes widened in shock and horror as she gazed upon a photograph of a baby, stained with lots of blood, accompanied by a sharp knife. Camila's breath caught in her throat, her trembling hands involuntarily releasing the box, sending it crashing to the floor. The air thickened with a suffocating sense of dread, and memories of the tragic miscarriage flooded Camila's mind. Tears spilled down her cheeks, mingling with the pain and terror that gripped her soul.