Terrifying Pictures Novels & Stories

“Some dates belong to the future. Some belong to the past. But some dates should never exist at all.” 🌙 The photograph trembled in Ilyaan’s hands. The room had fallen completely silent. 📸 Three people stood in the picture. Aariz. The man in black. And a third person. A man with silver eyes. A man who looked exactly like Ilyaan. 😱 But the most terrifying part wasn’t the people. It was the date.

Holding my head, I feel dizzy, somehow, I could see my friends… their end… no… Just one moment I can see someone falling on the roof, and then someone gets hit by a car, someone was hit on the head, and in one moment there is now water… corpse… dead bodies lying on the ground, faces filled with blood, this is so horrifying… I want to vomit… This… this is ninth… But what is more terrifying is that all of them… I can’t see their faces yet I know who they are… Glub glub glub I can even someone coughing while catching her breath… and the shouts that were tearing my ear off me… gunshots and all… even the skin ripped by a blade…

I blinked several times in an attempt to focus, sucking in my breath when I was finally able to comprehend what I was seeing. "Carmen, don't. Leave those alone," he commanded, quickly heading in my direction. Even with only the light coming from the kitchen to illuminate the glossy photos, it was enough to allow me to realize the horror depicted on every one of them. I jerked one into my hand, trying to keep a rational mind. The photographs were horrible, the scenes of various murders unlike anything I'd seen before, either in real life or on television. I was pulled into a vacuum, my mind unable to process the information completely.

She nodded to our tech guy and suddenly there were pictures projected on the screen behind her. Terrible, awful pictures of her. She was covered in bruises and you could see every bone in her body. She was tiny but I could tell it was her. She still had the same eyes, the same tilt of the chin. The pictures made me growl and I wasn't the only one. How could someone do such horrific things to her. He's lucky that he's already dead. I would tear him apart. From the looks of the rest of the room, I wouldn't be the only one.

Paralyzed by terror, Marisol tries to scream, but her voice betrays her. The creature's approach was relentless, closing the distance with a menacing determination. As it drew nearer, so did the distorted features of its nightmarish visage grew clearer, etching an indelible horror into her consciousness.

A news report played, and my heart sank as I watched the footage unfold before my eyes. The scene depicted a crowded mall, chaotic and filled with panic. A man—no, a werewolf—moved with unnatural speed and strength, his eyes wild with an unfamiliar madness. Low, guttural growls rumbled from his throat, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. People scattered, screams filling the air as the man pounced on unsuspecting shoppers.

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

It was his painting room, the room where he does or his dubious, her hands trembled as her eyes met with so many drawings with horrific write up imprinted boldly on them. Her eyes soon smudge into a picture that stole her attention, it was the picture of her and Rex. Everything wasn't really making sense to her, though the pictures were scary, if he really should draw someone, it should have been a picture of them. She advanced toward the picture, and with the little step that she takes, it becomes clearer cause the write-up becomes visible. Her body jerked and unfurls as she felt waves of pain and fear gripped her, when her eyes landed on the write-up,

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…