Thanksgiving Horror Movies Novels & Stories

The Thanksgiving dinner that was meant to celebrate new beginnings now felt like a grim reminder of the chaos and danger surrounding us. This was indeed a bloody Thanksgiving.

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.

Derek said reasonably, though his posture visibly stiffened as he aimed his flashlight down the hallway. ​"I hope so," I breathed. ​"No," Tasha said flatly, grabbing the back of Derek's shirt. "This house is haunted. Jonathan Vance's ghost is back for his property. We are all going to die." ​"Calm down, Tasha," Derek said softly. "There's no such thing as a haunted—" ​CRASH! ​A loud, violent smash shattered the quiet—the sound of a heavy wooden display shelf toppling onto the hardwood floor in the library.

She lifted my left leg over her shoulder and ate the living shit out of me. .. "Do we have to watch scary movies.. like can't we watch family fued.. or S.A's got talent..." I asked as we got ourselves ready in bed.. My girlfriend shook her head, "these movies baby are real movies.." "Creepy movies you mean..." "No.. real.. now shush let's watch..." She put on the possession of Hanna Grace first.. We watched as the movie started. You know it's funny how these movies start. Someone who is possessed is getting help.. but here turned out the more they tried to help.. is actually when they killed her.. and her soul went to whatever the fuck possessed her..

[katalina] The movies we watched were all good. It’s three in the morning already. Hunter and I are still awake. Finishing streaming each video that fits into our liking. It felt weird that we didn’t feel tired or sleepy yet. Eventhough the previous movies we watched were genres of drama and love story. At first, I thought, Hunter would be watching horrors or action films. But much to my surprise, he wanted this evening ahead of us to be calm and memorable. Maybe, he had a feeling that if we watch horror movies, I can wake up the entire mansion, screaming at the top of my lungs.

It felt really nice to be held in his arms, to be so close to him, to be able to smell him with every breath, and to bury her head on his chest whenever a scary scene came on. Before she knew it, it was already 2 AM in the morning and they were on their second Halloween movie of the night, Edward Scissorhands. Sierra, still in her dress, was sprawled on top of Colton. There were glasses of alcohol and all sorts of snacks scattered all around them. She was getting delirious due to the alcohol and the lack of sleep, and she started slurring words without having control over them. “Hey, Colton,” she said. “Hm?”

In fact, I thought of people that watched them as demons or being possessed by demons. Why would you sit down in the dark of the night to watch a horror movie when there are less scary ones like rom-coms? And the fact that they sleep so peacefully at night bothered me. Today I saw something even more dreadful than the ones on TV. This one was not made with CGI effects or costumes. It was real. The little girl hanging there was once a breathing human. She had been strangled and bled to death. I could still see the way her eyes popped out, her blood dripping down her feet. It was vivid in my head. Whosoever did that could do worse to Evangeline.

I don't know what compelled me to open my eyes. Probably the breathing on my face smelling faintly of jam, but regardless, I now understand why horror movies with children in them are, without a doubt, the most terrifying films of all. There is nothing quite like a silent child staring at you while you're sleeping or even worse, to wake up to. Some questions come to mind pretty fuckin' quick. Like how long have you been standing there watching over me like one of the ill-fated Grady sisters in The Shining?

The fear in their voice was clear. Iris’s heart was still racing. Everything her mind was spinning in the worst way. She didn’t want to wake naked in front of those disgusting dogs. Everyone here was worse. She was in hell on earth. Everyone here was evil monsters and the man she married was the lord of the monster. Her mind threatened to explode, and her vision was blurring with tears. Iris felt a grip on her hand. She didn’t protest as her legs weakly moved with it. She hadn’t had a single gram of food in her mouth for the last two days. Everything felt against her.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”