Thanksgiving Horror Movies Novels & Stories

he said with an impish smile, “We got a copy of that one in if you want it.” “I’ll pass.” One of the tapes piled on the counter caught my eye. Its cover was a cheap-looking photo of a cross-eyed platinum blonde staring off into space, her mouth an almost perfect ‘O’ slathered in Crayola red slop. The movie’s two word title written with dripping letters. I picked it up. “Blood Feast,” I read. “I think I may have actually seen this one.” “It’s a classic,” said James. “H.G. Lewis’s stuff was ahead of its time. Looks kinda corny compared to stuff like Day of the Dead or whatever but nobody else was doing anything close back then.”

“It's time to wake up, sweetie...” The sun was beginning to rise, but the light didn't bring comfort. It only clarified the nightmare. I looked at the eye again. The pupil didn't dilate or contract. It remained a fixed, black pinprick in a sea of terrifying blue. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the skin around the eye didn't look like skin at all. It looked like wet parchment stretched too tightly over a frame that didn't quite fit. I remembered the "rules" people joked about in horror movies. Don't go outside. Don't answer the door. But what do you do when the monster is already in the hallway, wearing your father’s throat like a stolen garment?

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

I slip my palm under his shirt "Uh.. Definitely not romance for a start" He goes through the list of movies "Well, I wouldn't recommend that either, I want something we don't do normally... Uh maybe a horror movie" "On a thanksgiving night?" He asks "Is there any rule against that" "Nope but I'm just shocked you want that, romance is your thing" "And who said horror isn't my thing" I look up at his face "I'm just saying" he throws the remote on me. "I'm tired of searching for a movie, I think you should do it"

She pointed to the jar of sugar placed on the table. Hearing the word "sugar" Zren, Xhyne, and Zhen's bodies suddenly stiffened, they stopped eating and all looked at the jar of white sugar placed on the table. The memories of the terrifying horror movie they watched last night started to creep them out. The movie they watched was entitled, "Sugar." The story all started because the protagonist dumbly consumed the hundred years old sugar that she found in her new house. However, little did she know that it was a cursed sugar that later on caused all the mysterious and scary events that happened in her life.

After a few minutes more the candle lights came on again while the owls returned. I waited to watch in alert and zero seconds. The new vampires stood up in their immortal forms, all in a separate species from the other. They were all physically different. The first one looked very similar to the joker, only this one had fangs, longer nails, a deadly face that made him look like an angry bat, short, red-skinned, and a very huge head. I quickly recognized that one to be the night prowler. He was of the Yara-ma-yha-who breed. An ancient breed common in Japan.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

After finishing the horror movie, Beth and Odo left the theater and headed upstairs to bed, unaware of the storm they’d just set in motion. Little did they know—Charlene couldn’t handle horror movies. Not since she was little. They gave her horrible night terrors. Seth and Tamera used to find her curled up beneath her bed, trembling and drenched in a cold sweat, screaming until her throat went hoarse. It would take weeks to coax her back into her own bed. From that moment on, horror films were strictly off-limits. The movie that haunted her childhood? The same one they’d just watched that very night at Camp Placid.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.