The Horror Story Novels & Stories

I was able to shout at them my teeth gritting together with the cold. The girl, Cassidy or whoever she was, moved towards my two servants Ana and Marissa, she stood over them as she motioned her hand to them as if she was choking them and I see them in pain coughing hard again and again their face turning blue as blood flowed out of their mouths. I was terrified. I can feel my heart beating so fast, I'm in a panic. I have to snap out of whatever spell or voodoo this is. Hannah? I told myself this cannot be. I must be dreaming. I closed my eyes trying to calm down while telling myself that this is not true this is just a dream. I breathe in and out. It suddenly felt very quiet. I can feel my

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

Ash gray streaks on his cheeks to make them look sunken in. “How’d you like that last one?” he asked, gesturing over his shoulder at the darkened screen. His voice was honey over broken glass. “Horror Hotel? I stayed there once. Nice place when I got there, but by the time I left, everyone was dying to get out!”

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

DRACULA" which of course was my father's name "This name belongs to my father, I guess its his story" I said, the show was about to begin so we quickly rushed to purchase tickets for the movie When the show started, I began to flashback about my home town, the scenes were based on what had really happen in Transylvania, but the actors and geographical areas, were way nothing like that

If only this could last forever. We flew above the forest for a short time to the east, and eventually, he landed on the roof of a glorious, gothic estate. It was pitch black. Ivy climbing its walls. Different statues and gargoyles gave the sense that they were watching you, the intruder. Several wolves were on the territory, howling in what I assumed was a welcome for the master. On all over it appeared sinister, haunted, it sends chills down my spine. He let go of me and I instantly fell on my knees. And he just walked away.

“Once the Stalker knows your name, there’s no escaping it.” The silence after her story was deafening. No one dared to move, as if the smallest sound would summon the very thing she’d described. The bonfire crackled ominously, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, the eerie weight of the tale lingering far too long. The story settled over me like a weight, the dread thick and suffocating. A sharp image suddenly flashed through my mind—blood splattered against walls, guts and entrails spilling across the ground, and lifeless faces staring into the void.

"Many innocent ones died untimely deaths because of bitches like you. They're here to say Hi to you. Now be quiet and let me eat." Hunter drew the blinds again and went inside. The whole night Zara sat against the tree, trying not to notice the movements or the flashes of white swooshing around her. It was the first time in life that terror sealed her throat. She was one to love horror settings like these, but this was something she wasn't prepared for — A real horror experience. ~~~ Zara's third night was spent tied in the woods too. No matter how much she instigated Hunter he didn't put a bullet between her eyes. Or a knife in her heart.

The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration, everything seemed to happen at the same time: I heard a thud, so loud the floor vibrated under my feet, the ball on the kitchen table lit up and the TV turned off. “What—?” Another loud thud cut me off. “Never again,” said the app from my phone. “Oh, you mean these guys? Fine with me.” The third thud made me jump to my feet. “I said fine, no need to get so loud!” “Not us.” Those two words sent cold chills down my spine. “That wasn’t one of you?” “Demon. Basement.” “What!?” The next thud seemed to shake the whole house. “Library.” I forgot all about my dinner, grabbed my phone and hurried out of the kitchen with a frightened gla