Novel & Cerita The Nun Book Horror

Em grabbed my arm swiftly and Livy clasped on Ronny’s shirt. My eyes were wide in bewilderment. Right now, Lorraine was in a room, the study I guess, and there was this painting of the Nun. As she moved closer to the painting, with dread all over her face, it seemed as if the painting was real. As if the face of the Nun was truly there. And believe me when I say, it was terrifying. She switched on the lights and the painting was back to being a simple painting. Then, one of the old paintings moved and from behind it, a shadow emerged on the wall. It was of the Nun. The shadow of the petrifying demon moved towards its painting, the painting of the Nun.

It was so dull and black that I wondered what it was even still doing with Ann. “Should I look at it?” My curiosity got the better of me as I brought the book forward, merely just touching it, I could feel a strange aura flowing through the book. This book is clearly not normal. My curiosity was heightened to the max as I reached to open up the book. “Luna, what do you want? Is pasta okay?” Ann's voice pulled me to my senses as I threw the book back at the shelf. “Luna,” Ann came into the room, her eyes trained on me like a predator.

Inside the assembly hall, hundreds of sisters sat in tense silence beneath dim candlelight. Whispers moved nervously across the room. Fear. Curiosity. Excitement. The entire convent felt poisoned. Then the doors opened. John entered. And every single head turned toward him immediately. The whispers stopped. Dead silence filled the hall. At the far front, the Mother Superior sat waiting. Expression cold. Unreadable. Beside her— A projector screen. Already turned on. John’s blood ran cold instantly. Because deep down— He realized something horrifying. The person behind the screen… Was already inside the room.

“No, I can't. I can't have multiple mates.” Louisa took my hands to calm me down. “Elara, it's a book,” my friend said calmly. "It's not a law. You don't know if it's outdated or something." But it wasn't just a book. The rune hadn't come to my mind for no reason; it was a damn fact. I turned the page, and my eyes focused on the description of what the book said. The text was ancient, almost incomprehensible, but the horror, the horror that could be felt in the text, was a truth I couldn't ignore.

’ I tried to confuse myself the best way I could. ‘I heard you and that creep of yours. Petunia……! Petunia did you kill Sharon and her sister?’ Anna’s voice was starting to sound softer and softer like she was running out of breath. I have never seen her like that before. She asked me one more time, before losing all balance and landing on the floor. I ran towards her, trying to hold her but she jerked fiercely away from me. She looked more frightened of me than anything I have ever seen.

muttered Sumico excitedly. Sumico went on taking a look at Hanny’s other romance novels one by one until she reached a book – not a novel, but it got the similar size with a novel. The title was tickling, somewhat queer, strange, and scary. Sumico turned the book back to read the synopsis for a while.

"Reading novels seems better!" A profound silence reigned in the downstairs room where Miranda stayed, broken only by the rhythmic cadence of her breathing as she sat on the wide bed, propped up against soft pillows, a famous horror novel open in her hands. The words danced before her eyes under the warm glow of the golden bedside lamp, drawing her deeper and deeper into their dark worlds, until it seemed as if she were slipping into her haunted depths.

Pinanindigan siya ng balahibo. Dahan-dahan siyang bumaba para hanapin ang pinagmumulan nito. Naghanap siya sa kusina ng ‘di binubuksan ang ilaw. Ilang sandali pa'y narinig niya uli ang nakakatakot na halakhak. Nakita niyang may nakatayong anino malapit sa bintana na nasisinagan ng liwanag ng buwan na parang eksena sa mga horror movies. “Kabilugan pa ng buwan ngayon. Oh God, nasa loob na ba ako ng horror movie?” bulong niya na balot pa rin ng takot ang binata.

“Uncanny.” She commented, as she looked at the book and scan the cover, which weirdly enough does not have any synopsis like any other book genre out there. Covered with the pattern of the gloom and dark with the title engraved in a pattern using gold ink. Its resemblance is pretty much centers like a religious book, yet is not. For anything else, the lady in blue is screaming her very own familiarity towards her, as it looks and speaks like. “Me.”

The object in her hands shook, and the surface glowed a ghoulish amethyst. She dropped the book and stepped away as smoke rose in a spiral. The things in the attic rattled and knocked various stuff over and an unnatural chuckle resounded against its walls. April G’s orbs grew wide when out from the smoke, appeared a tall, elegant woman, dressed in an all-black gown with lilac hair, carmine eyes and yellow horns that protruded from her head. The little girl backed away more and stared up in shock and fear. She then heard her speak and recognized her voice as the one that tempted her earlier. [Gehennam ignis, tandem venit de miser libro!]