The Shining Horror Novels & Stories

My eyes enlarged on it, my hand over my chest now breathing slowly yet heavily, feeling like I was going in a horror movie of some sort, especially when I saw a dark outline of a shadowy figure clearly visible through the light balcony curtain. My heart kept pounding through my chest and my body froze unable to think of what to do. Who the hell was that? If it was a thief. Why would he be knocking, instead of budding in? Fingers trembling I pushed my blanket aside. Now I've watched a lot of horror movies and a lot of very-very, incredibly stupid girls head for the window but me? HELL to the NO.

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.

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 .

Seeing him happy like that made me worry a little less than I did earlier, until Billy jumped off the bed and said something very disturbing. ‘What if Sharon is not dead?’ He asked me, his face wide with horror. ‘What do you mean?’ I was beginning to shake. ‘What if as soon as you left, Sharon got up and stopped the bleeding in time to call the police?’ ‘Please don’t say that Billy, because if she is not dead, then I am. She saw me. She saw me and at first, she wasn’t keen on letting me in but her sister insisted I come in.’ Billy and I exchanged horrified looks, I burst into tears and Billy came closer to me, trying to calm me down.

They entered the house one by one through the window. It was pitch black inside. They turned on their flashlights and lighted up the living room which was full of dust and old things. The atmosphere of the house was very spooky, and only their steps broke the silence inside. Luna felt increasingly pressured and she began to feel something unexplained. "I feel like there are a lot of eyes watching us," she said quietly. Max just laughed, "Stop being so dreamy, Luna. Are you pretending to be a Nancy Drew?" Luna snorted in annoyance at Max.

“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?

We ordered takeout we barely touched and curled up on the couch like it was the most natural thing in the world. Andrew handed me the remote. “Your choice.” I scrolled deliberately. “Horror.” He stiffened. “Lily.” “What?” “You know I hate—” “You do not hate horror,” I said. “You tolerate it poorly.” He sighed. “That is not the same thing.” Too late. I’d already pressed play. The lights were dimmed, the city glowing faintly through the massive windows. Thunder rumbled on-screen, the soundtrack immediately ominous. Andrew tensed beside me, trying—and failing—to hide it.

The room erupted in a surreal, ethereal glow, as if the very air had ignited with collective shock. Fluorescent lights flickered wildly overhead, casting an otherworldly halo across the chaos. "Cierra! Cierra!" The screams tore through the space like a primal roar, echoing off the walls, a cacophony of horror and disbelief. Bodies pressed forward, hands reaching out in futile desperation. Cierra staggered, her eyes widening in shock as the bullet's impact slammed into her.

The sharp, metallic scent of blood filled the air. Before she could even catch her breath, I drove the screwdriver into her other hand. Her scream was raw, echoing off the cold walls. I watched, my expression impassive. In me, there was no pity. No mercy. And this was only the beginning. The basement reeked of blood and fear. It clung to the air, thick. She sat there… crying, shaking… filthy. My eyes locked onto her nails the same ones that dared to touch my woman.

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]