The Terror Ending Novels & Stories

Just pure, cold algorithm. Her face went white. Not pale, but white. The kind of white that comes from blood leaving the face in a rush, as if the body is diverting all its resources to the brain for emergency computation. Her lips parted, and for a fraction of a second — just a fraction — I saw genuine, unguarded terror in her eyes. Raw, animal terror. The terror of a person who has just been caught. But it lasted only a fraction of a second. Then the mask slammed down so hard I almost heard it click into place. The terror vanished, replaced by an expression of such wounded, bewildered innocence that it would have been admirable if it hadn't been so repulsive.

And then the real terror hit, a cold spike that drove right through my spine. “And Horace…” I choked out, a fresh wave of panic making my stomach churn with bile. “Oh God, Horace won’t waste a single second. The moment he realizes I took her life, he’ll rip me apart with his bare claws. He’ll tear my flesh to bloody pieces, laugh while he does it, and feed it right back to me.” Suddenly, the phone in the cup holder buzzed violently, the bright screen illuminating the terror etched onto my face.

His mouth was smeared with dried blood and his arms were dislocated but yet still had his rifle holstered at his side. "Easy, easy, " Jack said almost inaudibly to Bobby as he entirely left the grip he had on the steering, raising his arms, with terror written all over his face. "What's that? " I asked fluttering my eyes at the figure before me. "Not human, " Bobby said. We were surrounded, the German soldiers were approaching fast from behind and we were face-first to what appeared to be a...ZOMBIE! "Bobby, MOVE! MOVE! " I screamed like a high school girl.

Her eyes bulged as foam began to gather at the corners of her mouth. This wasn’t a scene or for sympathy. This was real. She was dying. “Don’t touch her,” I snapped when one of the guards started forward. We stood and watched in tense silence, every second stretching out like a knife. She writhed on the floor, legs kicking, arms jerking uncontrollably. Then just like that, she stopped. One final twitch. A strangled, gurgling breath, then stillness. Her mouth was open, foam dripping down her chin. Her eyes were wide and glassy, stuck in that last moment of raw terror.

“Don't do this.” But it's no use. With a cruel smile, the figure raises the knife high above their head, ready to strike the final blow. In that moment, as the blade glints in the moonlight, I realize that this is it. This is how it ends. And as terror consumes me whole, I close my eyes and pray for a miracle that never comes.

Karina had wrenched the pistol free and gripped it hard in both hands, its muzzle aimed straight at my forehead. Eli's pupils shrank sharply, and he took an instinctive step forward, only to stop where he was in the end. A heart full of regret jammed in his throat, and still not a single word would come. I patted Leon's hand. I had never been a rose too delicate to weather a storm, and he knew it well. We looked at each other and smiled. That smile pushed Karina over the edge, and shaking violently from head to toe, her own smile twisted and monstrous, she screamed, "Die, Layla!"

I could see the truck coming right in front of us. I screamed and cried my heart long gone into my stomach from fear. Is this how I die? It wasn't long before it happened. Again there was Rosa. Was I hallucinating again? her smiling face fading as she seemed to be beeding. I watched her as my eyes slowly began to shut down. The siren from the police car filled my ears as everything went blank... The End... To BE CONTINUED

The last thing Riviera saw was the woman's head rolling. Before, she is yet again dragged into another night of terror. This one is of Mr. Tiller. He sits at his desk late marking papers. When the door to his classroom springs open, he looks up and frowns after not seeing anyone. A locker slam somewhere, and just like in any horror movie, Mr. Tiller gets up to investigate. He peeks out his door before he steps out. It is as if he knows what is to come. "I'm not doing this with you today," he says, then turns to where he felt the presence. "I think I knew who you are." Mr. Tiller smiles.

Yvonne did not give me a straight answer and just stood up slowly. “Everything will end. Finally.” She sounded relieved. As I stared at Yvonne retreating in exhaustion, I felt an unprecedented wave of terror consume me. Those tracks were still on the floor, and they led straight to my room. It was as if some terrifying existence had found its way to me.

"Oh, I have my ways. I've learned things, secrets that you've hidden away. I have the power to destroy everything you hold dear." Rosella's trembling hand clutched the phone tighter. "You're sick." "Am I?" Terry retorted. "I'm just giving you a taste of the pain I've endured. Prepare yourselves, Rosella and Roberto, because this is just the beginning." With those ominous words, the line went dead, leaving an eerie silence in the room. Rosella placed the phone back on its cradle, her eyes locked on Roberto's. As the weight of Terry's ominous words sinks in. They had overcome their initial grief, embraced their resolve, but now they faced a new, more immediate danger.