Visual Horror Novels & Stories

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 .

Third Person's POV Morning sunlight streamed through the apartment windows, spilling warm patches of gold across the hardwood floor. For the first time in days, Hannah didn't wake with a knot in her stomach. The previous night's vision still lingered in fragments—two moons hanging over an ancient valley, wolves and vampires standing side by side, a woman with milky white eyes speaking of futures yet to come. It had been terrifying. It had nearly killed her. But something else remained with her.

The sight before me sends a chill down my spine, making me realize the depth of darkness that lies within someone I had thought I knew. My heart clenches in my chest as one of Alex's men opens the wine barrel, revealing a sight so horrific that it freezes me in place. Inside the barrel lies the lifeless body of a man, drained of blood, his pale and empty eyes staring into nothingness. The scene before me is overwhelming and shocking. I can't believe what I am witnessing. Just moments ago, I was watching a horror movie with my stepbrother and his girlfriend, thinking it was all make-believe. Now, the reality of the situation is sinking in, and it's too much for me to process. The boundary bet

After that, all the lights in the villa went out. Xyla could not see anything in the dark. The complete darkness and silence made Xyla feel afraid. Carefully, she stood up and fumbled in the dark to look around for a torchlight. However, she could not find it. At that moment, Xyla could hear someone walking outside her room. Due to the complete darkness, Xyla felt extremely afraid when she heard the sound. Her scalp prickled as she subconsciously became alert. What was going on? Could a criminal have broken into the villa? Did someone turn off the main electrical switch?

With one final shriek, the vampire wriggled before bursting into nothing but ashes. Adrenaline pumping through her body after the kill, she took off in the direction that she was headed in when the vampire had appeared. A long night of hunting had finally come to an end and she could now return home. The city tonight was frozen. Thousands laid up in their homes to hide away from winter's harsh bite, giving her the perfect opportunity to strike when needed. Of course, at this hour there were still some people around but most were drunks that were intoxicated to the point where hallucinations were possible. There was no need to be discreet for now.

he stated firmly. The room seemed to spin faster, blurring into a chaotic whirlwind of shadows and fear. My mind became a canvas for horrifying images that assaulted my senses. I saw the killer, his face twisted with sadistic pleasure, as he savored the taste of blood on the blade of his knife. My mind replayed the scene over and over, each time highlighting his deranged eyes studying my every reaction, reveling in the terror he had inflicted.

She was about to speak out when he flashed his blood stained fangs to her in an ugly, horror-stricken growl. Zipporah froze. She saw nothing of Adam in those eyes. A quick flash of the pictures she had seen on the internet zapped through her mind. Before she could get rid of the terror in her bones, he returned to his kill. She began to retreat, ready to give up. The best she could do was stay out of his way but slowly her skin began to prickle. The chill she felt had nothing to do with the rain.

He shakes his head and blubbers, “I don’t know what you want me to say.” I grab him between the legs, seeing nothing but a slideshow of Lena’s torment on repeat. I could saw off my own fingers, and I’d hardly notice.They’re hurting her. Scaring her. Making her cry. The blade cuts through skin and muscle, eliciting a scream that horror movies can’t imitate. That sound can only be born from the type of horror very few humans actually experience. It sounds like music. Is it the same sound Lena is making? Blood spurts, painting Ra and me in crimson. He sucks in a deep breath, preparing to let loose another scream no one else will ever hear, but then he passes out.

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

‘Believe me you don’t. ‘What are you going to do.’ ‘I am going to kill you, simple as that.’ He stared at me without blinking. For the first time in my life, I was petrified of him. He looked like he meant what he said. He slowly walked towards me, like he always did whenever he wanted to make love to me. This time, it was a little different. He looked like he was about to hurt me. I slowly reversed but he caught me. He grabbed hold of my neck and pressed me against the wall.