Visual Horror Novels & Stories

I guess I'll have some good sleep rather watching that not-so-horror movie. I turned off the lights and was just about to lie down when I saw a shadow at my window and it just vanished the next second. Okay! I guess the movie wasn't that bad as I was saying otherwise why would I imagine something like this? I'm definitely hallucinating because of those scary scenes, plus why would someone stalk me? Besides this area is safe, no thiefs can enter here due to high security. I shrugged off thinking it to be my imagination and lied down covering myself with blacket till my neck.

It was cloaked in black so the torso and legs were only a shroud of black making it impossible to tell what horrors were beneath the darkness. The worst part was the eyes, truly soulless eyes. There was no pigment, no iris, no pupil, only blank white orbs staring out from the skull. But somehow even still they were watching her and she knew that was the thing that had been there all those moment she has been in the forest searching for Abednego. The longer she looked the thicker the smell became. It was so strong she could taste it. It filled her nose and mouth, choking her. Her head was spinning as she began to gasp for air against the putrid smell of rotting corpse. Just before she passed

“Yes, Dad. With the dreams last night, I am very sure he is a vampire, and I even had a vision but not like any of the visions I have had in the past, which rolled into the dream. If this is a new power, I am not sure I like it.” “Honey, maybe because you are half human some of it is like how our visions happened for us. I remember waking up in cold sweats, erotic dreams, and uncontrollable emotions.” Her mother popped back into the conversation. “Vampires don’t have dreams normally or have the sweating issues like that either. Your poor mother had to deal with those, and I believe this was a side affect of her being human.” “Oh, Honey! Those were so difficult and until I was able to jump yo

"When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo. When a Vampire turns you, the venom in your system blocks everything. It stops your heart. It stops your blood flow. Letting your body adjust to the change. Hence the answer to your question. You wont breathe anymore. Your heart wont beat anymore. You are reborn without a heartbeat. You... Are no more human". Zee held his hand. They were all

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

"Then tell me. What did you see in the dark?" The Shadow of the Lady in White The question hit Chloe like a physical blow. The image of the mangled, blood-streaked face from her nightmare flashed behind her eyes. Her skin turned a ghostly grey in an instant, her body locking into a state of rigid, suffocating terror. Her fingers clawed into the fabric of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She still didn't know if it was a hallucination born of trauma or a haunting reality. If it was a trick of the mind, it was too vivid; if it was real, it defied every law of logic she knew.

Strangers she might once have passed on some forgotten street leaned in too close, whispering syllables that pricked her ears. Each face lingered too long, unsettlingly real, before morphing into grotesque parodies, pulling her own reflection into a funhouse of terror. Limbs stretched, torsos bent, jaws dangled like broken hinges. Eyes gleamed like shattered glass, reflecting everything yet catching nothing, staring through her as if trying to strip her soul bare. The scent of decay tinged the air, sickly - sweet. Vaethea’s nostrils flared. Every inhale tasted like metal and ash, burning through divine grace, stirring the vampire’s craving.

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.

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.

But before I could grasp the full weight of these revelations, before I could unravel the tangled web of deceit and dark intentions, a presence loomed over me, casting a pall of terror that eclipsed all else. A wraith materialized before my eyes, its spectral form a ghastly sight to behold. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy as its shadowy fingers reached out, tendrils of darkness seeking to ensnare me. The skeletal head, adorned with hollow eyes that bore into my soul, exuded a chilling aura of malevolence. Fear clutched at my heart, rendering me momentarily paralyzed, as I stared into the abyss of its gaze. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to flee, to escape the imminent da