Visual Horror Novels & Stories

I whisper in a trembling voice, chills rushing down my veins. I knew he was a devil, but I underestimated what this devil could do in reality. He smirks and tilts his head to the side. His lips stretch further, and he grins like a maniac, his eyes widening. "Stay away from me! Get away from me!" I scream as he draws closer like a blood thirsty zombie. My heart races as my eyes dart from one butchered, displayed body to another, the terror and horror increasing with each shift of gaze.

She could not fathom walking away, of only living in the disappointment of her real world. She wound her fists into the edge of the blanket, depressing the plush fibers in her grip, and plunged her vision into the screen. If she could not flit between conversations and comments like a hummingbird, she could immerse herself in the swelling edge of the notes tickling the soundtrack, in the dark shadows moving across the naughty victims’ terrified faces. On the screen, the horror was far away, small enough to fit in the black box.

Vic looked at her face with a frozen look, and the only hopeless thought settled in his head - this should not be so! The fingers of the corpse, raking and tearing grass from the ground, suddenly clenched sharply. The Vistolet shuddered. The girl's head jerked in his direction, the dead eyes staring blankly at him. He slowly moved away from the window, uncomprehendingly continuing to watch how the dead body with sharp convulsive movements begins to awkwardly rise from the ground and stand on its feet. His hands quickly closed the shutters, threw on a massive hook. And before my eyes continued to stand a picture of sun-drenched trees hung with juicy fruits and a creature twitching in convulsi

Sa loob nito ay naroon si Lotus Feet, Ghost Bride, at iba pang mga multong Intsik. Ang ikalima ay Western-inspired – kahawig nito ang white palace sa Lord of the Rings at makikita sa loob ang mga characters sa Autopsy of Jane Doe, Saw, Wrong Turn, Insidious, Conjuring, Jack the Ripper, mga halimaw sa Resident Evil at iba pa.

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year. Suddenly we are at the bottom of the website and its over, that’s all the information were going to get out of it. I look at Ash the bit about meeting the other Ma Vista has never happened before. Now we know we are the last creatures of the light, so to destroy these monsters we have to do it, because if we don’t win, if they win the world will suffer and eventually the monsters will rule the world with the master. Until they became bored of him and this time when he dies, he won’t be reincarnated because there

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

In one, she was a desiccated corpse; in another, she was a weeping ghost trapped in a cage of silver wire. Vasili drifted closer, his movements disjointed, rhythmic, like a funeral march. "Look at them, prime variant. Look at the inevitable conclusion of your design. Whether you kill or be killed, you are always”always”our property." The mirrors began to bleed. Thick, black tar dripped from the glass, coating the room in a suffocating, tarry darkness. The reflections began to move of their own accord, reaching out from the silvered surface to claw at her face, their fingers cold as tombstone granite.

But the light was very weak, it made the corridor seem like it stretched for eternity. Uri looked at the hazy space in front of her, subconsciously remembering the usual corridors of hotels or apartment buildings in horror movies. Although there were lights, the last point could not be seen clearly, the surrounding space therefore also became strangely murky. At times like these, from the darkness will suddenly appear the silhouettes of white shirts or some bloody horror face.