Visual Horror Novels & Stories

I looked harder out the thick glass doors, peering through the rain. There was a faint silhouette of a little boy around eight running frantically around glancing up at the sky and into the shadows everywhere. I sprinted out the doors, the fat drops coming down on my uncovered head. “What’s wrong?” I stopped dead in my tracks. Sprinting around high in furious circles was a huge black shadow. Its deep red evil eyes shot through my soul and made me stagger back into the hard doors. It looked like a black ghost, but it had a ragged gray exterior that looked like pasty, dead skin covered in deep cuts.

I don't take it likely with people that come close to what belongs to me. "Nooo! Ah!" The voice cried out as he was being thrown into a pit full of pythons and scorpions. All his body was swollen up and dribbling liquids. "Nooo, Ahhh!" Chris kept crying out from his dream. His body was all covered in blood. "Wake up, baby," Isabella called on to him and began shaking him. "Please wake up. What's happening to him?" She cried out when he wouldn't budge. "HE'S BEEN TAKING TO THE DARK REALM," the spirits of nature said.

"What if Doctor Morgan was telling the truth? Like there was really an existence of ghost in the cell." "But he was insisting that it was Anika who was crying out for help," Angelic added. "Angelic, I am not sure about this, but, it was not possible to happen. Sometimes, one way to know the truth behind a mysterious crime was through ghosting. The victim asked for help, it could be visiting someone in his dream or invading his real world. What happend to Anika was mysterious, I had encountered cases where demonic possessions took place. And it was not possible that it could happened."

In fact, I thought of people that watched them as demons or being possessed by demons. Why would you sit down in the dark of the night to watch a horror movie when there are less scary ones like rom-coms? And the fact that they sleep so peacefully at night bothered me. Today I saw something even more dreadful than the ones on TV. This one was not made with CGI effects or costumes. It was real. The little girl hanging there was once a breathing human. She had been strangled and bled to death. I could still see the way her eyes popped out, her blood dripping down her feet. It was vivid in my head. Whosoever did that could do worse to Evangeline.

Then one of the lines moves. I freeze. Black veins like spiders beneath his skin, branching across his neck and jaw like an infection spreading through flesh. They pulse slowly, dark and wrong. Another line creeps up toward his temple. One traces the curve of his collarbone. Horror roots me to the floor. I’ve seen corruption before. I’ve seen sickness, curses, wounds that refuse to heal. This is none of those things. This feels… deeper.....Older. Like something pulled from a place that should never touch the living.

I could feel something staring at me from the darkness behind my back. “He’s here…” I forced myself to stay calm long enough to ask, “Who?” “The boss. The most terrifying existence in the horror game.” I nearly forgot how to breathe. My head turned, mechanically, like rusted machinery grinding into motion. In the distance stood a man dressed in black robes. Half of his face was hidden beneath a bronze mask as he silently watched us. Every step he took caused the mandrake flowers embroidered on the curtains to glow brighter. By the time he got to the center of the stage, black-red liquid began dripping from the flowers, releasing a thick metallic stench into the air. With a raise of his hand,

I felt and heard him saying, it seemed. The creature turned my way and looked right into my eyes, which might have seeped through my soul because as I looked right back into its eyes, what seemed to be more than just a recollection of my dreams clouded my mind. The images were so uncanny and scary and mind wrecking too that I had to slap my eyelid shut to prevent myself from seeing more. My hands frantically shot to my ears to keep them from hearing more unnerving sounds that appeared to be coming out from the eyes of the creature... If that was even possible.

I watched in horror, frozen in place, as The Shadows enveloped Layna, their dark tendrils slicing through her body with ruthless efficiency. They drained her of every last drop of blood, their malevolent presence seeming to revel in her agony. Her screams echoed through the cell, a haunting, soul-shattering sound that left me feeling shattered and guilty. I had never witnessed The Shadows claim a life before, and the brutality of it was staggering.

I know you. Shivering, she heads back the way she came, to where her vehicle is parked. Near the cemetery’s edge she starts visibly and sways in her tracks: a visitor is blocking the path. Holding her breath, she stares at the dead boy before her, stares through him, and the others, too. Pale children appearing, their bodies ripped, mottled with insect bites, horrifically disfigured. Waiting for her. A gaunt, eyeless teenage girl comes to the front, bled out, clothing soiled, her white lips pressed together and her throat slashed a wicked bright red. A spider races from one eye socket up into her blood-tangled hair. They move nearer. Finally the woman’s breath releases in a rush. “Go. Do not

Maybe, this is my end. I was trembling as I reached the end of the alley, just a few runs, just a few steps and I could see the light from the pole when he appeared in front of me. His body was covered in black. When he looked up, I couldn't even leave my position as his red eyes opened. And when he opened his mouth the shape of his teeth gradually changed until I could feel the blood slowly flowing in my neck. Before the dark finally devoured me, I saw a woman dressed in white as I heard her count....one…four....three.