Visual Horror Novels & Stories

Some appeared as twisted caricatures of human beings, their features warped and contorted, while others seemed to defy description, their shapes shifting and morphing in the dim, flickering light. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, as if I had stumbled into a realm where my deepest fears had taken on tangible form. Whispers, no longer unintelligible, echoed in my ears, weaving a chilling narrative of despair and dread. They spoke of forgotten sins and vengeful spirits, their words like icy tendrils creeping into my consciousness.

He was quickly brought to his senses as he punched me across the face and he used his legs to kick me off of him. He jumped to his feet and he lunged at me as I quickly got up and I dodged his blow at the last second. I then heard something weird overhead. It wasn’t a drone. It was a helicopter this time. I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t be distracted. I faced that vampire again and I lunged at him just as I did before, but this time I bailed him up against the wall of a building that we were next to. He was trying to push me away as I was snapping and biting at him.

I decided to test that in the morning. I never got into the whole vampire craze, so all my knowledge of vampire came from my collection of Blaxploitation movies—in particular Blacula and Scream, Blacula, Scream. I remembered how that African vampire had howled and screamed when he was reduced to ashes after being exposed to the sun. I wasn't all that anxious to recreate the experience. I've been ashy, but I don't want to be ashes. I could see my own reflection, but could I shape-shift? Didn't vampires turn into bats or mist or something? I concentrated until I felt like a serious dumbass because it was evident that I was not even close to changing into something else.

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

My heart was racing marathons and my breathing was getting deeper and quicker. I'm scared. Someone help me, please. The lights quickly flickered back open revealing this dark shadow-like person right in front of me. It was the same one I saw at the library the other day. His whole body was surrounded by dark fog waving from him. I screamed so high that I thought I broke my vocal cords. He took me by my neck and started choking me. My hands were clawing on his wrist hoping that it will somehow loosen his grip on me. It didn't. He was by far one hundred times stronger than me.

I never realized how peaceful humans look when they are in the depths of deep slumber. Just by looking at one you would think all well within the world, and maybe it is but not in my world. As I watch Sky sleep I realize two things, one being that I have finally embraced the fact that I'm a nonhuman and the other is that for the first time in my life I am truly scared. For the last few days all I have been feeling this intense fear, gut wrenching fear that at any moment one of the demons after me would come and kill the love of my life. Hence why I have been watching him sleep and basically following him around for days now.

I shook my head and tried closing the door, only for it to be burst open with a full force that sent me flying back, landing hard on my butt. “What the-” My words are cut short at the sight of two buff men walking towards me, cracking their fist, with their faces so deadly, both eyes fixed on me. My chest tightened, I tried, tried to get to my feet and make a run for it, but I could only get to my feet before I was picked from the floor and smashed to the ground again. “Do whatever you want with her boys, Rape her to death, beat her to death, take her organs, I don’t care. Just make sure she doesn’t step out of this room alive. Bye, Alexa, hope you have a lovely reunion with your father.”

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen