Writing Horror Stories Novels & Stories

The foliage has begun reclaiming sidewalks and parking lots, even poking through the street’s asphalt. But not here. Nothing grows here. “I grew up reading a lot of classic horror, Stephen King, H. P. Lovecraft, especially,” Father Ward says. “Dad did, too. He was a different sort of pastor. A little more relaxed. Anyway, there’s a scrap of poetry by Lovecraft. Goes something like this . . . ” Father Ward closes his eyes and with a thoughtful expression recites: The Thing, they whisper, wears a silken mask Of yellow, whose queer folds appear to hide

She was lying in bed asleep unknowing of the darkness that was at the foot of her bed. She stirred, awakening from her slumber, her subconscious feeling the hard eyes staring at her. She sat up feeling uneasy as she reached for the glass of water beside her bed hands shaking as her fingers got nearer to the the glass, it dropped and smashed to the floor, water spattered all over the floor. She felt goosebumps, hair raising at the back of her neck. She gripped the blanket up to her neck and shouted, "I know you are here Hannah! What do you want from me?!" Suddenly, she felt the air getting colder and the spattered water splashing softly as footsteps are heard going near her. Slowly, the water

I was glad I won’t stand out too much. We arrive at Xander’s house after a few minutes. His house was more of a dark side kind of house. It was gothic and gave you the creeps. Old cold men stood as statues lining up the way to the front door. Music thumped inside the house. It felt like a high school monster party. Okay maybe I watch too much Ant farm and paranormal movies. This would be a good beginning for a horror story where Zombies come attacking. No, zombies don’t have brains to plot this. Better yet, Vampires.

I hope I do not end up screaming so loudly that my baby decides to make an early entrance into the world. I have always preferred romance novels over any other genre. There is something comforting about them, even if they do not always reflect reality. Horror, on the other hand, fills me with dread. It gives me a wild imagination, and I often end up with nightmares after reading or watching anything scary. I remember the times in school when my roommates would roll their eyes at me during horror movies because I could not stop screaming. Eventually, they would kick me out of the room, and I would miss the rest of the movie. The memory makes me giggle, though it is tinged with a hint of nosta

I feel sick at that. “So it’s hell then?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “No, it’s worse. Hell, you can get to. Darkness, you can’t. They have shadow monsters. That occasionally enter other realms, they feed on the sleeping victims and inflict the most disturbing nightmares that feel so real the victim wakes covered in blood. They eventually go insane from lack of sleep. That is just one of the horrors of darkness.” I suck in a breath and declare I will never sleep again. Also, every light will be kept on. I am not being used for the shadows. I shudder at the thought.

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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.

I’ve even met Lucifer, for fucks sake, and yes, I do mean the Devil himself. There are many unexplained things in this world, many religions, God’s, Goddesses, shifters, elves, fairies, demons, angels. You name it; it exists; the stories didn’t come from nowhere. However, most of what is written come from humans who’ve seen something out of the ordinary. They then add a bunch of bullcrap into the mix, and that’s how horror stories are born. However, all of these beings I’ve met, and I’ve never been nervous before. As Princess of Zidiah, I was taught from birth how to hold my head up high in the presence of others. As an Alpha, it comes naturally to be in charge.

I chuckled and turned to him and asked, "Don't you know that there's different horror movies?" "How?" "Listen, under horror the movies are separated as demonic movies, haunted movies, death consequences movies, and a lot more." He let out a chuckle and said, "Years of experience, huh?" I punched his shoulder and turned on the television and went to the movies in the playlist and asked, "What do you wanna see?" And looked at him. "What about some haunted death consequences? It sounds a little scarier than others." I laughed and said, "Okay." I opened the list of movies related to that and asked him again, "From this list, what do you like to watch?"

These stories involve events that happened around Halloween within The Pines University grounds - or to students who may be from there or not. It also talks about certain entities who seem to be very much invisible to normal people. And in this case, what you don't see will most likely kill you... Of fright! +++++++++++ LAGOON LOVERS