Xmas Horror Stories Novels & Stories

After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent. 303: "Everyone in this building is gonna die tonight!" 603: "What the hell is happening downstairs?" 304: "Wait, wasn't the guy in 303 already… dead?" 401: "Seriously, who's using his phone to pull a prank? This isn't funny." Apartment 303 was Edgar's unit, and the message was coming from his WhatsApp account. The other residents were buzzing about it, but no one seemed to take that line seriously. The building was six stories tall, with four units per floor, and it wasn't fully occupied. I shot Jacob a text. "Who took Edgar's phone after he died?"

"I'm looking for information about the town's history, particularly anything unusual or supernatural." She peered at me over her glasses, her eyes narrowing. "You're not the first one to come asking about that, you know. There's an old legend that's been passed down through generations. Some say it's just a tale, but others believe there's truth to it." My curiosity piqued, and I leaned closer, eager for any tidbit of information. "What legend?" "The legend of the Silverwood Curse," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of caution and excitement. "It's said that those afflicted by the curse turn into vicious beasts under the light of the full moon. They become... werewolves."

“I’m already having a crappy night.” He screamed when a figure darted from the trees and rushed at him. Eliseo ran towards the house. It was the same creature he and Ciaran saw that fateful Halloween night. It killed the maid. Both were too traumatized by their experience that they hadn’t spoken a word to anyone. It was so scary that Ashton and Grayson never came by their house again.

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

The second lady asked. “I don't know… but it is rumoured that he is always scary every Christmas eve once the full moon goes up,” the first lady said. “Oh.. God, I'm so scared. Because of some curse, we can't even celebrate Christmas while other packs are celebrating,” the second lady's voice came again. Then their voices died down and they chorused a greeting. “Is Lady Mara in?” Lilith asked, her voice authoritative. I quickly tiptoe back to the bed and lay on it, trying to process everything I just heard, and masking my expression.

If Christmas morning included the promise of half-naked men. “Get up!” Rosa shouts, ripping the blanket off me. “We have strippers to see!” “Jesus, Rosa. Buy me dinner first.” She rolls her eyes. “For what you’re planning tonight, sweetheart, you should buy them dinner.” By the time we step out of the taxi in front of the club, the entire street pulses with bass. Neon lights splash over us in pinks, blues, and electric greens. The sign above the entrance glows: SIN HAVEN.

If it wasn't for him, the wolf would have derived pleasure in tearing my skin apart. "She appeared in my dream and instructed me to get you back. She foresaw a danger lurking around you," Now this shit is getting scarier than ever before. I've never been a staunch advocate for ghosts appearing to people. That shit doesn't even exist. Xavier looks so serious talking about it My phone rings. Finally, A relief from Xavier's haunted stories. It's a call from home. "Hello, Nurse. It's been a long time since we spoke. How's my mum? Is she getting better?"

Another door slid open, revealing a narrow shaft descending into darkness. Cold air rushed up. Old air. Below us, something hummed. Not machinery. Not quite. Memory. Footsteps thundered outside the dead zone. The wall began to buckle. I took her hand. And stepped into the dark with her. Behind us, the dead zone collapsed. And above us, the hunters finally broke through. Too late.

But of course, fate was cruel. There was only one empty seat left. Right next to him. I sighed in defeat and sat down. Travis passed me a cold bottle of water without a word, his fingers brushing mine. My heart stupidly skipped again. “Did you guys know,” said Axl, one of Seth’s loudmouth friends, “that there’s a haunted mansion up the hill? Locals say it’s cursed.” “Cursed like what?” Adison asked, wide-eyed. “Like… couples who go there either break up—or come back engaged,” Axl said dramatically.

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”