Xmas Horror Stories Novels & Stories

Nolan and Mason kindly start the bonfire as it's beginning to get dark. Cora and Hailey collect some sticks and stick a row of marshmallows on each of them for all of us to roast over the fire. Lana and Emma pour everyone champagne; I stick with water. We share spooky stories as the night goes on. Emma is looking quite pale. 'I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight after all these stories.' Emma stutters. 'I’m sure Nolan won’t mind you snuggling up to him.' Cleo giggles. 'We need some music!' Hailey slurs, stumbling to the limo, drunk.

Mason's insidious actions had awakened a primal terror, plunging the realm into darkness. The stories surrounding these deaths painted a macabre picture of savagery. It seemed as though the victims had met their demise at the hands of a beast, their necks brutally ravaged, as if drained of every drop of blood. The grotesque nature of the killings left witnesses traumatized, their minds struggling to comprehend the horror that unfolded before their eyes. The realm had become a haunted place, plagued by the specter of death at every turn.

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

Merry Christmas, V, sighed Roth, trying so hard not to feel disappointed. Vince sighed along with his wolf and just stayed buried under his bed covers. There was no use in getting up if it was just gonna be another cold Christmas for him and his wolf. He tried not to think of what happened back there at his mate's house, but that was all that kept playing and replaying in his head. +++ "OH MY GOD! NO, STAY AWAY! SHIT PLEASE! DON'T HURT ME!!! PLEEEEAAASSE!"

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

Maya: "Tomorrow." Derek: "Tomorrow I'm kissing you. Rules or no rules." Maya: "I'm counting on it." I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, knowing sleep was impossible. Because tomorrow was Christmas. And tomorrow, apparently, Derek was done following all the rules. I couldn't wait.

“Do you think it’s haunted?” My breath sticks in my chest at her words. Before I can say anything, Jack laughs. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it isn’t haunted.” “Some people think it is,” I counter. “There have always been stories about this place, about the swamp.” The woman pauses as an uneasy shadow flickers across her delicate features. “What kind of stories?” she presses. Jack once again cuts me off. “Who gives a shit?” he chuckles. “Ghosts, witches, werewolves–that’s all kid stuff. The only thing we should be afraid of is the IRS.”

Jane already had tears in her eyes and I could hear how fast and heavy her heart pumped now. "And after that day, it became a haunted villa. The jury granted him freedom and no one ever spoke of that day again." "Can you just stop already, Katherine!?" Jane shouted at Katherine as she covered her ears with her hands. "But, after that night, after a whole year it became rumored that a demon now occupied that villa as well as the street. Especially around 9p.m every weekend, on full moon nights. Worst advice is to go there and best advice is still to go there."

I’m sure everyone knows somethings going on between us but I’m starting not to care. “It’s time to tell ghost stories!!” Becca announces. Anybody got a good one? Everyone looks around but no one volunteers. “Oh shit! What about that night we watched the Gremlins.” Michael says I know exactly what he’s talking about. One of the scariest nights of our lives. “Oh man that was scary tell it Becca!” Christopher yells and everyone’s intrigued. “Rosalie tells it best she remembers the details better because she’s older.” Becca says