Xmas Horror Stories Novels & Stories

“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.”

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

As I watched the grim expressions on my in-laws' faces and Louis' evasive gaze, I suddenly realized I'd truly had enough of Mom. … For some reason, Mom always found it entertaining to spread rumors about me and belittle me in front of others. When I was a child, she'd accused me of stealing. Then, later on, at my college graduation, she fabricated stories of me having an affair with one of my professors on the spot. I barely had any friends growing up. Everyone avoided me like the plague. Every time I caught Mom in one of her lies, she would show no remorse. She claimed she was only joking, and that she didn't know everyone else would take what she said so seriously.

Whispers followed me everywhere. "I can't believe she's that kind of person." "The more innocent they look, the wilder they are." "That coat she's wearing? It's Chanel's latest. The rumors on the campus forum must be true." I retrieved my phone to check the campus forum. My entire body was shaking from anger. Sharon actually spread dirty rumors about me on the campus forum. [A Golden Apple on Christmas Day Exposed Our Fake Friendship!] She accused me of flaunting wealth with a golden apple on Christmas Day and scamming them out of an expensive meal.

[Carlos] I found out Christmas sitting on the edge of the old fountain here in the courtyard. The fountain doesn't have a water anymore since our situation gone wrong and even the house adjusted in the changes. It seems the house died since she is gone but now she is here, it is still not alive. “What are you doing here?” asked of Christmas, looking on my way. “I came here to see you,” I replied and walked closer to her, “I just want to apologise about last night.” I sat beside her.

His parents attended an important dinner function at the Moonstar Hotel by the Bay View Area and they told them that they might come home late. A slight breeze blew from the West. Old folks used to tell in their bedtime stories by the fireplace that this is an ominous sign. They say that vile creatures hunt for their prey during these times. Mark knew all about this since he is an avid fan of mystery-horror stories. Yet he told himself a thousand times that evening these are just figments of his wild imagination. Nothing horrible is going to befall his parents. They are both good souls and God is watching over them from above.

You could say that there are no ghosts in the world, and I could agree with you, but some people said that there are no werewolves in the world and we know for sure that they are, so… never say never. “I hate this place,” Sam said and looked around. “So many stories , horror stories that I get goosebumps just thinkin' about it.” “ I chose this place exactly for that. Because we all hate this place and it is the last place where Manganiello would think that we will come.”

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

She reminded Nora much of herself when she was younger. “So you guys have to sleep now, that was the deal that we had. So get down or I will call the monster”. Xavier said as he roared and they let out giggles when his eyes flashed yellow. “You aren't a monster, you are a cute little puppy and we want a story so we will sleep after our story.” Haven said as she crossed her hands over her little chest. “Fine, I will give you a story. The best of all. The story of the witch and the wolf.” He said as he stared at Nora with a knowing smile. It was their story.

I said. “You really are full of surprises.” He said. And I looked over and smiled at him. “And don’t tell me you hate it.” I said. “I would never tell you that I hated it.” He said. We got to Nashville that night and we were hoping that since this city had already been hit, nobody would be hanging around. We got out of our cars and started looking around, but if there were any survivors they would be too scared to come out at night time. “Well, well. Would you look at who we have here? It’s the werewolf that’s causing us so many problems.” Someone said behind us. So we all spun around and we were being surrounded by vampires. So much for them moving on.