Xmas Horror Stories Novels & Stories

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.

“Maybe it was hallucinogens.” “Or maybe he was possessed,” Cassie expressed. “A demon alone eye dem black suh.” (Only demons have eyes so black). Kitty didn't want to admit that she too was thinking the same thing earlier, but demons are not real, right? “Cassie, calm down, no need to overreact.” “Don't tell me to calm down,” Cassie yelled. Cheryl pulled up to the scene after dropping Marla home. “Wy dya two look liyyke ya just saw a ghost?” She questioned as she swung her foot off her motorcycle. She drew off her helmet. (Why do you two look like you've just seen a ghost?)

Ximena pointed to one of them. "Hey, you'll rest here tonight. No matter what you hear, do not leave the coffin." Something told me tonight was definitely not going to be peaceful. Sleeping alone in a coffin did not sound appealing. If anything, one human and one ghost together felt safer. Seeing Ximena lie down in her coffin fully dressed, I climbed in and lay down beside her. "My dear husband?" Her terrifying ghost face suddenly appeared inches from mine. My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to speak. "Ximena, on a night like this, how could I let you stay alone?"

, I screamed. "What??!", I heard dad ask from behind me. I quickly turned to see he was with mum. I sighed a bit in relieve. "We can't stay here..", I started repacking the boxes. "Let's go home..", I was almost pleading. I didn't want to wait and find out what goes on after midnight! Dad laughed a bit before walking up to par my back. "You don't believe those crazy stories do you?". Elmore had always been famous for all it's horror stories.

"Why don't you write those scary dreams into a story and submit it to the school's literary folio? People would go nuts if you made a story and put a note that said it was based on a true story." My friend Hazel was giving me ideas on how to maximize my time despite the situation I had with Rian. She was a close friend of mine, and she was helping me cope with my situation. Hazel and Pearl are my best friends in college, and we were now hanging out in the cafeteria as I explained to them my situation with Rian, the curse, and even the hallucinations and its effects.

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

Gentlemen and Ladies welcome to a world that apparently is very similar to yours. Here we have all the big cities and all the big states too. But we also have some things more, and it is not the dragons, vampires and werewolves you are thinking about. I am talking about the oddly things. Boys that never grow, invisible men, and cats in boots. You know which place all those figures appears. Welcome to fairy tales world, this is the antics of Bia's crew.

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

Jaxon asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he caught a whiff of Mike’s scent. “Humans will believe just about anything if it means they can save themselves or someone dear to them.” The hallway was enshrouded with suffocating dark smoke, thick and swirling like a living being. It had never seemed threatening before, but now Mike could feel its sinister presence wrapping around him as if it were the very reason they were trapped in this haunted mansion. He recalled the smoke's presence when they first saw Zane and Jaxon, how it had coalesced into their grotesque wings. With a sinking heart, he understood that he and Gem had been foolish to believe they could escape the Sex Demons.