Ya Horror Novels & Stories

Zren looked at the two, "Are you guys serious?" They nodded as a response. "Fine, however, please guys, don't shout if you're scared, or else Yashi will wake up. Understood?" "Understood!" The three of them switched off the lights in the kitchen and moved to the living room where the seventy-two inches tv was placed. They also turned the lights off, sat on the sofa together with their food, and choose a horror movie to watch. "What should we watch?" Zren asked the two. "There is a newly released horror movie yesterday, the reviews that people left, said that it was extremely terrifying," Xhyne explained, there was even a hint of excitement in his voice.

Delldora furrowed his brows which immediately made Hana smile awkwardly "Ah, no sir. I think you are having your rotten syndrome, because today is the 13th and its Friday. " Said Hana, making Delldora's face, which was originally stiff, relax. "Did Kyllian tell you about Friday 13th?" He asked which immediately made Hana shake her head. "No" "Then?" "Ah that .." Hana played her fingers "Some horror movies I watch often tell how sacred Friday the 13th is. So, I think that applies to you too." She answered. "Is that so?" Delldora smiled as he shook his head

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

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“Hmm. So, you think it’s a curse or a spell of some sort?” “How the hell should I know? I don’t deal with whatever magic or religion that is. Seriously, is this everything or are you going to spring something else on me?” Yolanda was more than a little insulted, and he hadn’t even eased into this breach. She took one look at the cooler and the disembodied limbs. “Gods, that’s disgusting. Why would anyone want to do that? It’s so unnatural.” “That’s why I’m here. This falls under my team’s specialty. Occult, supernatural, and unexplained. We go in and try to find answers for it.”

Just as I wondered if I had somehow ended up in the afterlife, a cold mechanical voice echoed around me. “Welcome, players, to the horror game, Spring Manor. You must escape within twenty-four hours. Failure to complete the mission will result in permanent confinement within the game world. “Number of participants: 10. Difficulty: S-Rank. We wish all players an enjoyable experience.” As soon as the voice faded, the fog slowly thinned before disappearing completely. A massive old-fashioned building appeared before us. Wildflowers grew chaotically around the entrance, each bloom as large as a human hand, its colors unnaturally vivid. Scarlet lamps hung from every floor, while an eerie blue glo

I'd never seen anything like that in real life. If I died chasing a pretty face, at least I'd die without regrets. It was still early. I did the math. I'd have plenty of time to get back before sunset. So I left my husband a quick note and headed for The Gilded Lyre, equal parts excited and nervous. [Naomi's actually clueless. What kind of horror game lets people team up?] [Don't forget, she still thinks this is the romance game she endorsed.] [Am I the only one who thinks Holly's shady? Sabotaging another player is low.]

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 woke up in a panic, clutching my daughter, sitting in front of three framed photos for two days straight, not drinking a drop. Only on New Year's morning did I realize my daughter was not breathing anymore. Her hand was still gripping a pack of spicy salmon jerky. I could not understand it. After holding my daughter and breaking down in tears, the night ended in tragedy. When I blinked my eyes open, I was back to the day my mom, her eyes brimming with tears, said she was heading out to buy steak. ... Packing up a plate of steak just like before, my mom made for the door. I let out a piercing cry: "Mom! We can't have steak today!" The shock made her hands shake, her eyes welling up again.