Ya Horror Novels & Stories

Hyperion's look was one of disbelief and surprise. “Hey, in a healthy way. Before starting a game I ask to what level the person is comfortable with the situations that can happen. Hmm… How to explain it better? Imagine that the people who play horror with me, it's like those people who go to the cinema to buy a ticket to a horror movie, they can choose from children's horror to Hunger Games, including Bone Collector, among other titles. Then the person will watch the film and know that the people who participated in the films are seeing their reaction and being happy because they fulfilled their role, which is to frighten and frighten.” I tried to explain without sounding too psychopathic,

I folded my lips and smacked them. "It's a Horror movie," I say simply. "Really," Vy says perking up at the word horror and I nodded. "We can watch it sometime together," I suggested, and she smiled nodding her head hastily. "Werewolves are the things that are not real. I'm 100% sure Annabelle is, I search it and they have the real doll and the other haunted items in some museum in Monroe," I gave her a dumbfounded look. "I can admit that werewolves are not real but come on," I say chuckling.

“Okay, whatever suits you best.” I connected my laptop to my phone’s internet and opened the one streaming platform that offered all nine seasons of Haunters. I signed up for a free thirty-day trial, still refusing to waste a single dime on Brandon Price’s boys band. “Shall we?” I asked, opening the episode list. “Go to season one.” “You want me to watch their first visit to the Manor?” “For context.” “Okay.” Watching Haunters with a bunch of ghosts turned out to be way funnier than I would’ve ever expected.

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

I cover a baking sheet with frozen chicken strips and French fries as Perry and Harper search for a movie to watch on the TV. Perry wants to put on Saw while Harper deems it too horrific. "I watched Halloween," he argues. "It's worse than Halloween." I agree, calling from the kitchen, "No Saw." Perry groans. "Look, there's Paranormal Activity." Harper points out. "You haven't seen that; it's about ghosts. You love ghosts, right?"

On TV is the news that has been replayed since the morning about Vampires suddenly going mad and attacking people without purpose, they are like zombies without brains that can't control their actions, Then there are the bloody scenes that are really terrible. Phoebe looked at these things in fear, breaking out in a cold sweat, her hands and feet shaking, she didn't understand what was happening out there. Seeing that Emily and Ray were still hugging her in terror, the other children had gone to sleep. Phoebe then comforted the two children: "What are you two afraid of it's just a horror movie not worth mentioning, it's getting late so go to sleep." Ray timidly asked: "Is it really a movie o

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

But the man in front of me isn’t the one from the photo. His eyes are the same shape, the same color, but darker. Harder. Wrong. Like something else is wearing his face. Like something ancient is using him as a doorway. Jason whispers. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Brad, or whatever he is, smiles back. “Surprise.” The Hallow hums around them, hungry. And I feel it, a cold, creeping dread that slides down my spine. This isn’t just my father. This is something else. Something older. Something darker. Something that wants me. The vision snaps.

Because he had just been ripped apart. I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent. “I was hungry,” he murmured. Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before. [Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.] [Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.] [Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]