Novel & Cerita Young Adult Horror

"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 don’t know what’s so Adult about them. It’s not like you’re watching people do their tax returns or something. Anyway, I convinced him to try some other stuff and it was a hit. Now he lets me do the ordering.” He was getting comfortable with me. I had no idea where I was headed with any of this, but my instincts told me there was something about this kid. I figured if I kept him talking I might find out what. “So, the horror ones are pretty popular?” “Oh, yeah,” he said. “People act like they don’t like it. Like make fun of the titles and stuff, but they still rent ‘em. And then rent more. Gorier the better.” He smiled.

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

“Janea, something is really wrong. First, the dream of an unknown vampire killing me, and now this. Something bad is happening and I think I’m right in the middle of it.” She didn’t respond, just looked at me with worry in her eyes.

That was her crazy and madness for vampires. On the other hand, Hana was shivering in fear, not understanding what Nabi planned with Ian. The only thing she knew about Ian was that he was Nabi's friend, and always being with Nabi alone or with some girlfriends made her not even know about Ian's face or looks. Nevertheless, she acknowledged him as a gentleman based on Nabi's experiences with him. Gulping her drink, she fixed her eyes on the door. A tall teenager with an athletic body in a white shirt and blue jeans entered. His brown eyes and hair quite complimented his light skin tone.

The scents of sex and blood blanketed the room, making me want to hurl. My heart constricted painfully. Not everyone in this room was an adult. There were some younger victims. I had to push all emotion aside when I saw a little girl being fed on and others who looked a couple of years shy of being teens on their knees. There were also some younger vampires who were being ‘coached’ on the best techniques to fuck and feed to their heart’s content. I could see that the majority of those did not look like they wanted any part of this but had no choice.

Yet , just the sound of one has my heart racing. Walking down the street back towards my apartment , I see a group of young girls. Young , I say young like they don’t look my age. They probably are or a little bit older yet I feel so old and defeated in life that I refer to them as young. They’re dressed up giggling; it looks like they’re ready for a good night out. Or an all day session given its only 2 in the afternoon. I look on longingly. They look like they’re already having fun who knows what the rest of the night will bring for them. Not stuck in evil gore that much I do know like I will. Others toy with fear , toy with the taboo watching scary films and serial killer documentaries bu

At least that’s what I thought. In the next moment, his expression changed and a violent growl came from deep within his throat. The wolf’s eyes darkened as he crouched down like he was going to pounce on me. It was then that I turned and ran out of there. By the look on his face, he wanted to kill me. I didn’t know why. I hadn’t done anything. I was only a little girl. I didn’t even know I was a werewolf.

The monsters coming out of the darkness around them were unlike anything Jo had ever seen before, and she’d been watching horror movies since she was a toddler--or thereabouts. Some of these things were conglomerations of mythical creatures--with heads and claws of one species and bodies of something completely different. Some had wings, others had horns where they shouldn’t be, and the one thing they all had in common was that they were trying to kill them. Or eat them alive.

, but no words came out. The look of horror on his face remained unchanged. With an exasperated sigh, the girl twisted her neck around to look behind her. She screamed as a pair of rotting hands yanked her from the back of the truck. Vincent scrabbled backward across the metal truck bed, away from the gruesome monster that had grabbed his girlfriend. The thing’s face was a mass of sores and scabs, and its eyes bulged unnaturally out of an emaciated skull. One word formed in Vince’s brain as the creature’s teeth tore into the girl’s shoulder—zombie! Before he could process anything more, strong hands pulled him over the other side of the truck. An equally horrid face pressed close to his as s