ホラー นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This time so loud the lighthouse trembled. Dust fell from the ceiling. The lantern flickered. And outside— all the creatures suddenly stopped attacking the door. Silence. Complete silence. Then Henry's face turned white. Completely white. Then he whispered: "It's here." Nobody moved. Then: "What is?" Henry slowly looked toward the ocean. His eyes filled with terror. Real terror. The kind that couldn't be faked. Then he answered. "The thing the kingdom tried to control." The lighthouse suddenly shook violently.

"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.

By the end of the song, the Horage demon stood in the middle of the bar area surrounded by his destruction. "More! More!" He turned raging yellow eyes on us. "What does he want?" Kira asked as she jumped out of the way. I danced off the counter as the hammer came down in the middle it leaving a body sized hole where I had just been standing. "To party!" "How do we get him to stop?" Kira said from across the room while she dodged a body slam. "Did you give it a time limit?" "Ten minutes." "Then we have to wait it out!" I spun and darted to the left as I stayed of the demon's radar. He was going straight for Kira. She tried to move, but her body was so slow. It was painful to watch.

The room was eerily quiet except for the sound of burning candles. Luna Sandra had never been so frightened before. She strained her ears, tense and nervous, listening intently for any unusual sounds from inside or outside the room. If she heard anything strange, her heart would race with anticipation. Reminded of the death of the third stepmother, Luna Sandra shuddered uncontrollably. She deliberately orchestrated the third stepmother's death, but she never expected that the woman, after dying, would transform into a vengeful spirit coming to seek her. Many people had been killed under her influence in the past few years, but no one had ever made her feel so terrified. It could be because t

If they survived to a ripe old age, they got to retire, and another family member took their place. Now within the hazy, darkened version of the physical realm. Yolanda watched the shadows for anything out of place. There wasn’t a day or night within this realm. It was always a hazy, twilight. She’d always wondered if the Dream Realm influenced the atmosphere of many black and white horror movies. With the barren trees, mists wafting about in the air without out the wind’s benefit. It was gray and dingy. No moon hung in the air here. She suspected the Fae created this place before the moon was in orbit in the physical realm. They’d made it look like the physical realm. But they didn’t quite

Takeshi breath caught on his throat for a second. "Maybe the school is haunted by the past ghost or something dont tell me like my old one this one is also built in the old cemetery" this only Takeshi chuckle in response. "You are watching too many horror movies ghost-like things doesn't exist at all" "Oh boy only if you know there are things hidden in the darkness more dangerous then than humans" Koishi mumbles as they reach the end stairs walking towards the door. 'Only if you knew humans are scarier than the non-humans things'

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

I cross the road to my apartment building using my senses to look around and be careful and not think thoughts about werewolves I should not be thinking about. I use my key to access the building’s lobby. It’s a tall, narrow building with a long narrow lobby. Each floor has just one apartment. Which doesn’t mean the apartments are big. It’s an idiosyncrasy of Loop City that all its tenements are like this. Like tall, grey blades jutting up from the pavements.

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..