Good Suspense Novels & Stories

‎Screens flicker. ‎Rewind. ‎Play. ‎Rewind. ‎Play. ‎We watch her walk in. ‎Head down. ‎Alone. ‎My chest tightens. ‎She shouldn’t be alone. ‎She’s never alone. ‎Then— ‎Static. ‎The screen glitches. ‎Cuts. ‎Fifteen minutes of nothing. ‎When it comes back, She’s gone. Just… ‎gone. ‎No exit footage. ‎No struggle caught on camera. ‎No trace.

except, if everyone had died alone and Andrew didn’t follow him . One of them was next. 10:00 PM They stopped several feet short of the security office, at the pool of water slowly spreading down the hall from the now-dark room, a dark room lit by intermittent, arcing sparks flickering eerily here and there, over Sue’s slumped form and her chair and the floor. The servers sparking. And from here, though Deyquan couldn’t tell for sure, it looked like Sue’s head was buried in the computer monitor’s screen, as if something had smashed her face into it.

It didn't feel like depression. It felt like she was running in a long, narrow tunnel, with no end in sight and nothing but darkness all around her. And she was so terrified that if she didn't do something soon, or if nothing changed, she'd never find her way out. The change she needed came one sweltering morning, two days before Christmas, when trouble showed up on their doorstep in the form of Gordon and Peterson, waving a warrant of arrest for Austin as soon as he opened the front door.

She wouldn't be doing this if she weren't desperate. 'She hasn't slept well, but what about me?' I thought. That night, after a round of schmoozing, I was walking past the karaoke bar's back alley when I saw a bunch of lowlifes cornering Sarah against a wall. They were hurling abuse and trying to rip her clothes off. I could not just watch. I stepped in and took those goons down. Sarah was a wreck, her eyes wide with fear and shock. That scene haunted my dreams for days, leaving me feeling choked up inside.

Robin wanted to input another code, but he stopped when he noticed something. He noticed they were trying to trace his IP address, so he quickly locked it and picked up his binoculars immediately. He loomed through it towards the building only to see lots of men in black suits coming out of the gate. His eyes dilated. "Shit!" He quickly shut down his computer realizing that his location could have been discovered. He packed everything into his bag pack and glanced at his motorbike, glancing in the direction of the building, he could already hear footsteps approaching.

-Skylar- I walked through the long dark hallway; I didn't know where I was. I could smell chemicals, instantly I could tell I was at the hospital. I walked towards the end of the hallway, finding a room. There was a back faced towards me, a man crying into the girl’s body, I looked closer to see I was on the bed with Aspen next to me. I jerked forward as I felt a hand touch my shoulder, I looked behind me to see my dead cousin, Drake. “Drake?” he nodded, pulling me into a hug. “What’s going on?”

The others quickly gathered around in the group as another Reaper appeared beside the first and then another and another. Sisi was shaking in fear as she looked at the monsters. Serra tighten her grip on the sword. Rena readied her dagger, though she knows it can't hurt the Reaper. The Reapers slithered quickly and surrounded them, it's claws ready in it's side. They were snarling and hissing. Serra saw a flicker of movement at the corner of her eyes as the Reaper lunged at them. They broke off.

A stubborn, unyielding bastard. The brief moment of hesitation on the other end gave him the idea that something was wrong. "Sir," Arrow's tone was confirming his suspicions, "Dizon escaped. We cannot find him."

Merrick continued, drawing their bodies closer. Mr. Hawthorne waited, his mind racing to figure out what Mr. Merrick would do next. Suddenly, a movement at his chest startled him. Reflexively, he looked down and found the tip of a gun pointed directly at his chest. “Then you must die, Kinsley Hawthorne.” The sound of the gunshot erupted. The bullet flew in a brief and inevitable moment, piercing directly through the center of Mr. Hawthorne’s chest. Sharp pain followed, spreading throughout his body. His eyes widened, and he slowly stepped back before being supported by Thomas.

Someone knew us enough to be interested. Below the photos, a single line of text appeared on the screen: ‘Enjoy your lunch, sweetheart.’ The text didn't have a name, and the tone was completely mysterious, leaving me absolutely terrified. Was it Stephen playing a dangerous, manipulative game with me? Or was there someone else on campus tracking my every move, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy my entire life?