Novel & Cerita Top Horror

But, Kai began to wonder what kind of horror they might be facing behind this peaceful sleep. The forest was horror on it's own, there absolutely is no way that one would pass it without facing the throb of sleep. It felt so good. It would feel as though, if you did not sleep right there and then that you would die. So it was pretty dangerous. What Kai prayed for now is that this forcefield reaches it's limit and falsifies so that he would be able to penetrate in. He cannot let them sleep in there for eternity.

" Did Adam forget that Yara was the most pampered youngest child in the Candra family? ---- Author’s note: -‘Om’ has the same meaning as uncle. -‘Tante’ has the same meaning as aunt. -Pill Kina are drugs to prevent or treat malaria (an endemic disease in eastern Indonesia) which is deadly,

He pauses before continuing with that slithering accent like something you would hear in a horror story or someplace in the darkest parts of Europe, “Have you ever wondered if the things that go bump in the night really exist? Or if they are a figment of your imagination?” Getting more creeped out by the second, I keep staring at him and then find that I can speak again. Before I utter an answer, I raise my hand up to my forehead and wipe a strand of my blonde hair out of my eyes so I can concentrate. “Sure, I have always been intrigued by the forces of darkness, but do they really exist as they do in my novels and dreams?”

I never realized how peaceful humans look when they are in the depths of deep slumber. Just by looking at one you would think all well within the world, and maybe it is but not in my world. As I watch Sky sleep I realize two things, one being that I have finally embraced the fact that I'm a nonhuman and the other is that for the first time in my life I am truly scared. For the last few days all I have been feeling this intense fear, gut wrenching fear that at any moment one of the demons after me would come and kill the love of my life. Hence why I have been watching him sleep and basically following him around for days now.

I'm learning new things about Demons every day and it's really not anything like what I expected. 'And what did you expect?' He walked over to the coffee table and stubbed out the last of the cigarette in the ashtray. 'Oh wait, let me take a wild guess: horns, forked tails, hooves, the whole fucking Halloween costume, right? Or maybe demonic possession and little girls who spew up green vomit, spin their heads three-hundred-and-sixty degrees and who do unmentionable things with crucifixes. Am I getting closer?' I stared at him, suddenly alarmed. 'You can't do that, right? The whole possession thing?'

She dressed like she was going to a fashion show on a daily basis. Sharon had everything a girl could envy. She had everything except brains. That’s why she called me Phobia. Sometimes she called me Gloria. As long as whatever name she called had an ia at the end, she was fine with it. Like I said, her brains were either runny or they just didn’t have the necessary filings. What can I say? Sharon was just plain stupid. Yes she was very beautiful but she was also arrogant, rude and she was a bully. I mean, how do you go from Petunia to Phobia? Are you being ignored or are you just being a certified moron? ‘Phobia’

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.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

Then the horror roared. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The sound shattered valleys. Destroyed cliffs. Sent shockwaves across continents. But this time— nobody stepped back. Not the armies. Not the heirs. Not the guardians. Nobody. Because for the first time— the horror looked afraid. Actually afraid. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable actually. Then the creature moved. Fast. Far too fast. Its massive hand shot toward Thomas. Reality exploded around it. The sky tore open. Mountains cracked.

I could feel something staring at me from the darkness behind my back. “He’s here…” I forced myself to stay calm long enough to ask, “Who?” “The boss. The most terrifying existence in the horror game.” I nearly forgot how to breathe. My head turned, mechanically, like rusted machinery grinding into motion. In the distance stood a man dressed in black robes. Half of his face was hidden beneath a bronze mask as he silently watched us. Every step he took caused the mandrake flowers embroidered on the curtains to glow brighter. By the time he got to the center of the stage, black-red liquid began dripping from the flowers, releasing a thick metallic stench into the air. With a raise of his hand,