An unexpected day at school, the girls decide to skip class and hide in an abandoned class. Little did they know the class was haunted. That is from where it all started.....

You'll get a variety of short horror stories here. I'm not a writer so I have collected these stories from different sources. I hope you won't mind until you're enjoying reading them.

Who knew that killers had a type and that type is you. You were able to slide into the hearts of two of the most infamous slashers and both of them would kill anyone just to have you all to themselves. //Fluff and Blood// (Just like all my other stuff) 🔪🩸🖤

🏆2017 WATTY AWARD WINNER 🥇 Olivia Chastain's life was seemingly perfect until she was violently thrust into a nightmare that would haunt her for years to come. Kidnapped by a sadistic murderer, Olivia is subjected to atrocities she'll never be able to erase from her memory. When she's inexplicably released from his grip, horrifying flashbacks plague her every waking moment, but that's not the worst of what she's forced to contend with - the masked madman roams free, preying on other unsuspecting souls. As the days pass, the deviant's reign of terror grows more and more grotesque. As the only surviving victim, Olivia fears he'll find her and finish what he started. Will the authorities catch the elusive psychopath before he strikes again?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Sweat and blood will spill, but will the truth spill too?

A mad scientist kidnaps people and breeds them in an attempt to create other species.

Madi's slumber party is suddenly terrorized by a harmless dare.