Horrorstories Stories

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Everyone knows the story. The murders. The mask. The blood. The girl who survived. But nobody knows Billy Loomis's story. Before Woodsboro became synonymous with Ghostface, Billy was keeping secrets of his own-thoughts he could never say aloud, names he could never write down, and memories that became darker every time he opened the page. This is his diary. His private thoughts. His obsessions. His anger. His twisted sense of humor. His fixation on horror movies. His relationship with Sidney. His complicated friendship with Stu. His thoughts about his mother, his father, and the night everything inside him finally broke. Some entries are ordinary. Like vanilla: plain and unimportant. Some are disturbing. And some reveal pieces of Billy that nobody was ever supposed to find. The scariest part isn't discovering what Billy did. It's discovering what he was thinking while he did it. If you're reading this, you already know how the story ends. Or do you?

A collection of short horror stories perfect for reading in one sitting. Some things are better left unexplained. A familiar voice on the other end of the phone. A memory that everyone has except you. A house that you can never leave. A truth you were never supposed to see. Thirteen stories. Thirteen chances to discover something you were never meant to know. New stories will be posted every Friday at 5 pm PDT until the anthology is completed.

WANTED: Someone to water the flowers. Salary: $5,000 per day. Sounds too good to be true, right? When I accepted the job, I thought I had finally found my way out of a life I couldn't afford anymore. The house had rules. Arrive before sunset. Never stay outside after midnight. Water every flower-even the dead ones. Never enter the third floor. And if the flowers begin whispering... don't answer. Everyone who worked here lasted exactly seven days. I'm on day three. And I think the house has started learning my name.

Two sentences horror stories. The plots and characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ALL of the stories in here are 100% penned by me. Please respect this. Do not steal and use it as your own. Do not attempt to compile any of these stories into another book as that infringes copyright regardless if credit was given or not. Copyright © 2019 - 2026. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. Book cover is made using Canva. Image credit to original artist, Sebastiaan Stam from Pexels.

He is getting married. She still loves him. And a seventeen-year-old curse has awakened. Seventeen years ago, a woman was burned alive in one of three villages. That night, a curse was born-and the truth was buried with her. Now Reyansh Singh Rathore, a royal heir and successful software engineer, is about to marry the girl his mother chose for him. But his heart still beats for- Sharvi Sharma, a successful software engineer working in Noida-the woman he left behind, but never truly stopped loving. When Sharvi receives his wedding invitation, she has only one question: "Do you really not love me anymore?" As their past collides with a horrifying mystery, secrets from seventeen years ago begin to surface. A forgotten love. A buried truth. Three cursed villages. And a curse that may have brought them together for a reason. Will Reyansh choose the woman he never stopped loving-or will the Shraap take her away before he gets another chance? Wattpad ranks: ★ # 1 on horror stories ★ # 2 on horror romance ★ # 7 on Lost love ★ # 5 on horror fiction

"You're not just my anchor as a werewolf, Ivy Celeste. You're my anchor for everything." Ivy Celeste McCall has been a werewolf for nearly a year. She's seen things that no normal girl does, and has done things that no human can do. The only thing normal in her life is when she begins to develop a crush on a new student - Liam Dunbar. Even that, however, doesn't stay normal for very long. Everything changes the night that Liam is bitten. Ivy blames herself for the curse brought upon him, and despite the best efforts of her brother, struggles to see that it truly was the only choice they had to save his life. She also struggles with being the youngest in the pack, the "pup", and can't seem to find her place among her pack members. Liam struggles with his new identity and power, angry and confused. Not only that, a growing number of assassins are coming after all of them - or, more likely, the prices on their heads. As time goes on, it becomes apparent to Liam and Ivy that the only people they can truly count on is each other. Cautiously, they try to figure out where they stand with each other - are they just friends, or will this time allow for something more?

Every night at exactly 3:15 AM, someone runs through Claire's apartment. There's just one problem. She lives alone. The doors are locked. The windows are closed. The police find no one. But when Claire calls the couple who lived there before her, their reaction is worse than anything she expected. They've heard the footsteps too. For seven years. It started the night their nine-year-old son disappeared. Now the running is back. And this time, it isn't stopping where it used to. Claire thought she was alone in her new apartment. She was wrong.

Seven friends. One forgotten forest. They went to Blackwood looking for an adventure. They found something that should have remained forgotten. Four boys. Three girls. One forest. And Blackwood doesn't let everyone leave. The Blackwood Curse - Vesper Gray

Some doors should never be opened. On a freezing January afternoon, Eric and his best friend Billy are playing soccer when a mysterious old man approaches them. He calls himself Uncle Phil. When Billy follows him inside a strange house, Eric realizes something is terribly wrong. A scream comes from behind the door, followed by three words written across a frosted window: YOU ARE NEXT. Eric runs home and tells his father everything. The police arrive-but when they confront Uncle Phil, there is no evidence. No blood. No missing boy. Nothing. Even worse, everyone who enters the house seems to come back different. Now Eric is the only person who knows the truth. But if nobody believes him... Who will save him when Uncle Phil comes knocking?

A new house. Six friends. And a gift that should have never been accepted. When Chuuya's new neighbour gives her an antique Victorian sound box, it seems like nothing more than an unusual gift. But after the box enters their home, strange things begin happening. At first, they're easy to dismiss. Then they become impossible to ignore. Something has entered their lives. Something that doesn't want to be found. As the nights grow darker and the house begins revealing secrets of its own, the six friends are forced to uncover the truth behind the mysterious gift before it's too late. Because some gifts aren't meant to be opened. Some secrets aren't meant to be discovered. And some things... should never be invited inside. ♤ The Devil Made Me Do It ♤ A supernatural horror story from Beyond the Veil. Inspired by The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It > ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This story contains horror, violence, death, possession, disturbing imagery, psychological themes, and suicide. Reader discretion is advised. > ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ The cover art used for this story does not belong to me. All rights and credit go to the respective artist/creator. I am only using the artwork for story-cover purposes. If you are the original artist and would like the artwork removed or properly credited, please let me know. 🖤 All characters belong to their respective creators, unless otherwise stated. This is a work of fanfiction created for entertainment purposes.

Lucien only needed a job. When he starts working the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, he expects nothing more than six quiet hours alone in an old restaurant. But the animatronics aren't as harmless as they seem. With his best friend Hannah trying to help him make sense of the strange things happening at the restaurant, Lucien finds himself growing closer to Rusty, a tired employee who knows more about Freddy's than he lets on. And then there's Moth, the restaurant's technician, who seems to know exactly how the animatronics work... and exactly what not to talk about. As strange movements, broken cameras, and things that shouldn't be there begin to pile up, Lucien starts to realize that Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is hiding something. Something is watching. And Lucien has six hours until morning.

Some stories are written. Some stories write you. Anaya receives a notification from a story she has never read. There is no author. No profile picture. No history. But the story knows her name. At first, it predicts small things. Then it begins describing what Anaya is doing while she's reading it. And when she discovers that her supposedly dead mother was once the story's first reader, Anaya realizes something terrifying: She has read this story before. Seven years ago. And someone-or something-has been waiting for her to finish it. The only question is... what happens when she reaches the final chapter?

Every Tuesday at exactly 4:17 a.m., Lyra wakes up. She has for thirteen years. She has always believed it was nothing more than a strange habit left behind by the childhood accident she barely remembers. In Sector 7, strange things are easier to ignore. The CHSA keeps everyone safe, the Bloom is contained, and the flooded cities of the old world are nothing more than history. Until people start disappearing. A missing resident leaves behind a warning Lyra was never meant to find. Then she begins noticing things she can't explain. A strange symbol appearing where it shouldn't. Water turning up in places that should be dry. And a word she has never heard before. Lullaby. The more Lyra searches for answers, the more she begins to question everything she's been taught about the world beyond Sector 7-and the city that was lost beneath the water. The CHSA has been hiding something. The people who disappeared may not be gone. And whatever is waiting beneath the water may know more about Lyra than she knows about herself. Because some things are buried for a reason. And some things in the water are still waiting.

Short Horror Anthology Stories Ideas are purely by me. Please read Disclaimer first! DO NOT COPY. © Hoeshite

50 Creepy Horror Stories That Should Never Be Read Alone What if the voice calling your name at midnight isn't coming from outside? What if the stranger in your photograph wasn't supposed to be there? What if the empty room in your house isn't really empty? THEY'RE STILL WATCHING is a collection of 50 short horror stories filled with haunted houses, mysterious strangers, cursed photographs, forgotten rooms, strange phone calls, impossible reflections, and things that were never meant to be found. Some stories begin with something small-a knock at the door, a voice in the darkness, a shadow in the corner. But by the time you reach the final line, you may realize that the real horror was hiding there all along. Read one story. Then another. But be careful... Some stories don't end when you stop reading. Turn off the lights. Put your phone down. And whatever you hear behind you... Don't turn around.

Even the shortest stories can give you goosebumps. It's crazy how just two simple sentences can send chills down your spine.

Seven friends . One last summer trip. One forgotten place hidden deep in the forest. What begins as a carefree vacation soon turns into something none of them can explain. Strange events, old secrets, and a darkness that should have remained buried slowly emerge from the woods. Some places are never truly abandoned. And some things should never be found again.

Compilations of True to Life Horror Stories, personally experienced by people I know. I won't lie, believe it or not, but these stories are very much real and accounts for real life experiences. I'm not a good writer and I'm not making a novel fiction, so I'll write these stories briefly and accurate as possible.

The title says it all.