I love horror stories, but I can't help but notice that some writers tend to overuse/misuse the mandatory "horror" words and phrases. This isn't an attempt to make a mockery out of them—if anything, I, too, am guilty of this particular writing sin as well.
I had fun writing this.
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It was a terrifying, horrifying, horrific stormy night, and the winds howled terrifyingly, horrifyingly, horrifically. In front of me was a terrifying, horrifying, horrific house that was terrifyingly, horrifyingly, horrifically haunted house. The whole structure and the stench of terrifying, horrifying, horrific death gave me goosebumps. Someone from the inside screamed at me with its guttural scream, and it was terrifying, horrifying, and horrific. It also gave me goosebumps, because I'm terrified and horrified.
Its guttural scream pierced through my body, giving me goosebumps. I was frozen with fear and pure horror, because everything was terrifying, horrifying, and horrific. Fear took over my body, giving me goosebumps. [insert something about how terrifying, horrifying, and horrific it felt.]
The grotesque ghost bathed in its own blood, and it gave me goosebumps. Its guttural scream I could hear in all direction, giving me... guess what? Goosebumps. Paralyzed, frozen in fear, utterly terrified, utterly horrified of this grotesque ghost with its guttural scream, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Because everyone does that when they're terrified and horrified.
This entire horror was nightmarish, and I couldn't do anything but have goosebumps because of the ghost's... guttural scream. I knew I was going to die a terrifying, horrifying, and horrific death if I stayed, but I couldn't move; I was frozen in fear, and don't forget about the goosebumps.
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