Novel & Cerita Adult Scary Stories

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

Not presents. Shaking, I went back to my room and opened my laptop. The NoSleep subreddit was always active late at night, a place for people all over the world to share their terrifying experiences. I started typing. Title: My 5-year-old sister saw "Santa," but her description is terrifying. Help.

I eagerly straightened my back and waved my hands in the air, “No, please don’t worry. I will never tell anyone” Dacre chuckled, “Even if you do tell anybody, I doubt they would believe you.” I sighed. Part of it was true. Demons and monsters were what we used to listen to as stories that would put pups to sleep, not make grown up men and women cower in fear. They were just a folktale that nobody believed in but were told to the kids to make them behave. “So the demons are real. The stories are real…” I muttered to myself. Dacre looked troubled but he said something that made me think,

The few bears that still roamed the mountains were all hibernating comfortably in their dens. It could have been worse, Nicky and Teri knew—they could have been forced to share a tent with their eight-year-old brothers instead of with each other. But thankfully, the boys were in tents with their dads. The six of them had spent the last couple hours sitting around a blazing campfire, taking turns telling scary stories. Most of the stories were pretty lame, but Teri’s father raised some goose bumps with a tale of a crazed psychopath who preyed on campers, dragging them from their tents back to a cave where he slowly ate them alive. By the time he was done, the youngsters found themselves peeki

"My name is Lara, Doctor" "Beautiful name, Lara....so what can I do for you today?" "Well....i...i keep having these strange dreams and....i have a feeling that somebody's watching me with bad intent!....my boyfriend thinks I'm crazy....i don't know what to do anymore Doctor, i can't sleep anymore....i...i need help, I NEED YOU!" ****************************** The moment those words left my lips a creepy but sexy smile came on his face and the next words he said sent shivers down my spine and my heart rate through the roof.....

A mouth full of teeth capable of rending a wolf i n two. A wendigo. These stories were to be legends. Tales to frighten puppies. However, this time it was very, very real. And it was looking straight at me.

Walking with Angelo seemed normal to them. Last Sunday, we watched a horror movie inside their house. I was so scared of the killer clowns in the movies, but he wasn’t even flinching while watching. He said those fictional creatures weren’t scary at all. What he was scared of was how dangerous some of the wolf packs are.

with fake stern faces, then crack up again. They were comfortable, always joking, never serious. Until the night he knocked at 11:47 p.m. holding a small box of birthday cake. Amara opened the door in her oversized t-shirt and shorts, hair in a messy bun. “David? It’s almost midnight.” He grinned, sheepish. “It’s my birthday, theres no one else to share cake with, thought my favorite troublemaker might want some.” She laughed, stepping aside. “Favorite troublemaker? Since when?”

If a werewolf had killed or tasted blood, his eyes would turn red and the more blood he tasted, it was likely that his eyes would become brighter. That meant the creature behind me had probably consumed a fountain of it. “Where do you think you're going?” It finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a lonely, yet dep tune played by a lost soul wandering the woods at midnight when children and even adults were asked to not come out. A horror story told to children and most adults to scare them off their nightly adventure. “I said come back here”. I yelled at myself, pushing me out of my imagination. Along with its utterance, came a fast lounge at me. It nearly grabbed me by the collar but I was f

I whispered in her ear, rolling her nipple between my fingers. She whimpered and pushed me back, returning the torture by grabbing my cock and stroking it fast then slow, alternating speeds to keep me at the edge. Just then, "So.. I'm back and–", the coordinator gasped, the decoration swatches dropping to the floor. "I'm going to call security!", he shrieked his eyes widening in horror as he swept over us.