Best Scary Story Novels & Stories

Or if the weather was on the colder side, we’d sit deep within the woods hurtled around a warm campfire, marshmallows burning and scary stories flowing allowed tears to well in my eyes. Back then some story of a monster hiding in a cabin ready to eat people was the most frightening thing I had heard, but I was unaware of the real nightmare I would be faced with, I didn’t have a monster in a cabin hunting me, but a real life monster who was sat around that once happy campfire.

“Come on, Evelyn, let’s get you some dry clothes – I’m sure I can find something of Amelia’s that will fit.” “Are we going in?” Alvin and Ian wander back over to us, damp but fresh. Alvin rubs his eyes. “I am sleepy.” “Yes, boys, come on,” Victor says, ushering us all inside. “Warm dry clothes for everyone, and bedtime for boys. And for your punishment…I will tell you a VERY scary story.” He bares his teeth, kidding. “Noooo” whines Alvin, “we want Mama to tell the story, she always tells it best.”

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

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

Laura I'm not easily agitated. Scary movies never made me jump back in high school. My friends never managed to startle me. I can't even remember being afraid of the dark, and I wasn't the slightest unnerved by tales of monsters and ghosts. But I'm terrified now. My pulse is drumming against my neck, and I shake as I lift my chin to face the most enormous creature I've ever seen. The legends said the Lycans were giants, but really?

And here I was, the unluckiest person alive. I just sat there, frozen stiff. Not because I wanted to, not because some invisible thing was holding me, but because my legs, these two things that carried me for nineteen years, just wouldn’t move anymore. They were stuck to the dusty floorboards, heavy and lifeless. My mind, though, was spinning like crazy with all sorts of scary thoughts. Alpha. Wolves. Real wolves. The kind with fur and sharp teeth and that hungry look of something that hunts. Not from fairy tales, those comfy bedtime stories where heroes always win. Not from Halloween movies, where the scares are fake and the monsters are always just some guy in a rubber mask. No, these were

"Are you scared, baby?" You are not, everything will be fine - the voice of man makes me afraid. Come here, beautiful, I won't hurt you. I know you are there. I had hidden in the small closet of my house, there I felt safe. "Are you here?" He stood in front of me. I know you're there, ”he purred. The door was ajar, since I didn't like closed places. But since you are a very disobedient girl you will stay there all night, alone, in the dark. The man closed the door and everything went dark, I panicked and screamed, scared to death, feeling that he suffocated me and could not breathe. "Take me out, please!" Bad! Deb! Madison! Help me! But nobody arrived. "Please help me!" Help! Get me out of

A meaningful smile sprouted on his mouth as if he had succeeded in his plan, trapping the students in the net of his storytelling skill. "None." He snickered, "well, that's shocking. How come none of you knows about her? Well, everyone knows about her in the highlands of Scotland. Everyone's scared of the name, Baobhan." His voice grimed as he proceeded further. "Mothers are terrified of their crying child when they don't sleep at night. Sleep kid, Baobhan will come and take you away to her favorite spot amidst the darkest wood and will suck on your blood. They would say." The crowd gasped in collaboration, everyone seemed to be impressed by the story, and fully hooked, as their faces sugges

He then began to tell a story that Hana thought absolutely doesn't make sense. *** "Don't come out at sunset if you don't want to be kidnapped by a witch." Long ago, when her grandfather was still alive, he used to scare Hana with that sentence every time Hana come home late because she was too busy playing. The sentence that when she was more mature she considered a delusion but surprisingly actually did exist. The witch that Hana considers a fairy tale turns out to be a real creature roaming around her. Even with other creatures such as vampires and werewolves.

He utter with a frightening face. "You should learn how to control your eating habits in terms of like this. Aurora added noticing how hungry he was that his stomach began to rumbling. "Who's ready for a scary folktales? Scarlett ask as everyone raise up their hands. "Okay... Okay... Okay! Not so fast, so here it goes. "I will be starting with the tales of a " four friends" once upon a time, there was this four friends who school in a boarding school. The first friend where so obsessed in finding out something he saw at the school earlier so he woke his four friends up as they follow him to the place. Out of curiosity, he touch the status which he was so obsessed and suspicious at because th