Boogeyman Scary Novels & Stories

- Bobby while Papa is telling us what happen, JM still shaking in fear "Papa im scared!"- JM my brother is already crying so do I also but I'm not that crying hard like him "After I got outside, I've found those monsters chasing people and eating them alive, I try to help someone but the eaten person becomes one of them also!"- Bobby as Papa's telling us the story his face is so afraid and his eyes are in disarray, it was like he saw a glimpse from hell Papa hugs us deeply I can feel his trembling body, so I hug papa and little brother also

The further I go, the quieter it gets in here. There is only one old woman. He took some things and put them in the cart. Then just leave. The woman's departure left me in this hallway alone. Being in this hallway with spooky dolls staring at you, it's very scary. It's as if they're spying on you. See everything you do. Terrifying.

I jump half out of my pants when I turn from the door and see Boot standing in my room partially hidden in the shadows. "What are you doing here?" From his expression it's something bad. "My son is missing. He talks about killing hellhounds all the time. His plastic knife is missing along with his bicycle." Fear seizes me. Hellhounds are the creatures of my nightmares, and the terror I feel at even the thought of being near them almost takes me to my knees. "He would go out alone to find them?"

While Hayden seemed to enjoy looking around, I spent the time to mentally prepare myself for when the ghost would come out and scare us. “See? It’s not as scary as you think. These things are made for kids...” Hayden said, sounding bored. “I’m just scared that something will pop out and…AHHHHH!” I said before screaming loudly in shock. I think I saw a bloody ghost or something jump out at us and I just screamed at the top of my lungs and started hugging and hiding behind Hayden. Why am I here? I can’t wait to get out of here! “Nooooo! Let’s get out of here! Out of here!” I continued screaming.

Saber Twelve swallowed and nodded involuntarily. "F*ck, what on earth did you do? How could you be targeted by this guy? Look at his head. Damn it, that's a dozen football fields assembled. How... do you play with it?" Manfred couldn't help swallowing. The guy in front of him was really terrifying. Even Samuel himself was sweating profusely, let alone these guys who were trembling with fear. Although True Gods were fierce, they were not as scary as this huge monster. After all, the True God had a strong Internal Breath. This guy's appearance alone could scare people to death.

For precaution, rather than chasing after them, trying to uncover their hideouts, or waiting for another sneak attack, I huff calmly and remain in my spot. Aunt said Boggarts were like eerie blobs without a fixed shape who could shape-shift into physical representations of their target’s worst nightmare. So I need to clear my head of any scary memory. Sounds a little tricky but not challenging for me...if only I wasn’t on the verge of losing my temper from that terrible one they pulled on me. I’m far in contradiction to that abstract calmness right now. “You ugly midgets! Get your fiendish asses out here!” Right. Nice one, Elizabeth. Just the perfect provocation they need to unmask their hid

Groans and maniacal laughter came from every direction, twisting my insides with terror. I spun, my heart pounding in my chest, ready for whatever was about to emerge. But to my shock, there was no one behind me. I turned back and then, through the fog, I saw it. A figure—no, a shadow—emerged from the mist, tall and formless, a mockery of a human shape. Its eyes glowed with a sickly light, the features shifting, like a nightmare made flesh. With an otherworldly quickness, it closed the distance between us. “Boo!” The figure grinned, its voice oozing with malicious delight.

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

The second it hit the ground, they scurried off. “This is insane,” I muttered, fighting the urge to break down. But I needed to keep going. I moved deeper, encountering more horrors. Abogeyman lurked in the shadows, a grotesque creature rose from a swamp, with algae clinging to its slimy scales. It didn’t speak, only watched. Things grew worse: twisted living dolls hung from branches. Their heads snapped back, and dry blood stained the soil below. The trees seemed to shift closer, branches cracking around me as if mocking my fear.

Boo was already wearing his pajamas and he looked fresh from the bath, but still with red puffy eyes. "Stop that!" I threw a pillow at him. "Well, you believe in the possibility of a zombie apocalypse, so it won't shock me if it crossed your mind that I'm some kind of psycho or a serial killer. I'm right, aren't I?" Boo walked closer to me and I instinctively stepped back. "No. I was just uhm I was just thinking about work back home." I took another step, not taking my eyes off him, but felt the wall behind me, I could feel my heart pounding.