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“What could be so terrifying that it… killed them in their sleep?” Margaret shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. Anton didn’t respond immediately. His jaw tensed, his gaze darkening as if recalling something he’d rather forget. “They were all afraid of different things,” he finally murmured. “One of them said they kept seeing a woman with hollow eyes standing at the foot of their bed, whispering their name.” “Another swore they were being dragged under the floorboards every time they closed their eyes. Some said they felt hands around their throat, tightening, squeezing, until they couldn’t breathe,” he added.

SERENA’S POV The morning sun spilled through the curtains, painting streaks of gold across the stone walls, yet the warmth could not chase away the chill that lingered in my bones. I jolted awake, my heart racing like a wild animal trapped in my chest. Fragments of last night's vision clawed at me like restless shadows, refusing to let me shake off the feeling of unease. I lay there, frozen, as the images replayed in my mind like a macabre dance.The witch’s laugh, shrill and echoing, the sight of a blood moon, and her whisper promising, “Your blood will unbind me.”

I’m sure everyone knows somethings going on between us but I’m starting not to care. “It’s time to tell ghost stories!!” Becca announces. Anybody got a good one? Everyone looks around but no one volunteers. “Oh shit! What about that night we watched the Gremlins.” Michael says I know exactly what he’s talking about. One of the scariest nights of our lives. “Oh man that was scary tell it Becca!” Christopher yells and everyone’s intrigued. “Rosalie tells it best she remembers the details better because she’s older.” Becca says

And danger attracts me towards itself like a magnet. The nightmares had stopped for a while this week but then I saw one, again, this morning. This one was different from others. Among all the nightmares regarding this particular "Rude Malhotra" faced monster, this one was the only where where HE did anything else except scaring me, glaring me and smirking at me. "He may be a theif! Because whenever he is in close proximity to me, he steals all my oxygen leaving me breathless, gasping for air."

In here my love is beside me and I am so turn on but I can not do anything 🙄. ROYA POV 🕸️ ☢️ 🕸️ ☢️ AT mid night I hear some noise. Crying. Who is crying at the middle of night?first I thought maybe I am hearing wrong but I hear some loud sob too. I became scared, it is remindikg me about horror movies. In every horror movie, the heroin heard crying sound and the heroin went out from bed the find out and ghos. They fall for the ghost trap. Why on the first place she went out? I am not doing the same mistakes. I will never going out from bed not even stepping out of it. Okey, I am a scary cat.

He prescribed her with a few vitamins and advised Amara to take complete rest for the next few days. Lima slept with Amara the complete night. The next day when she got up Amara looked around her room haunted. "Grandma, there was a man playing guitar under a distant tree." She pointed to the window from where they can have a beautiful view of the entire garden of the estate. "Before I could leap my eyes, he was right before me giving out his devilish laughter. He was completely smeared with a white paint but his face was covered with hair. The description brought goosebumps on Lima's skin but she did not want to ventilate her frightened conclusions before her granddaughter. "That must be yo

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

Everything’s fine now. Right. Everything was fine, but that didn’t stop the nightmares that came over the next few days. Each one is the same. A terrifying beast with glowing red eyes beckoned me and begged me to come to it. Each time it would happen, I would wake up in a cold sweat with my heart racing until I realized I was safe in my bed. Because they were so unnerving, I couldn’t bring myself to go back to sleep, and by the time the day of Bernard’s Midnight Ball came, I felt like death.

I hear squeaks and squelches and something akin to farts. Dierdre giggles after some time and turns to me, “It seems that the Bodkins think you are a king of some sort. Perhaps this journey will be far more entertaining. They might even put on a show if we remain in their land for long. They will be able to illuminate themselves and while they perform the Night Mares will keep their distance.” “Nightmares?” I ask. “Night Mares. They are black horses with sharp teeth and the ability to trap you in nightmares, or trap your soul and whisk it away. I have seen them and they can not trap me, but the stuff I see haunts my sleep for weeks after,” Deirdre replies.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.