Christmas Scary Stories Novels & Stories

They entered the house one by one through the window. It was pitch black inside. They turned on their flashlights and lighted up the living room which was full of dust and old things. The atmosphere of the house was very spooky, and only their steps broke the silence inside. Luna felt increasingly pressured and she began to feel something unexplained. "I feel like there are a lot of eyes watching us," she said quietly. Max just laughed, "Stop being so dreamy, Luna. Are you pretending to be a Nancy Drew?" Luna snorted in annoyance at Max.

… [all men do is lie] … I nod, deciding to trust him. We sit in the silence for about a minute. I simply can’t process any of this. The world, as I know it, will never be the same after his explanation. The scariest part is that it is all true. As a child, I have been told stories about the supernatural. We would gather around a camp fire, and a teacher would tell us scary stories with monsters as main villains. Now, here I am, fast-forward to a couple of years later, I’m sitting alone with the man who created all my nightmares.

It coiled my nerves and spine, weighing in the air like something tangible. I remembered Mom telling me stories when I was younger. Some were just simple bedtime stories to help me sleep, but others were scary ghost stories goaded on by Leo. Wanting to be brave like my older brother, I begged for them too. She was a silver-tongued narrator. Whether it was Goldilocks and the Three Bears or an old Italian ghost story, Mom painted pictures so vividly it was as if she’d experienced them firsthand. And I knew what she was about to tell me was a firsthand experience, and she was going to weave an image that would likely keep me up at night wondering if Mattia was going to appear standing over my b

They would rather be scared together "Sham?" He said after hearing the sound again and that scared him even more.He thought of all the scary animals he had heard of,the witches the ghost.Poor kid even wet himself.He continues navigating his way through the forest until a hand whipped him off the ground and a piece of cloth covered his mouth.Whispers of a number of men were the last thing he heard before the darkness embrassed him ****** Shamma had never been as scared as she was that night.Even she had wandered off and was realising how lost she was

I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging. That's what led me to this stupid idea on Christmas Eve. I was alone in my cramped apartment, the snow outside building up against the windows like a white prison wall. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out this ancient book I'd snagged from a shady thrift store downtown. It was all about old Alpine myths, and tucked away in the yellowed pages was a ritual for summoning Krampus… not the watered-down version from holiday movies, but the genuine article, the horned devil who dragged the wicked straight to hell for their sins.

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

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

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

Which made them more interested with the story. "Dad, what is Mr. Higgins talking about? What happened thirty years ago?" Nancy asked her father. They were also having dinner. "Nothing, sweetheart. It's okay." Her dad responded. "What the hell is that freak talking about?" Xavier asked his mother. "Don't mind him. Just keep eating. "Mom, do you know anything about what Mr. Higgins said?" Sara asked her mother. "I've read that story when we did some papers before graduation. You were in high school that time, right?"

Even with the sun warm on her back, she shivered. There was no choice but to step into that forbidding place. She knew it, and yet she couldn’t quite bring her feet to move- her sturdy leather boots stayed planted on the pale, spring-green grass like she’d grown roots. It had been a hard winter. She’d gotten skinny during the frozen months, and if she wanted to keep herself in coin and bread, she had to bring in game. She needed space to know the extent of her powers space too away from the goblins and wolves. This black, dark forest was the last place they might be. People avoided it on principle; there were tales of beasts, here. Demons as big as horses and strange, twisted deer-gods with