Disneyland Scary Stories Novels & Stories

, he insisted, his sigh was so deep as he walked, he was still holding my hand, he couldn't let go It's as if I'm regretting that we didn't continue on that ride, he was so happy to go there and in the end I just refused, it's as if I also refused our agreement, can I just endure and stop eating? I've already eaten at home, but I got hungry during our trip because of the long ride I fooled him Horror House is more frightening than that chuchu swing ride, the cults are still scary now I wish there was none here "Don't be afraid of it, what you see inside isn't true so just chill", he said smiling and tightened his grip on my hand, maybe he's bragging again? HAHAHA

she said. Mommy read me my favorite story, “The Cinderella Luna,” and she kissed me goodnight. I felt so lucky to have her as my mommy! I couldn’t stop thinking about the scary man, I needed to know why he watched me all the time. Did he want to drink my blood? Did he want to make me like him? No! No, my parents would never let that happen. He was often in the big office across the hall, but my parents would keep the doors closed so I wouldn’t have to see him. For some reason I felt like I needed to talk to him, I needed to see if he was really as scary as my mind was telling me.

“Do you think it’s haunted?” My breath sticks in my chest at her words. Before I can say anything, Jack laughs. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it isn’t haunted.” “Some people think it is,” I counter. “There have always been stories about this place, about the swamp.” The woman pauses as an uneasy shadow flickers across her delicate features. “What kind of stories?” she presses. Jack once again cuts me off. “Who gives a shit?” he chuckles. “Ghosts, witches, werewolves–that’s all kid stuff. The only thing we should be afraid of is the IRS.”

They watched the couple from afar for their reactions. “Waaaaaaa!” Hoonie screamed. He was so shocked and then he stood up from the bench. He was really scared. He thought there were some bad spirits or ghosts around. Sheena looked at him and worried. She stood up and checked if he was okay. “Are you okay, Hoonie?” Sheena asked and worried about him. Hoonie was so pale. But he acted cool and pretended that he was not scared at all. He cleared his throat and looked away from Sheena. “Um, yeah, Sheena. I am okay.” Hoonie lied. ‘What was that? Why did these balloons suddenly pop out? I think this amusement park is haunted.’ Hoonie thought and assumed.

She affected everyone that way, and with the children she had endless patience. Disney World stayed open all night several times a year. Cecily took me and Treson. She went on every ride with us. Of course, we had to sit through a few that made us nauseous because they were so damned tame. Overall, it was worth it, and I brought back a pair of Mickey Mouse ears for Talya.

I collected the can of energy drink from him and sat on the bench close to us. He chuckled, shook his head, and came to join me. "Did you enjoy the rides?" He asked, glancing at my face. I gulped the drink at a go, still trying to make my breath balance. I had played with all my energy, forgetting I was now an adult. "Yeah! It's so much fun," I revealed, smiling. "Do you want to do something else?" He asked. I scrutinized the amusement park with my eyes and they fell on the inscription "Ghost House" . I have seen it in movies and I knew how scary it was but my curiosity won over me.

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.

"The one with the dragon coaster that goes really high!" Luna Park. We went there once, months ago, when things were still normal. When the biggest worry in Liam's life was whether he was tall enough for the kiddie coaster. "I don't know, baby. Maybe we should stay close to home today—" "Please, Mommy? I've been really good. I haven't cried about the scary dreams in two whole days." The scary dreams. About Adrian. About men in suits taking him away. About me disappearing and never coming back.

Scar says without hesitation, “The little girl that I visit all the time? She’s a friend’s daughter—” “I know her,” Silco answers swiftly with a gentle tone, not rude, but also giving out a dominant aura, “Where are you? How did she go missing?” “We were at the Six Flags,” Scar takes another deep breath to swallow back the crying tone, “She was on the carousel and the next second she was just gone—” I didn’t even take my eyes off her, but Scar dares not say. She ends there, or she would have burst into tears.

He gags. I gag with him when I imagine the scene. Both of us making puking faces outside the beautiful flower conservatory, we must look like a pair. "That is the most disgusting story I've ever heard in my entire life." I laugh and gag again picturing the event Hudson described and what his reaction would be. I'd die from horror. "Scout's honor, it's every bit the truth and ever since then I haven't been able to look at an animal without wondering what it just finished eating. It's only been a few days. The horror is fresh in my mind. There are still nightmares."