Dobby Scared Novels & Stories

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

said Cynthia . " No ...you guys don't understand ...it's horrible ." exclaimed Jackson which was almost an cry . What's it ? Why are you scared of using the ouija borad ." asked Cynthia . " It's nothing ." stuttered Jackson . " Are you telling the truth or should i compel it out of you ." snapped Damon . " Ok fine if you guys wanna hear i'll tell you but don't blame me if you won't be able to go to pee alone at midnight ." said Jackson .

I took a couple seconds to try to compose myself before facing him. “I’m sorry.” Doe’s voice whimpered shakily, as if she was the guilty one. My eyes shot open wide as soon as she spoke. What was she doing? “It won’t happen again I-I promise. Please... I’m sorry.” She pleaded. I turned my head enough to see what was going on. Doe’s back was facing me as she held a terrified submissive stance. She had even somehow made her body tremble with fear. The vampire bent down to her level with a smirk.

She had that feeling that something was off, meaning something was wrong somewhere. "Mum, dad, are you sure Draco got scared by something minor? What if he saw something really terrifying that isn't ordinary?" She asked. Derek and Diana turned to look at her at the same time. "Something that isn't ordinary? What are you saying?" Diana asked. "I'm saying there is more to this than what we're actually thinking. Draco is brave and doesn't get terrified easily. He isn't even scared of a snack. What's worse that would scare him until he passed out?" She asked but Derek and Diana were not ready to listen to her.

All I can make out is complete, thick red all over me, and I can behold the organs of all the witches and wizards standing in front of me. "Oh great, something is about to get freakish right now." Damon's POV The fear that is rocking through my senses is severe as I grip tightly against the jaw of the angry-looking dog in front of me. I twist its neck, rendering it completely lifeless before tossing it aside. Then I turn my head to behold Serena far away, being surrounded by the cloaked figures, stretching their hands toward her as if about to cast a spell on her that she might not be able to overpower.

Debby’s voice tore the air, raw with panic, like her world was falling apart. I ran to his door, heart slamming. Debby was there, pounding the wood, face pale, eyes wild with fear—not of me, but of losing her kid. It shook me, seeing that fierce, mother’s terror. I shoved the door open. Jerry lay in a mess of mirror shards, shaking, eyes flickering red like dying coals. His claws scratched the floor, growls rumbling low. My wolf flinched, a chill running through me. Why was I scared of my own son? His power, that raw strength, wasn’t normal for a kid his age.

Debora's friend, at that time, when she thought a lot since she should, has something she needs to know One night at half past ten, I heard a knock on the door it was Debora, she was screaming when she called, she said their names. Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm scared. Fear of what? - She questioned.

The error tone sounded almost like mockery. I clenched my fists, feeling frustration and fear twist together in my chest. Everything had worked perfectly when I registered my fingerprints in the admin department. Why did it fail the moment I reached the clock-in machine? Was I really about to relive the same nightmare as my last life? While I stood there frozen, several coworkers glanced over. A few even stepped forward kindly, asking if I needed help. As I watched them gather, an idea formed in my mind. I apologized timidly. "I am the new hire, Emma Lane. I'm sorry to bother you, but the fingerprint scanner just won't recognize me."

His voice gives me chills. “He’s not going to say a word.” “How do you know?” “Because he doesn’t have any teeth to say it with,” he deadpans dryly. I twist my head to look at him in shock, but his facial expression is still relaxed as he stares at the road ahead of us. “I scare people, Dolly. And when people are scared, they lay low. Don’t worry about Shawn.” This brings me to my next question, though to a slightly different subject.

He’s younger than us but far more obedient. “We won’t get caught, though, right?” Maisie's little voice breaks in. Little Miss Scared of Everything. I'm amazed we even managed to convince her to come. Her voice trembles, fingers fidgeting as she warily keeps looking behind us as if we might have followers.