Extremely Scary Short Stories Novels & Stories

He decided to wait for them till they returned. Cold breeze danced about in the car making goosebumps fill his body, he began to shiver in fear and his breathing was unusually fast. He felt a hand touch his back, his eyes widened and he froze then he turned around to see who touched him but he saw no One. He was nervous, he knew the car wasn't safe anymore, he knew he had to step out of the car. He was still contemplating whether to leave now or not when the car opened and a ghost appeared at him then disappeared almost immediately. He screamed, the sight was too terrifying to see, the ghost then stretched it's skeleton hands forward to get him but it's hands didn't reach him. Mr Wellspring

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

" I informed them even though I was extremely scared for my life. I have heard stories of how Vampires brutally kill werewolves on the night of the Red Moon. And being in their territory or hideout was frightening. "Master will see you soon," the tall one muttered in a deep, scary voice. Before they ambled out of the door, Suddenly, the brown wooden door of the dark room opened. And a skinny tall vampire stepped in. The entire room became darker than it previously was. And my whole body became cold, as if the temperature had dropped. The vampire was radiating power and darkness that caused my wolf to whimper and cower away in fear. I previously thought the one who left was scary, but this ma

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

A mad laughter that echoed in every corner. Megha screamed. The upside-down man detached himself from the wall— Dropped to the floor. No sound of breaking bones. He rose slowly. Neck twisted sideways. Fingers long. Unnaturally long. Not human. He moved toward us. We pulled at the door. The lock wasn’t outside. It was inside. Placed by something unseen. Scratches deepened. As if hundreds of hands were clawing the walls. He came closer. Fingers trembling in the air, reaching for our faces—

I nodded and did as he said.“Show me.”I opened my mouth and revealed my tongue to him when another spit landed on it.“Hold it in your mouth, and don’t swallow until I tell you.”I nodded, too scared to say something so I didn’t lose his spit.His mouth went to the other nipple, and his fingers and tongue started playing with it.He took his time teasing me, moving from one breast to the other, or to both simultaneously, until I thought I was going to come just from the nipple stimulation alone.“Don’t you dare come, doll,” he said as if reading my mind, and pulled back slightly. “I can feel how desperate are your legs to close, how needy is that cunt to have something relieve it.”“Please,” I beg

It's a city of contradictions: glittering beauty masking a deep, festering decay. But even after all this time, I loved spending my time on the oceanfront,by myself at night looking up at the colorful skylights and three moons. I laid on a huge rock ,my hands behind my head,a headset on and my big blue eyes closed,enjoying the serenity of the beach . I slowly slipped into a deep sleep.. A dark form hovered over me, my eyes shot open widened with fear but I couldn’t move..I tried severally It was all dark and I shivered from fear, my mind racing but my body unable to react,just then a wet ,slimy and fleshy hand gently touched my face.

A beat of silence. Then---- The blanket slid slightly down his chest. Not torn. Not yanked. Just… pulled back. Slow. Intentional. Nathan froze. "Okay," he whispered into the dark. "You wanna haunt someone, fine. Just don't touch my food." Another pause. The fridge door creaked open in the kitchen. His eyes shot open. "…oh you've gotta be kidding me." Nathan didn't scream. Didn't run. Didn't even flinch.

I watched in helpless horror as they tore at him, his silent screams a torment I could feel in the depths of my soul. The ground beneath Ryder seemed to crumble, his broken body sinking into the dead earth, disappearing into the abyss. A raw, guttural cry tore from my throat, a sound of pure anguish and despair. The chilling echo of Jaxon’s scream returned, closer now, laced with a desperate plea that shattered the oppressive silence. I spun around, desperately searching for him, my heart pounding with a frantic terror. And then I saw it – a flash of dark fur disappearing into the shadows, pursued by a hulking, monstrous figure with glowing red eyes and razor-sharp claws. The image was fleet

The creeping sense of being watched settled over me once more, making my skin crawl. My heart skipped a beat and I slowly turned to face the source. Suddenly, a shadowy figure materialized, and I let out a blood-curdling scream, leaping off my bed in terror. But in the blink of an eye, the shadow vanished, leaving me breathless and bewildered.