Extremely Scary Short Stories Novels & Stories

You are" We argued till we started laughing hard. Our laughter seized when the ground suddenly started shaking. The trees were shaking vigorously and different scary sounds coming from different angles. Everywhere suddenly went pitch dark. We screamed loud in complete fear holding tight to each other. The ground shook more vigorously and we raised up our heads in fright to see a large wolf,the one i had imagined i saw the other day. It hadn't been imagination. It had been real! It was approaching us looking more scary with it's big blue eyes. We screamed in fear and i saw Fleur already collapse beside me. I shook in fear, knowing i can also go unconscious any minute from now and then this wo

CHAPTER 54 (Warning: Contains Triggering and Sensitive scenes) TAHIRA'S POV I was too dazed and shocked to turn back to the creature that was growling behind me. In all my existence, I never thought I would bear such a dangerous and angry growl which sent my whole body frozen and brought bumps from my skin. I could even scent my fear on the air It was so obvious that it was huge and it was really obvious that I would get killed if I didn't get the hell out of there.

My other sisters are being dragged out by the remaining men. “Just go! They won’t hurt you. I’ll be okay by morning,” I call out to my sisters, trying to assure them. When I’m truly terrified of being alone down here. But I’d rather be alone in my misery- I brought this upon myself. I hear the dungeon door close, and my sisters’ cries and yells become more distant. However, there is a new set of footsteps making their way down toward the cells. Suddenly, my body begins buzzing with sparks and tingles even more. My nose becomes filled with the most mouth-watering scent of apple cider, cinnamon, and freshly burnt wood. I turn on my side and am met with the intense gaze of dark brown eyes.

Only goodness knew if she wasn't dead already. So many scary stories of complete horror I had read, but today I had to clear my mind of these scary thoughts if I wanted to leave from here alive. I didn't even know the way out of that place. Rough imagination scattered in my head as I tried to get off every thoughts. Suddenly the air of the room became very musty, that it was so difficult to breathe. The room suddenly felt, odd and otherworldly. An acrid odour hund off everywhere. It was a teeth gritting experience, I didn't expect to come meet something like this. I stood still not knowing where to go or how to move. I bit my tongue with nervousness and the metallic taste of blood filled my

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

Even when I told her about David and the hotel room and the way he'd smiled at me afterward like nothing had happened. She had simply asked: What did you learn about what you'll accept? I learned that I'd rather set my hair on fire than let another man make me feel small. Now her son was walking ahead of me down the hall with his back exposed, every muscle visible under that damp skin, and my thong was already soaked through because apparently my pussy had different standards than my brain. My therapist's voice was somewhere in my head saying Maren, we should explore why you're attracted to situations that feel dangerous.

My hands move faster, pulling down his zipper and dragging the pants and briefs down. My eyes widen, my lips fall open at the horror before me. I didn’t move my head fast enough as it sprang upright, hitting my cheek and stretching upward to the monster behind him. My eyes follow the length and I meet Raphael’s wink and I swallow, realizing that my mouth is dry. I return my gaze to the horror itself. Fucking huge. It’s as huge as the size of my arm, with thick veins stretching around its pale skin, pulsing angrily like it’s going to explode.

The clatter of a dish being set down made me want to jump out of my skin, my heart leaping in my chest. Peters was ogling at me. I quickly looked away, hoping no one at the table would notice the fear creeping into my eyes. I was trapped in the room, or felt trapped. Unable to leave, yet my mind screamed for escape, for the safety of silence and solitude, where the weight of this invisible terror might finally lift. Terror of Peters doing something terrible. Something terrific like bringing out the pistol from wherever he was hiding it, aiming closely at Michael, and sending him to the heavens for sleeping with his legally married wife.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

Ginger's P.O.V. I'm trying to prepare myself for the worst. The man lying on the air mattress is my mate. I'm positive because I felt the mate sparks when I touched him, and I picked up his scent as soon as we walked into the house. I haven't told anyone because I'm scared he's not going to make it.