Fnaf Fanart Scary Novels & Stories

I forced a smile, showing I wasn't scared, even though my insides were horrified. Its face softened slightly, and it began to calm down. I was about to reach out when it suddenly let out an animalistic growl, showing its colossal teeth, and everything went dark.

She leans in close and sniffs me, her long tangled grey hair tickling my nose. Hearing a demented laugh explode from her, I inwardly cringe while she raises her head and peers at me with the scariest eyes I have ever seen. When they look at me, it's as if I am peering into a deep red abyss, so terrifying that I could only ever imagine it in my worst of nightmares. Her face is grotesque and when she laughs again, I see two teeth. Those two teeth though, look razor sharp like fangs.

Well, I hope that won’t happen. But honestly, it’s really scary that someone sends you texts telling you about what’s happening to you. Who wouldn’t be scared if a picture of me sleeping and going to the bathroom to take a bath was sent? He’s a total creep. Caleb said, that's too much for him to be a fan of me. Maybe next time I will really be kidnapped. Instead of helping me calm down and relax, he gave me a reason to overthink. I just hope that my stay here will be fine.

I pressed my hand on my forehead and sobbed out as much as I can. I am sorry Loveth. I am so sorry. Arnold please! Just wake up for your family. I promise I won't do that again. I promise I will come back to my right senses and I will get rid of the scary nightmares. I won't party again, not anymore. I walked into the ward. The only sound I could hear was the sound of the machine that sounded reluctantly. Arnold laid down on the bed, laid with the same powder blue colour. He was wrapped all over his head with a bandage, and some different kind of pipes passed through each holes in his body. His eyes was so calm as he shut it closed. Still so handsome even on a sick bed.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. 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! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

Its eyes gleam with a feral intelligence, its presence casting a chilling silence over the pack. Emily's voice is hushed yet filled with a note of caution. "Stay alert, my pack. We are not alone under the Blood Moon's watchful eye." Liam's eyes narrow as he takes a step forward, his voice resonating with authority. "Who are you? What do you seek?" The creature's lips curl into a sinister smile, its voice laced with an otherworldly chill. "I am but a herald, bringing forth a message from the depths of darkness. Your power shall be tested, Red Teary Moon Pack, in ways you never thought possible."

I see with horror pictures of the men who are part of my daily life and me. They are all there. From the old newspaper vendor on the corner to the food delivery man. From the maintenance man to the manager of my company. The bastard remains silent and just watches my reaction. I swallow hard because that's the effect all the men in this damn Family have when they target someone: dread. The chilling fear. The kind that makes you freeze in place and forget which Saint to beg for help. When the men of the Family want to get something, they send capos. When they still don't get it, they send Santo. Nobody says no to Santo. At least, those who did say no are no longer in this world to tell.

It swirled in lazy patterns with every step I took, making it obvious no one had been in here for years. The stillness in the air felt heavy and untouched, as if the room itself had been holding its breath, waiting for someone to return and disturb it. Drawings covered the walls, some pinned haphazardly while others were curled at the edges where the adhesive had failed. They depicted all kinds of things, but the majority were creatures twisted, nightmarish things with too many limbs, hollow eyes and gaping mouths lined with jagged teeth. Among the creatures were strange Landscapes places that looked warped and wrong, as if reality had stretched too thin. There were also people, some drawn i

Venson muttered, his intense gaze boring into Bienley's back as he clearly recognized the image of the two names. From Bienley's nape, an intricate swirling script of his and Devon's names unfurled. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one so meticulously drawn that it seemed as if they were actually fluttering in a gentle, invisible breeze. The entire image was so vivid and lifelike that it almost appeared to be in motion with every slight movement Bienley made. It was truly a sight to behold, captivating everyone who laid eyes on it. "He's so proud wearing his marks. And he even has hickeys across his chest. You're really something, Bienley Cullen," Venson said, sh

he taunted as he began to unzip his pants. The realization that this was about what was about to happen sank into my bones and I shivered in horror. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I might not be able to stop this but I was sure not going to give up. I looked deep in his eyes and screamed bloody murder. As I screamed I felt a warmth roll over me and a bright light shot everywhere. Nick froze and then blood began to pour from his ears and nose.