Freaky Story Time Novels & Stories

I almost forgot how to breath when he mouthed the word, Welcome. There was nothing. Silence. Blank face. Blank expression. Dreary, lifeless face were staring straight at my eyes. Eyes frozen in place, burning holes. For a full minute, it was as if time has stopped, he waved his hand and turned his back. When I was a kid, I thought Dad was just lying about his stories about this place. Sure enough that I should probably just listened to him, taking his joke seriously. I felt overly conscious like every detail was out to pounce on me and tear me into pieces.

Leath looked out of nowhere and recalled her memories from her childhood, her most precious memories of home. "There's a festival that takes months of preparation when you go to Silvenia, it’s called White Day. Since everyone is invited, designers from Silvenia might come and take your measurements for your suits and gowns. You can choose your own personal designers but I doubt no one knows Silvenian fashion better than Silvenian designers. People can dance over a frozen lake, don't worry about falling because it's been frozen for years that no one even knows what it looks like when the ice is all thawed. There's a legend that if a wolf howls while you're dancing on the frozen lake, it means

Four faces turned toward me with the same expression the specific look of children encountering an adult who has just said something too good to be immediately trusted. “All of it?” Loveth said carefully. “All of it,” I confirmed. “Aquarium, jellyfish, amusement park, the upside-down ride, ice cream first because Dean is right about that one, and the spinning thing at the park at the end. All of it. One day. Starting now.” Freddy stared at me for exactly one second before turning to his siblings with the energy of someone who had just won something enormous. “I told you daddy was the best one.”

I wasn't a vanilla, but there were things I'd not tried because my husband wasn't so interested with the freaky stuff. "Yes Stella. Never tried this before?" He asked. His finger slid out a little before slamming back into me. "Want me to stop?" I was torn, this might be my only chance to try all the freaky stuff before going back to my normal life, my normal husband. "Go slow" I said instead. "This is new" "That's my good girl" he pumped his finger slowly, in and out. When the weirdness had fizzled out, I realized how horny this made me. My fingers found my clit and I played with myself while he fingered my ass.

And it was connected to what I had just told her. Then she turned to me with forced cheerfulness. “Hey! Let’s play a game. How about scary story time? I’ll start.” I shook my head. “Seriously? Aren’t we a bit too old for that?” “Come on,” she insisted. “It’ll be fun. Besides, you’re in a creepy mountain cabin in the middle of winter. Perfect setting.” I sighed dramatically and sank deeper into the couch. “Fine. But if I have nightmares, I’m blaming you.”

“You’re good at this, princess. Maybe you should be my life coach.” She giggled. “Maybe! But you’d have to pay me in ice cream.” “Deal.” We kept talking… about her favorite TV shows, the book she was reading, and how she was trying to convince me to let her adopt a puppy. After a while, she yawned. “Getting tired already?” I asked softly. “Nope, I’m just no longer bored, so I think I should release you now. You can get back to what you were doing.” She let out while I smiled.

Shaking my head, I laughed nervously. "No... God no!" I admitted, my cheeks blushing softly. "It's a kink.. A fetish! I like abduction play! It's our thing! We come out here, play... no harm, no foul! I am sorry I scared you!" I smiled sheepishly, hoping I was selling my story. "That's..."

Pat continued to stroke Fiona's hair, trying to offer some comfort to the little girl. "Would you like me to tell you a story?" Pat suggested, hoping to distract Fiona from her worries. Fiona's eyes lit up at the idea. "Yes, please!" she said eagerly. Pat smiled and began to tell a story about a brave princess who went on an adventure to save her kingdom. Fiona listened intently, her worries slowly fading away as she became engrossed in the story.

Nicole was bored on the road, so she happily video-called Floyd, who was at home. Floyd was holding Chatty and telling her a story. Chatty looked very impatient. From time to time, she would deliberately throw the things in front of her on the floor. However, Floyd was still very supportive. “Chatty, do you think that Grandpa’s storytelling is amazing that you love it so much? Come, Grandpa will read you a piece from this quantum mechanics textbook…” Nicole rubbed her forehead. “Dad, let Chatty go!”

Elena disappeared back into the crowd before I could complain further, and I was left alone to nurse the drink while I scrolled through my phone. Five minutes later, I finished it, ten minutes later, the room felt warmer and fifteen minutes later, the floor felt strangely soft beneath my feet, and my stomach dropped. Something wasn’t right. I hadn’t had nearly enough alcohol to feel like this. The light blurred, voices echoed, and my pulse hammered. A cold knot formed in my chest. Someone had fucking messed with my drink, and before panic could fully settle in, a loud cheer erupted from the centre of the room. “Truth or Dare!” I heard Elena yell out, and everyone yelled in excitement. Soon,