Freaky Story Time Novels & Stories

“What kind of story do you want? A fairy tale? An adventure? Or maybe a superhero story?” “Superheroes!” she exclaims, her voice a little stronger now, a flicker of energy igniting within her. I can’t help but smile. “Alright,” I say, sitting on the edge of her bed, my heart swelling with affection. “Once upon a time, in a bright and colorful city, there lived a brave young girl named Frida who had the power to heal with her laughter. Wherever she went, she brought joy and light, even in the darkest of times…”

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

A child reading the room like it held landmines. “Cocoa?” I asked, gently. “Mera’s making us stories. Rabbits and time travel.” He nodded once and sat down. Mera plopped the paper in front of him with a grin. “You get to name the bunny who controls the time machine.” Aaron’s lips twitched. Just barely. Progress. I made toast, cut apples, laid it all out like we were normal. Like this was just a Tuesday morning in a life that had always been this soft.

she sat at the pile of fake rings and started filling all her ten fingers. “It was dark, then it was bright, then dark again. There’s a slide, weeeeee, and then it was dark again. Then the fairy took a big rock and smash it on the floor and black stars appeared. It’s magic,” she told her story animatedly. I saw Dem rolled his eyes in boredom but there’s his origin story right there. With a little mystic powers and romance, it will surely hit the market like a comet from the outer space.

I asked after my laughter died away. "No," he whispered as he leaned closer. "I'm trying to get you to say that you like me horny." "You know"—I laughed again—"I was wondering when I'd meet a fairy playa, but I'd thought it was going to be a gancanagh." "Too obvious," he scoffed, "seduction is their job." "So what? They don't like to do it in their free time?" I lifted a brow. "They do, it's just too obvious," he repeated. "You can see them coming a mile away. Not literally, of course; that would be disgusting." He winked.

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

I asked as I started to also run the sand through my fingers. She hesitates a little but then answers “I am Fraya,” she says as she wipes the tears from her eyes. “Hi, Fraya. What are you doing all on your own in the sand pit?” “They do not like me much, they say I am a freak.” She says as she wipes the boogers from her nose with the back of her hand. “Why would they say that?” I asked her, still playing with the sand. “Because I can see ghosts, you know the wolves that are with the Moon Goddess.” She looks at me as if she is waiting for me to also tell her that she is a freak.

“What kind of story would you like me to tell you?” “Well,” he said carefully. “Maybe not too scary because when I go to bed, I will be thinking about monsters the whole time. And if it isn’t a little bit scary, then I won’t be keen.” The boy looked up at Ed from the shadows by the door, where he was now waiting. “Do you know any scary stories?” “Yes,” Ed replied, rising from the couch. “Do you know any stories about The Critters?” “I don’t think so.” “Those are the best stories,”