Free Stephen King Audiobooks On Youtube Novels & Stories

Its mouth was occupied with a discarded chicken wing, the greasy bone precariously hanging from its teeth. My scream ripped through the forest, piercing and full-throated. I stumbled back, nearly dropping the flashlight as I tripped over a root. "AIDEN, KILL IT!" I shrieked, clinging to his arm like he was a life raft. His expression was one of utter disbelief as he glanced from me to the possum and back again. "Stephanie," he said, his voice oddly calm, "it’s just a—" "I DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS!" I yelled, still gripping him. "IT HAS RABIES, OR PLAGUE, OR—OH MY GOD!"

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

The flash drive was small and cold in my hand. I plugged it into my laptop. The screen blinked to life. No folders. No passwords. Just one single file in the middle of the screen: “Stephen Hale, May 2nd Mission.” My breath caught. My pulse pounded in my ears. Stephen? I hesitated for a second, but curiosity and dread pulled me forward. I clicked. The footage was grainy. Jumpy. Military cam footage, the kind mounted on a helmet. The screen shook as someone ran through a dusty corridor. Shouts echoed in the background, mixed with gunfire.

With a twitching thumb Hunter tapped on the play button and the first audio played with a sob, making him sit stiffly as his face lost the iota of color that had been there. Audio 1: (loud breathing) H-hunter… Hunter… I am trying to… Trying to call you, Hunter. (A pause in which loud breathings amidst loud thudding steps could be heard as if she was picking up pace to get out of somewhere) Why don't you pick up my call, Hunter. I… I want to speak with you. I think someone's following me!!!

she got up to introduce me to the stranger as I walked up to them, “Imani. She's a student in your school.” I put on my best smile as I turned to the visitor, but my smile froze immediately when I saw who the visitor was. I was hallucinating. I have to be. But I wasn't. “Imani Cole,” he rose to his feet, too. I believe we already have the pleasure of meeting. She's one of my students. I lectured in her class earlier today.” “Ohh, what a small world.” Mom beamed, “I bet you didn't know she's your step-niece. Imani,” she turned to me, even though I was hollowed out and blanked out, “he's Stephan King, Declan’s brother.”

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

In a way that made me want to run far, far away. Something was coming tomorrow night. And something inside Stephen… wasn’t human anymore. AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading! Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe to stay updated on what happens next. Trust me, you won’t want to miss what’s coming! Stay tuned! 💜

Odin said to himself and was about to drop the tab when his hand mistakenly pressed something and he found another video dance titled, “The Dracula dance video.” Above the video was a message-“Her Halloween party is in two days time, you better get cracking if you really want to be part of her life. I will send a video to you, practice the steppings and be serious with it. This is going to be your last chance. Do not mess things up! “Okay, this should be interesting.” Odin said, taking a seat and pressing the play button, if nothing attracted him, the “Dracula” on the title of the video got him and well, they shared something in common......

Memories Not flashes Streams. Endless. Power. Fear. A voice That same voice Louder. Clearer. Closer. “Yes… this is it…” My scream tore out of me But I couldn’t hear it. Because the last thing I saw Before everything went completely white Was the Lycan King stepping forward Reaching for me And shouting something I couldn’t understand. And then

Those were all things that he did not want to face. Ethan said, “I didn’t say anything.” Boom! Stephen’s head snapped up, looking at Ethan in fear. He had heard those words before in his dream. Was everything that he heard just a hallucination? Was it just a voice from the depths of his own heart? “No!” Stephen screamed and turned to run away, not daring to stay there any longer. On the way down the mountain, he seemed to hear Ethan’s voice again. “How long has it been since you visited Julius and Tommy’s graves?”