Full Stop Punctuation Scary Novels & Stories

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

he said and Lucia tried to be calm . The film continued smoothly untill a scene came up and a knife was stabbed and used to bring out the intestines in him . " Ahhh " she said clinging to him . Lucien felt the warmth on his body and hugged her closer to him self calming her down . He stood up and turned on the light and Lucia heaved a sigh of relief as she turned off the TV . " That was very scary " Lucia said in fright still getting hold of herself . " Are you that scared . It's just animation and film trick " he said and Lucia rolled her eyes .

Walter Hallas, a 26-year-old store clerk in Leeds, England, was so afraid of dentists that in 1979 he asked a friend to try to cure his toothache by knocking out the offending molar with a punch to the jaw. The punch caused him to fall down, hitting his hard, and he died of a fractured skull. 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.

Clara let the old woman hold her hand and she stared straight into her pearlescent eyes. Then the woman’s body started to shake not from cold but from fear—intense horror she had never imagined to feel. That was when Clara discovered a new definition of scary in her vocabulary. Scary was looking in the woman’s eyes and not liking what she would see. Blood. An unknown place bathed in red. Fire. People screamed in agony. Their screams for help were like a tight vice around the heart. Destruction. Nothing else was left. Life slowly left the once lively and flourishing paradise. Death. The end that no one would ever ask for. Clara pulled her hand away when she felt the woman’s tight grip on her.

Reece whispers in my ear which makes me bounce in fear next to him. "Don't do that…" I snap at him. "Do what?" He asks innocently. "Scare me while I'm watching a horror movie.." I say to him. "Ssshhhh" Lexi, Tony and Aaron hiss at us in unison urging us to shut up. *********************************** It's 11:30pm now, almost midnight and I'm beyond nervous. Anytime now, it's going to happen. I'm going to get my wolf. I'm going to hear a voice in my head.

"Please..Stop." "Why?" Asked Alex without any regret. "I'm scared." She replied with pity. Alex finally gave up, he couldn't bear to see Alicia's face so sad, he hugged her from the side. "Here...I hug you...no one can disturb you when you sleep." He whispered in Alicia's ear. "Stop talking ghost. I'm scared." "Why? They are different nature from us." "Anyway, don't! I'm scared! It's really hard to say that too!"

Her voice sliced through the corridor like a blade. “This,” she snarled, “is a lesson for every single one of you.” Her claws sharpened as she tugged his head back farther. “Anyone who talks about Scarlet’s score. Anyone who tries to help her. Anyone who even thinks about taking her side...” She jerked his head back to the floor. “...your family will end up like the Addams.” A collective shiver tore through the crowd. Several students cried out. Others covered their mouths. The scent of fear spread so thickly even the walls felt colder.

The drive felt shorter than it should have. Or maybe I just stopped paying attention. I didn’t ask where we were going. He didn’t explain. Typical. When the car finally stopped, I stepped out and looked around—trees, silence, isolation. I turned to him immediately. “You’re kidding.” “No.” “This looks like the start of a horror story.” “It’s not.” “That’s exactly what someone in a horror story would say.” For a brief second, something almost like amusement flickered in his eyes. Almost.

Something dark flickering there. Not fear. Something worse. Understanding. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” it said. “Neither do you.” And then— Everything stopped. Not gradually. Not slowly. All at once. The connection— Cut. Clean. Sharp. Gone. I staggered. The power vanished with it. The voices— Silence. Complete. My knees hit the ground hard. Air rushed back into my lungs like I’d been drowning. “What—” I gasped. “What just—”

"That was the part that scared me most. Not that you were being careful on purpose. That it had gotten so automatic you had stopped noticing." The fridge hummed. Outside the window a car went past slow and then the street was quiet again. Morning quiet. The kind that felt temporary, like the city was just gathering itself. "I had been afraid for twenty-four months," Sable said. Flat. Just the fact. "Not loudly. Quietly. The kind of scared that sits in the back of your chest and does not go away and you stop mentioning it because saying it out loud does not help and you need your hands free to keep showing up."