Full Stop Punctuation Scary Novels & Stories

Why was she so scared? tbc...

In the slight delay in their movement. Fear. Not of me. Of what I represent. Unpredictability. Disruption. Chaos. Good. I use it. Explode outward. Break two grips. Shift weight. Drive forward. One step. Then— stop. Because something changes. The room— goes silent. Completely. The figures freeze. Mid-motion. Mid-action. Mid-control. Everything— stops. My eyes narrow. Because this— this isn’t part of the system. This is interruption. And then—

The voice grew louder, scarier. "The groom is dead!! The groom is dead!!"

Someone else. Panicked. Terrified. "All units retreat!" The voice screamed. "Retreat immediately!" Gunfire echoed through the transmission. People shouting. Screaming. Then— A final sentence. "Oh God..." A pause. Pure terror. "It's killing everyone." Static exploded. The transmission died. Silence. Marco swallowed. Slowly. "What exactly is killing everyone?" Nobody answered. Because at that exact moment— The heavy footsteps stopped. Directly above them. And for the first time since entering the tunnel—

As the suspenseful music climaxed, Axel's grip around the popcorn escalated into a death grip, causing a popcorn explosion that startled the surrounding watchers. Axel turned beet red, completely giving up on the innocent tub of popcorn. He turned around, and rather than apologize, he stylishly said, "It's a bit of a scary movie, innit?" Oh, no. The movie broke him. What was the sudden English accent? "Axel!" I yelled, with a thumping chest and a fifty percent probability of passing out if anything triggered it. Yet, I seemed to be handling my fear way better than he was. His face was white with shock, and his hands trembled. Sudden dark circles were visible under his beautiful eyes. "Do you

help but feel scared. “I can make you lose everything right this instant. I am the nightmare that can make your nightmares come true. All I have to do is to keep you till the next full moon don’t make me kill you before then. Alright?” he said, and the way he said it was really scary what did he mean by he was the nightmare? What exactly was he? I was going crazy thinking about it I really didn’t understand myself anymore and things were different this time, everything wasn’t the way I thought it would be and I was getting scared because of that. His words and actions were scary and the next full moon was fast approaching I wondered what surprise was awaiting me at that event. He releases m

I said suggestively and he looked at me for a while then rolled his eyes. He put his phone down and I smiled, turning on a Horror movie. Halfway through, my heart was already racing in my chest and I looked over to find him staring at the screen with a blank face. A jump scare came and he didn't even seem fazed. "Landon, the point of a Scary Movie is to actually get scared." I told him, getting up once it was over. Rolling his eyes, he got up as well and went over to my closet, taking a fresh towel.

I had been holding onto the bottle so tightly that it broke. “That’s one way to relieve tension,” Cracker grinned. “Do you realize what this means?” Grace snorted and smacked her friend upside the head. “This is the part where the bad guys---!” “Has anyone ever told you you watch WAY too many horror movies?” Jill cut her off as the rest of them laughed. And with that, they ended up in an argument about movie facts vs. actual facts, which I didn’t pay attention to. I was still trembling, trying to shake off the fear that was threatening to close in on my throat. I breathed slowly and strangely found it comforting when Cook gently stroked my back.

It prickles my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Maybe it’s because I’ve watched too many movies. Maybe it’s because I’ve been constantly anxious, as if something terrible is going to happen, or maybe I’m just overreacting but for some weird reason this almost feels like a scene from Final Destination. I force my eyes back to the paper. My pen scratches one line, two and then… “Sierra!” The shout rips across the lab like a whipcrack. I freeze from just the terror infused in it. My head jerks up. Carl’s face is pale, his hand raised as he points—