Funniest Scream Novels & Stories

The room spun and before I could stop it, the scream ripped out of me. “AHHH!” The floor went silent for one second. Then, they burst out laughing loud. Ugly. Cruel. Sandra gasped dramatically, covering her chest. “Oh my God, she’s going to faint! Someone hold her!” Hilda kicked her chair back and laughed like she just won a prize. “Look at her face! I told you she’d cry!” Mia whispered loudly, “Maybe she should quit if she’s scared of a rat. How did she even get hired?”

But, frankly, I was quite afraid to see her now. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard a high pitched scream. Caleb dramatically fell against the walls yelling 'earthquake! earthquake!' while Liam winced slightly. Noah smiled awkwardly and held the phone at a distance. It took me a minute to realize that the scream was indeed coming from my mother. And, what was even scary was the fact that it was not those frustrated or angry screams. It was one of those fangirl screams. "Oh my God!" my mom breathed, and I took that as my cue to brace myself for humiliation, "you are Noah, the crown prince-"

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. 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. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!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.

This was one sick man. My buttons came undone and I was bared to him as grubby fingers sought out my bra-clad breasts. He squeezed, hard. “You are exquisite.” He groaned softly. I began to thrash around helplessly, a fresh wave of desperation washing over me, fueling my zeal for survival. Filling my lungs with air, I let out a blood-curdling scream. “HELP MEEEEE!!! SOMEBODY HELPPPP!!!” Creepy guy chuckled darkly. “Yes, that’s it. Cry out for help. Cry out as much as you want, there’s no one coming to save you.”

I tell my best friend. Ari picked out a slasher film for us to watch, and there's so much screaming I'm pretty sure my ears are already bleeding three minutes into it. The thing wasn't much scarier than what I already had to endure in real life, though, so I am more uncomfortable at it than scared.

he told me and I shook my head. "Wow, that's heartbreaking, I think I'm going to go in there and jump scare him, okay," I chuckled softly as I tiptoed to the room's door. Jorge gave me two thumbs up and I threw the door open and ran inside to an empty room. I glanced at the TV and the paused movie. I could see the light on under the closed door of the bathroom. I snuck over to the side of the closed door and waited. When it opened I jumped up and out in front of Grim and heard him scream like a girl. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his neck as I laughed hysterically. Grim was wide eyed and his heart was pounding rapidly in his chest. I looked up at him and smiled.

I let out a loud whimper, and the person whose hand was covering my mouth continued to drag me until they stopped. “Didn't I tell you I'd make you scream, love?” a familiar voice said into my ear as I froze. The lights were then turned on. I blink my eyes open, trying to make sense of the situation. Scarlet was hitting Patrick with a cushion and yelling at him for scaring the life out of her. Natasha laughed from afar, her hands clutching her stomach. So she was the one who screamed first. I turned around to face Logan, who smiled triumphantly. It was all a prank. I couldn't even move or yell at them. I came to a halt, tears streaming down my cheeks. I wished I could stop them, but they kept

Oh Ahvi, you surprise me each day. “It's probably nothing,” I say but then I hear it again; it's deep and low. “I hear it again!” I say, at the same time, we hear the scream of a student. Panic shoots through us and the other students jerk off from their positions, looking around for the source of the sound. “What the hell was that?” “Don't panic, she must have seen a squirrel; there are a lot around here,” the guard assures but the scream comes again, this time louder and more bloody and it goes quiet and we hear the sound of a thud.

I begged again, but this time I need to level up the drama, so I intentionally peed on my pants. "Oh my gosh! Skye! Are you out of your mind? Why did you pee on your pants?" Aunt Noora screamed out of her lungs alerting Uncle John. He opened the car's door near me to see what happened. He could not believe what he is seeing and just covered his eyes with frustration.

“By morning you’re going to beg me to keep you. You’re going to thank me for breaking in and ruining this pussy for every other man alive.” Three fingers now. Stretching me wider. Scissoring while his thumb grinds my clit. My body locks, right there, and he pulls away again. I scream into the pillow. Tears soak the fabric. My body is shaking and my mind is fracturing, fear dissolving into need, resistance melting into desperate, primal want.