Funny Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Tilting his chin with a sly grin, “Say please.” She arched an intimidating brow before flipping him off and we were drowning in our own laughter. Huddy sighed, shaking his head but not entirely surprised. “Dean, what do you want us to do?” Dean’s orbs practically light up, scooting to the edge of his seat. “Let’s tell scary stories.” Imogen snorted, “Out of all your ideas, that is the least problematic.” “I’m in.” Ari perked. A wide smile spreading across Lila’s face. “I’m so in.”

“What? Oh, right! What did I do on Halloween when I was your age? I don’t know if you should hear this. I mean, it’s not pretty. It’s downright scary as hell!” “The scarier, the better.” “You might change your mind afterward.” “Come on Grandpa, quit teasing me and tell the story!” “Precious, truly, I’m not teasing. I don’t want you to have nightmares because of me. Besides, this is about teenage boys and when they’re by themselves, they use colorful language. Your mom and dad won’t be happy with me.” “I watch scary stuff all the time on TV and the internet. I don’t have nightmares and Grandpa... I go to school with teenage boys, I know how they talk.”

.. Tales of vampires and ghosts can only be seen in movies or in mystery books created by authors with deep imaginary thinking. They are Made up stories and nothing more. Maybe I was wrong! I tried to control my nerves but heavy fear gripped me. I shined the torchlight towards the direction of the noise but nothing looked odd. I swallowed hard and took a minute to gather my nerves before taking another step forward.

They are trying their best to make people believe that horrifying creatures such as werewolves, vampires and dryads exist. It will be hard to make people believe over it as supernatural creatures are only myths. The stories were made for the children to scare them at night. "Uhm...someone might have drugged me and I woke up in this unfamiliar place." She reasoned out hopefully they will believe in her fake words. She smiled nervously at them. "Then we'll help you return to America. Please make yourself at home while I contact the foreign affairs department then inform the police." He smiled warmly at her. Iris thanked him once again for his kindness.

You shiver when you always think of, A werewolf in the night, They eat human flesh so yuck and sticky, But it’s just in your mind You might think there’s a creepy castle, Lost somewhere in time, You might think it has ghosts all around, But it’s just in your mind. Do you believe in vampires? , Those creatures with long white fangs, You might think they drink human blood, But it’s just in your mind. You might believe in witches, They laugh with a scary look, You might think they have black cats, Or a bat to cook for food. You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them,

Someone else screamed beside me but I was too stunned to pay attention as I fell to the floor wading through plastic skulls, hands, tendons, fake blood. My kidnappers, another bunch of kids paid to scare us half to death pulled my legs and I screamed, half laughed clinging to the anything on the ground. Laughter and thrill covered my body as I willingly got dragged past the terrifying Grim Reaper by the corner, past the fake mannequin stabbed in the eye and past the nun that had white and dark eyes—but that did scare me. Scared me to the point of I could feel my boobs sweat and my hair stick to my back the way it did on a hot summer day.

Walking with Angelo seemed normal to them. Last Sunday, we watched a horror movie inside their house. I was so scared of the killer clowns in the movies, but he wasn’t even flinching while watching. He said those fictional creatures weren’t scary at all. What he was scared of was how dangerous some of the wolf packs are.

" She said and I rolled my eyes slightly. “What do you think I am, 5?? I can't get scared from the letters in the pages of a book plus the real world is a lot scarier than any content that can be found in a book." I said and at that moment I thought about what nearly happened to me some days back. Almost getting raped is like a scene straight out from a horror movie, it's by far the most scariest thing I could think of and I am glad I was able to come out of it with only a bitter taste in my mouth and not an actual emotional scar that would last forever...

“Do you think it’s haunted?” My breath sticks in my chest at her words. Before I can say anything, Jack laughs. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it isn’t haunted.” “Some people think it is,” I counter. “There have always been stories about this place, about the swamp.” The woman pauses as an uneasy shadow flickers across her delicate features. “What kind of stories?” she presses. Jack once again cuts me off. “Who gives a shit?” he chuckles. “Ghosts, witches, werewolves–that’s all kid stuff. The only thing we should be afraid of is the IRS.”

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.