Ghostface What Your Favorite Scary Movie Novels & Stories

“How can you sleep watching a real murder documentary but get scared of fake stuff like Friday the 13th or Nightmare on Elm Street?” I clear my throat. “Leatherface is based on a true story, so no. Michael Myers isn’t that scary, but the jump scares get you. Freddy Krueger is disgusting. And Friday the 13th depends on which one.” He shakes his head. “Get your ass in this bed.” I laugh, close the door, crawl under the covers, and settle onto my side, facing the TV. I set the sleep timer and let the show play. As the first episode starts, I feel myself drifting. I can feel Zade’s eyes on me.

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

I cover a baking sheet with frozen chicken strips and French fries as Perry and Harper search for a movie to watch on the TV. Perry wants to put on Saw while Harper deems it too horrific. "I watched Halloween," he argues. "It's worse than Halloween." I agree, calling from the kitchen, "No Saw." Perry groans. "Look, there's Paranormal Activity." Harper points out. "You haven't seen that; it's about ghosts. You love ghosts, right?"

The omegas had quietly delivered large bowls of buttery popcorn, an assortment of fizzy drinks, chocolate, and even some gummy worms—because, as Phoenix insisted, “It’s not a horror movie without gummy worms.” Gabby sat squished between Seris and Rory, clutching a soft blanket like a shield. Cato was behind them with Alex and Tyler, while Phoenix and Lucian lounged side by side in front, feet kicked up, already tossing popcorn into each other’s mouths. “I still don’t understand why we’re doing horror,” Gabby muttered, already suspicious of the creepy violin in the film’s score. “Because it’s tradition,” Phoenix said with a mouthful of popcorn. “Besides, the first jump scare always tells you

I nearly collapsed at the sound of his thick baritone voice. My heart was about to explode in my chest. “Don't be afraid, child.” I scoffed, raising my brows. “Don't tell me not to be afraid, you are dead!” I screamed, taking another step back. “How will I not be afraid when I'm seeing ghosts? I mean, who sees ghosts?!” I screamed at them, placing my hands in the air to act as a barrier between us. Fuck! I see dead people! But how come? Was that a fucking gift too?

I grin teasingly, I'm punished for my comments as he slides his hands down under the blanket and tickles my sides. "Very funny missy, and it was the Texas Chainsaw Massacre" I shudder slightly as he tells me the name of the movie. "Oh god I hate scary movies, I've never completely sat through one, I get scared very easily" I reply quietly. "They aren't so bad, it's good to get the heart racing every now and then" Rhodes smirks softly before he's interrupted by someone standing at the front of the screen telling everyone in the audience to place their headphones on as the movie was about to begin. I slide mine on over my head and ready my popcorn, Rhodes does the same, keeping his arm draped

"You'll find out when it gets dark," Grim said. "Oh, I wonder if you're afraid of ghosts. I'll take you to meet some later." Amy looked horrified when she heard his words. "What the hell are you talking about? There's no such thing as ghosts." She had been afraid of the dark since she was a child, so she dared not watch thriller movies, let alone supernatural films. Right now, she was worried that these men might bring her and Magaret into a haunted house.

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.

Melina was dazzled by his muscles, he had changed a lot, back the he was the plainest of them all, he wore shaggy un ironed clothes, he never cared about his looks, but now he wore a signed leather jacket, Melina wondered. She drilled for him, she felt like a loser choosing Owino over him. She gashed in front and asked in fury, Melina was not good at surprises. “What are you doing here?” she demanded as she dumped her messenger bag on the couch and threw off her scurf. She wanted him to notice her designer jacket as well. “Aha!” Leon acted cool. “I see you still hate surprises.” Leon teased her “Come on guys, I missed you t….” he pouted as he pranced to them and wrapped his hands around his

I didn't continue what I was going to say because they might be offended. "This is The Conjuring!" I added "Ugly." "Annabelle." "I don't want to." "Truth or Dare." "Don't." I just sighed. Just say that he is afraid of horror movies, I know that, there are many more excuses. "Ah, this is 'The Ring' my favorite." I said that would excite me. "Don't--" "I'm not asking your opinion." I said with a raised eyebrow. This is the feeling! I heard Dave laugh softly.