Good Scary Books Novels & Stories

I can play you songs and read you audiobooks…’ ‘Okay. Okay, Alexa. If you can’t get me to work or get me food, you’re pretty much useless.’ She jabbed. ‘Technically, I can order an uber and pizza. McDonald’s and Starbucks too.’ ‘This is so cool. Maybe, you could read me an audiobook just before I fall asleep tonight.’ ‘What kind of books do you like?’ the VA asked. ‘Young Adult, romance, horror, mystery, crime…’ ‘According to a recent survey, people who read lots of horror tend to act out what they read. Often times, they try to imitate the villain in the book and…’

Scarlet's POV I gaps so hard that my lungs hurt when I hear the strange voice speaking from the book. I step back in shock as I clutch my hands around the end of the wall, breathing heavily in fear. The sound of the voice stir up some reaction that my body automatically activates it's flight survival mode. The hairs all over my body are on edge and I begin to take off out of the room when I immediately flare the door open. I’ve never seen a book talking.

Colin’s gaze falls to the book. “What is that?” “It’s our secret weapon.” “Yes, a book sounds really dangerous,” Stephen spits. “What is in the book is what matters,” I reply. “What’s in it, Alex?” Colin asks. “It’s the secrets of several supernatural species. Almost like someone researched them and recorded everything. Including all the ways to kill or harm them. Whoever wrote it had to have survived some really crazy things.” “Where did you find it?” Ray asks. “Was it in your library this whole time?”

PATHETIC DRAMATIC melted and re‑formed. SCARED CREATIVE “I made horror because I was scared,” I said. “Not because I was weak. I wrote bad things happening because bad things *were* happening, and it was the only way I could stand to look at them without going numb.” Memory flickered behind my eyes unbidden: me at thirteen, hunched over a spiral notebook while my parents argued in the next room. Me at sixteen, typing frantically after my sister had rolled her eyes at something that had gutted me. I'm hiding in horror books because at least *there is fear that had shape and rules and endings.

Thane dragged, “you mean everything, right?” I could see his point. Everything here gave me the creeps and made me feel uncomfortable—everything down to the creepy fur rug that covered the floor of this study, or whatever she might have chosen to call this place. “How about these?” Thane asked, drawing my attention to a shelf full of creepy books and tomes. “Not that. Creepy, but not creepy enough,” I said. “I smell blood and death all over them,” he said. “Fun, but not what I’m looking for,” I replied.

The blindfold made her feel everything more deeply—the way his tongue teased, the way his tongue probed slowly, then deeper—his mouth, his hands, his teeth grazing her skin. And in that darkness, she found something that scared her more than his power. She liked it. She wanted more.

Rivers unconscious with her heavy book. Allie was out partying with her boyfriend of that time and some of his friends. She’d informed me that she’d be spending the night at his place. So one can only imagine my fear when the door to our apartment opened all of a sudden at half past ten that night. That combined with Mr. Rivers’ booming voice calling out for his daughter was one of the scariest thing I’d ever experienced in my life. I was still in shock while my defense mechanism and my adrenaline kicked in. I’d watched in absolute horror as the book I was holding flew out of my hands with the intent of giving the man a serious concussion- and it would have, if he hadn’t ducked down on time.

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

“Very little. Your planet is so clean. So beautiful and lush. On Earth, there’s tons of garbage, and humans don’t know how to live without a million gadgets.” “You don’t like gadgets?” She shrugged. “I’m happy with a good book. Give me an e-reader or a paperback, and I can be easily entertained.” “What types of books do you like to read?” He appeared genuinely interested, so she didn’t feel bad answering honestly. “I like horror. I like stuff that scares me.” He started laughing, the loud chuckle making her bounce on his lap. “What’s so funny?” “I never would have taken you for someone who likes horror. But now that I think about it, I can see it.”

I approached the woman and washed my face and went out again and changed my clothes to comfortable ones and sat on the bed and picked up a book from under the bed. It is not an ordinary book, it is a book of magic. I read what it contains exactly what I want, and I realized what I fell into... It says that every time I close my eyes for more than a second I will see what terrifies me the most that made me change, but the way is not mentioned. He took care of all of that and fell asleep, but no way I didn't even sleep just put my head on the pillow I swear, I woke up screaming panic this time it wasn't normal more terrifying and I feel like it.