Good Scary Novels & Stories

Never let dogs smell fear! The hungry look on these men’s faces as their eyes run over my practically naked body makes it obvious that they smell my fear, and they fucking love it. I look around the room, thinking that I’ve never seen so much leather, facial hair, and tattoos in such a small space. I try to find a friendly face, but they’re all looking at me like they want to bend me over the nearest table and fuck the living hell out of me.

Scar asked in a cold tone. “Oh you look horrible ,you look like you've been hit by a truck,are you fine” Cindy asked with mock concern. “I'm alive cut the chase,what brought you here” Scar asked. “Seriously I just came to check on my bestfriend who was absent from work” She said in exaggerated care,as her smile widened,as she blinked her eyes. “Go straight to the point” Scar said sternly, obviously annoyed at the whole act. “Oh,I came to give you this”

“What’s your favorite movie?” Laura is silent for a long moment, her bottom lip between her teeth as she thinks. “I-I don’t know.” She exhales. “I think I liked comedies or drama pieces. Nothing sad or scary.” I offer her a smile. “I don’t like anything scary either.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” “Hell, yeah.” I nod without an ounce of shame. “Demons and poltergeists are terrifying.” Laura’s throat releases the quietest laugh. “Yeah, they are.”

MARCUS’ POV The world swayed like a ship caught in a storm as I stumbled through the northern moors, clutching my torn side. Crimson seeped through the slashed fabric of my shirt, warm and sticky against the icy wind. Scar’s blade had been precise too precise. He hadn’t come to threaten me. He’d come to kill me. And if I hadn’t shifted fast enough, he would’ve succeeded. My breath came out in ragged bursts as I collapsed against a dead tree stump, the bark scraping my back. The pain was sharp, radiating through my ribs, but fear was sharper. Fear kept me conscious. Fear kept me alive.

my eyes are filled with tears due to laughing he too started laughing loudly we both laughed like crazy people then we went inside a haunted house now iam scared but I need to hide my fear suddenly weird sounds started oh god iam scared but he is more scared than me I forgotten my fear by looking at his face suddenly a fake skeleton pulled his hand he started screaming lol iam unable to stop my laughing its really funny this guy he is really behaving like a kid iam laughing he catched my hand and running away from the haunted house iam laughing like a crazy person throughout the running process

She’s coming home to me. I’ve got to learn to be patient, which isn’t easy when you are a spoiled, only child. “Are we making Tuesday our new scary movie night?” I ask over dinner. “I saw a German horror flick on N*****x is getting good reviews.” “What day is it today?” “Monday, all day.”

Libia, heiress to Musso Textiles, had been kidnapped. … Everything was dark; they had placed some kind of bag over her head. She was terrified. Her body was trembling, and her underwear was wet because she had peed herself out of fear. Her mouth was gagged, and in her mind, she feared that at any moment, the man who had kidnapped her could emerge from the shadows, kill her, and no one would ever know, since she hadn't given her exact location to anyone she knew. She had only mentioned her trip to Brazil briefly to one of her friends.

Chapter 2 ( Two Days later) " Oh... Yeah... Oh God..." Scarlett moaned as Gerald thrust in and out of her at an incredible pace. Her eyes clamped shut and sweat dripping from her forehead, it was obvious she was enjoying it. Way too much. " Oh God... I'm coming... I'm cumm..." she didn't get to finish her sentence as she groaned aloud, her body spasming, jerking uncontrollably. Gerald continued for a few more moments and pulled out just in time to have his release on the bed. Scarlett lay slumped on the bed, unduly satisfied. Staring at Gerald with lazy eyes, her face broke in to a grin.

Yohan Dixon raised his finger and put it on her white cheek gently and she trembled. “Are you unhappy?” Sara Owen could not understand when his deep gaze turned dark and he smiled demonically. It was the first time when she had seen a slight smile on his dark lips but she did not know it would scare her. Was he mad at her because she had called him by his name directly? “I am sorry. Please let me go.” She tried to overcome the fear but his dark eyes sparkled with a scary ray. “Let me see you.” It was his reply and Sara Owen shuddered in tension. His finger slowly reached on her neck and he held it with that scary smirk.

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.