Good Scary Novels & Stories

I was putting the bags in the car trunk when someone held me from behind by my neck and pressed a cold metal on my skin. "Don't move or yell or else I'll slit your throat" the person said......I shivered nodding frantically "Good, now where's your bag and purse hand them over" the person whispered yelled. "Its....its.....its....in....the...car" I stuttered scared to death "Well,move it" he shove me forward still holding me by the neck. I made to open the car door when I felt the persons grip on my neck release and soon I heard groaning.

he said in a high pitched phoney voice. I hit his arm and he chuckled. "What kind of sick imagination do you have?" I yelled The movie started. 'Scary Scary Blood Murder Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I....don't.....wanna..... see....' I have a poker face on right now. My pride forbids me to show that I'm scared. Finally the movie is over. 'I can't even move' "So... How was the movie?" Zaheer asked like it was some simple rom-com movie.

I open my mouth, but no words come. The hallway light illuminates everything. Every stain on the sheets. Every mark on my skin. The way Richard’s hand is holding mine like he has no intention of letting go. Becca’s eyes fill with tears. And I realize that the most terrifying thing isn’t being caught. It’s that even now, even with my best friend standing in the doorway, heart breaking in real time, I can feel Richard’s cock pulse inside me. And my body clenches back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Baby you have to relax...Jasmine won't do anything okay.. relax..." I tried to relax.. "So what movies are we watching..." "We have The possession of Hanna Grace... The Nun... Scream... Possessed.. A Quiet place.. Ou..." I immediately cut her off, "Jesus baby!! you fucken have every scary movie ever shot? Those sound fucken scary..." She laughed, "I'll be there with you. I promise... and it will be fun..." I sighed. She looked like she wasn't going to watch anything else. In an hour we drove inside her place and went inside the house.

When the music grew eerie, setting the scene for a jump scare, Alice buried her face in Adam’s chest. “This dude ain’t even scary,” Adam laughed at her. Alice, trusting him, took a brave look at the screen. “Agh,” she let out a screech of horror at the giant, pasty-faced monster. Burying her face back into Adam’s chest she cried, “He’s scary. He’s really scary.” “I could take him,” Adam scoffed. “He’s noncorporeal,” Alice pointed out. “So punching his face in might not be the best plan.”

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Sane didn’t want to hold onto anyone, especially Seleen because he was afraid that he’d startle her again, but as the beating of his heart was already becoming unbearable, he grabbed Haniel’s arm instead. He heard the girl grin for she knew how scared he’d become when it came to situations like that. Luckily, she didn’t tease him a few minutes ago when he said that he was afraid of ghosts or else he’d feel even more ashamed, especially in front of Seleen. He wasn’t just a fan of scary things. He could even count with his fingers the scary movies that he had seen throughout his life, and it wasn’t even more than ten.

Chris gapes, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward. Steph laughs. "I'm serious." "Why?" He has a puzzled look on his face. Steph shrugs. "I don't know, I find them funny. Scary movies are humorous to me. Maybe it's because I know they're not real." "That's....that's crazy," Chris remarks. "I know. Brooke thinks that too." "I don't usually get scared but I definitely don't find them funny," Chris quips. Steph smiles at the expression on his face. He shakes his head as if to shake off that piece of information. He looks around as if checking to see if someone is eavesdropping.

It was slow, deliberate, and chillingly intimate. I pulled my face in disgust, instantly rolling my eyes. My fear was quickly replaced by a sudden annoyance. If their goal was to scare me, they should've come up with something a lot more creative. "If you’re trying to scare me, you’re going to have to work a lot harder than that. I’ve had men try to kill me in my sleep. I've been sold like livestock. I've had a bounty on my head. To me, you’re just a heavy breather with too much free time."

The rest of the class stood frozen with grim expressions. The scene before us was a living hell. The classmates who'd been standing here yesterday, smiling and reassuring us, now lay scattered on the ground with torn limbs and blood everywhere. Some had even been ripped into pieces. Isolde Adler, the prettiest girl in class, had her face slashed and her body mutilated until she looked nothing more than a human stump. Someone finally couldn't handle the sight anymore and stumbled aside to throw up, while another broke into panicked, helpless sobs.