Goodnight Scary Novels & Stories

Jasper's voice sounded from the laptop on the bed and it dragged Scott's attention. “ Um..I'll be right back guys, give me some minutes ” Scott said and closed the laptop as he got out of the bed and stood face to face with Jojo who hadn't moved an inch from the doorway where she stood. “ Are...are you alright Jojo ” Scott said but the girl didn't reply and still stared at him in the eyes. The scene was like that in a horror movie where a ghost was standing at the end of a hallway staring at you while the light keeps turning off and coming back on.

A little girl in a room. She walked slowly in the pitch dark. Then, the little girl turned on the light to illuminate the place. At that moment, the little girl saw something flowing near her feet. She was immediately shocked when she saw the blood flowing towards her. The little girl immediately screamed while fear enveloped her tiny body. “AHH!!!” A girl who fell asleep on her bed alone, she screamed in fear and immediately opened her eyes and woke up from her sleep. Then, the girl sat on her bed holding the blanket that covered her whole body.

She occupied her solitude. Wes: Long distance live tweet How you holding up? Sidney: Can’t miss the 12 Slays! I’m OK, getting back to normal. As the familiar festive plot unfolded, she reminded herself to swipe over the trackpad and tweet. If she did not post, was she even really watching? @FinalGirlScreams: #SilentNightDeadlyNight was ahead of its time with killer psychology. Even if it portrays #PTSD horribly. #12SlaysofChristmas #horror #finalgirlscreams

"Thank you for making me happy tonight, love. I love you so much! Mwuahhhh! Goodnight, sweet dreams!" Scott finally prepared to go to sleep after sending the message with three heart emojis, dreaming about Briana while he slept. Before he finally closed his eyes to sleep, he received a reply from Briana, and as expected, she sent him six angry emoji that made him laugh louder, his laughter vibrating around his room for a few seconds.

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

“What happened, Mrs Jackson. How did you get on the floor?” Oh. Right. My first night in the mansion obviously hadn’t been good. When we got back from the dinner, I was already prepared for the nightmares I was going to have that night. But that didn’t happen, because I couldn’t even manage to go to sleep. I had tossed and turned for hours in my new big bed for hours, before accepting that that was my fate for the night. So I took the comforter off the bed and placed it on the floor and decided to lie there, reading more of what I could of the contract until I fell asleep along the line, probably around five am because that was the last time I remembered checking my phone and yeah… Here we w

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void

Nobody moved, especially when Xavier said: 'None of you saw anything. Larry Higgins received a call from his old mobile phone that his son got into an accident. The secretary of Sunnyvile High School informed him that Landon was taken to the hospital after falling down the stairs. As a father, it is the worst thing that a parent could here. He knew his son very well, and it is impossible for Landon to fall down the stair without someone pushing him.

[Cara] I woke up the next morning with a bludgeoning headache blasting at the back of my skull. But it was Nancy’s terrified scream that shoots me out of my bed, stumbling into the floor before dashing out from my room and bolting to the living area. She looked like a mess standing right next to the couch. Drool dried up at the side of her mouth, eyes wide in shock. With the suddenly heightened alert, I snatch the closest thing I could reach my hand on—which by the way happens to be my very expensive decorative vase. Not that it matters more than the safety of my friend.

his father said again as they walked back down the hall. “I know, Dad,” Scott said with a smirk. He knew both of them would have slept through the night on the sofa. “I’m more concerned about you letting him watch a scary movie.” “We fell asleep watching Tremors: After Shock. Well, that’s what I remember anyway.” “If my son has bad dreams, you’re going to get an ear full from me,” Scott said as they descended the stairs. “He’s not going to have bad dreams. The boy’s got nerves of steel.”