Gumball Scary Novels & Stories

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

I turned the light back on. The scream that tore from my lungs wasn't human. The attic was packed. Hundreds of them. Not just my collection, but things that had crawled out from the eaves, from the crawlspaces, all wearing the faces of dolls I had never seen. They were all staring at the light, their pupils shrinking in unison, a sea of black dots vanishing into porcelain voids. They didn't retreat this time. They flinched, but they kept coming. "Don't look," a voice whispered from directly behind my ear. It sounded like Lady Genevieve. "It hurts to look."

What’s the reason for all the secrecy? “Let’s try again,” Sebastian ignores Johnny Vanderbilt’s threat, smiling, “You are Johnny Vanderbilt, also the man who call himself Silco around Scar. Am I right?” Clack. Scar shoots her head up in utter fear, charging toward the door without thinking-- That sound came from the bolt of a gun!

Isabella giggled and threw the ball towards her making her roll on the floor playfully and show her adorable acts to the little girl making her happy. As they both we're playing happily a loud crashing sound came from the outside of her room making her flinch badly, before she could recover more loud sound of things crashing and breaking came making her terrified. Jingle bell also get scared and ran under the bed hiding there by being a fur ball, sensing danger.

B expression as though he said something he shouldn't have crossed his face briefly but faded almost immediately, "what's the title? I bet I can sit through the whole movie without a jumpscare." "It's The conjuring, and you are definitely going to get scared, the internet says it's scary." Her lips were thinned into a straight line and her brows furrowed from the determination that they were going to get really scared." "Maybe you're right. Let's make a deal, whoever gets jumpscares first has to wear a pig onesie." "A pig? Seriously?" Why was she laughing hard at a random thing he said? "Yes, bring it on!" Steamy breath exhaled through the mouth and a fake act of lifting weights, Harry empha

"Is that Ms. Becker's voice? What is happening, Mr. Kooper? Where are you and Ms. Becker now?" Gilbert ignored Davian as he disconnected the call and then hurried outside. "Aaaaah... Go away! Who are you? Go away!" CLANK! Before Gilbert could enter the room, he heard a woman's piercing scream from inside, accompanied by a sound of breaking glass. His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly pushed open the door. He saw a shadow lunge toward him before it collided into him. "There is a ghost! Gilbert, there is a ghost! It is so scary!"

"That's a perfect idea." We all decided that we would go to the carnival. Something I did not know was that Gabriel, Mr. Big and Scary, was afraid of clowns. We walked into a tent not actually knowing what was inside and it was a tent full of clowns. The look on Gabes face was utterly hilarious, he looked so scared and ran out of the faster than an olympic runner.

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.”

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

She didn’t respond, just kept looking around as though trying to understand. A goblin waddled into the room, carrying a wooden pail of water in his hands, his stubby fingers gripping the handle in a white-knuckled grasp as he heaved with the weight. He paced slowly, carefully, the big pointed ears of his head twitching. Celeste turned her head. Her eyes turned to the goblin. And she screamed. A bloodcurdling scream that could raise the dead. The goblin dropped the pail, startled, and yelped. Water slopped over the floor, wetting the wooden planks.