Harold Scary Stories Novels & Stories

"She…was standing in front of me, but she wasn't alone. She had a wolf with her." Suddenly, Sawyer woke up. "Did you recognize it?" Waverly shook her head. "It was too dark—they were in the woods. I couldn't see anything." Sawyer continued to rub her back. "Well, it's okay. You're safe." "Am I?" Waverly asked, whipping her head around. Sawyer stopped. "After what Harold said, I can't be sure of that anymore." "Harold is an old man who has heard one too many ghost stories," Sawyer stated in an effort to console her; only instead, it did the reverse.

Seeing Rosalie's look, Harold pretended to be scared, "I'm so scared! What will happen to me now?" Harold then laughed and uttered, "Listen, my baby cousin, I'm not afraid at all. If a child like me dies of fear of a witch like you, my future wife will become a widow before marriage. And I can't let that happen." Everyone laughed at Harold's words. Seeing Rosalie's smile, Edith's chest started to throb again.

“I’m scared! Harry, let me out! Please, I’m really scared!” “You can’t even handle this?” Harold sneered. “When Basia said she was scared, did you let her out?” Growing up in the Henwood family, Harold had been taught from the start: if someone hurts you, you give it back twice as hard. Let them taste their own medicine—and worse. He had seen enough lies and tricks to spot Nicole’s intentions instantly. Thinking about Basia locked in that toy room, crying in the dark, her face streaked with tears when they finally found her—it made Harold’s teeth clench in rage.

until it is in front of the crack that illuminated the room.She comes closer and peers outside.There are many things that she saw for the first time, the trees, the flowers, the animals, the insects, the sun, and the wind.Amazed, the fairy flies over the surrounding forest.Going higher she flies over a hill and even higher she finds herself on a mountain.The fresh air, the noises, the humidity, all those things made her happy.Then, a butterfly is caught in a dragonfly's boat, which then flutters its elongated wings in front of the fairy, the fairy follows.A beautiful bird also approaches the fairy and, ignoring it, goes to the dragonfly and devours it in one peck.The fairy begins then, foll

"Is someone here?" Harold was suddenly shocked. He had never thought that there would be someone here. But when he felt the breath of these people, he was so scared that he jumped up. "They... They... They... They're zombies!" Harold was dumbfounded. He was naturally looking at the Apocalyptic Legion. Hattie looked at the Apocalyptic Legion as her face lit up with joy. "Everyone, it's so nice to see you!" After that, Hattie ran over in a hurry.

“The person you both should actually be scared of is Horace.” “Well, particularly you should be scared of Horace too.” “Why do you think I should be the one afraid of him?” I demanded, my stomach twisting uncomfortably at the mention of Horace’s name. “Because you don’t know him, Val,” Harold whispered, his eyes flashing with sudden intensity. “Says you,” I retorted, trying to sound completely unfazed. “You’re just his cousin. Like you actually know a single thing about him.” “I mean it, Val. You don’t know Horace or what he is truly capable of. And when I finally show him that video of you…”

“Well, with everything going on, I don’t know why anyone would want to move onto the property.” Harold laughed and started gesturing with a pudding cup in one hand and a plastic spoon in the other. “This diva ain’t afraid of no ghosts, if you’ll allow me to get all Ray Parker Jr. for a minute. Any spooks come after me, I’ll pull some Lorraine Warren shit and send their spectral asses right to the Great Beyond!”

I cried. “Why can't you?” Harold took steps forward and settled in front of me, crouching to palm my face in his palm. I let out an embarrassing cry, wanting to hide my face but he didn't let me. “What if I'm too broken? What if I'm too scared? What if you are not the one for me? What if it's too good to be true, Harold? What if I do the same thing I did to him—” Harold pressed a finger to my lips, shushing me up and stopping me from rambling.

Harold collapsed onto the ground, his wailing turning into a shrill, distorted cry. With an iPad encased in a protective cover shaped like a knife handle, Priscilla gripped the "hilt" and began smashing the device down on Harold's head three times. "You had the nerve to harass someone under my protection? You must be tired of living, huh? Fine, I'll send you straight to hell to your great-grandparents!" The foreign man who had accompanied Harold hesitated, wanting to step in. But Priscilla's overwhelming presence stopped him in his tracks—his hands lifted slightly, yet he didn't dare take a single step forward.