Hooked Scary Stories Novels & Stories

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

I wanted to cut off his tongue and feed it to dogs. She was so shocked and felt ashamed. Though she didn't have to feel ashamed of those lies but still looked as if she wanted to get away from everyone's piercing eyes. I wanted to hide her from everyone. My feisty warrior looked shattered today and I hated it. That is the reason she doesn't trust men.

Eventually, with time, more and more of these presences will find a place in these vacant and unoccupied spaces, and more people will be aware of them causing more fear that they can feed on. And the vicious cycle continues... So we begin a whole bunch of stories connected to these academic places, dear reader. We truly hope you like them. Enjoy! +++++++ Hi there, guys! I’ve been a member of this page (Paramdam) for a few months now, but this is the first time I’m going to share a story with everyone. It’s a bit on the long side, but it’s worth it, so please bear with me. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved listening to or reading those scary kinds of stories. It’s become a family tradition f

Maybe we can figure out a way for you to keep going without the risk. I smiled a little despite everything, my body still buzzing from panic and leftover horniness. A knock sounded at the front door almost immediately after. It was the delivery guy. I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me.

“That drunken BASTARD! That dirty, drunken BASTARD! The car with no headlights flying down the goddamn highway. That stupid, drunk bastard hit and killed us!” And then Paul let out a primordial scream which rivaled the devil himself! So loud, the birds roosting in the trees, thousands of them flew out of the graveyard! Now every year on Halloween, Paul Butterfield and Ben Eisner repeat the night they died into eternity. “Mikayla, why are you hiding under the blanket? I thought you watched scary stuff all the time?” “Oh Grandpa, that was the scariest story you ever told!” “Well, whatever you do, don’t tell your mom and dad, they’ll have my hide!”

Hot tears starts rolling down my face as I opened my mouth to talk and I was mumbling on my own words. “I-I went haunting. We went haunting. We were asked to get some materials taste was scattered all ove rthe camp for the bon fire and I went with-” I paused at the last part because I was not sure how he would react when he would hear the last part. He broughtbme down to the ground and the moment my feet hit the hard ground mysenses cane back. This man literally just man handled me. “You have been a very naughty girl, Olly and I will show you what they do to naughty girls.”

“They forgot the rules. It won’t happen again.” She shook in his arms. The dark thrill that had pulled her back to him twisted violently into something far more terrifying... pure horror at the casual violence she had just witnessed. This wasn’t a thrilling fantasy she could walk away from when the yacht returned to shore. This was Viktor Garfield’s real world... brutal, unforgiving, and soaked in blood. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. The charismatic predator was back in his gaze, but now she saw the monster clearly beneath the charm.

I darted my eyes away quickly-- "You promised," Al said all of a sudden. "What?" I paused in surprise. "No question asked," Al smirked, holding out his hand to me. I was grateful that he didn't ask into it. Night fell. So the thing about horror stories is that-- The fear kicks in only at dark nights when you are alone, not when you are at the crowded theater or on the bright street. Meaning-- I couldn't fall asleep that night. Turns out it's a bit hard to fall asleep when you don't close your eyes because you feel the need to stare at everything with alert.

A young couple were packed in a remote spot when the music on the radio was interrupted by a news bulletin. A madman had escaped from the nearby asylum. He could be identified by the hook he had in place of his right hand. The girl wanted to be taken home immediately... When they arrived at her house, the boy went over to open the car door for her...and hanging from the handle was a BLOODY HOOK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

He pulled his belt off in one sharp tug, the sound making me flinch. “You scared?” he asked, pulling my wrists above my head and tying them together with the leather strap. “Yes.” “Good. You’ll be scared until you get addicted.” He shoved my knees apart. “Open wider.” I obeyed. His mouth dropped to my pussy without warning. I cried out. His tongue moved rough and slow, dragging through my folds, then flicking hard over my clit. “Lucian—oh—” He bit my inner thigh. “Quiet.” I whimpered.