Hooked Scary Stories Novels & Stories

she said. “What did you see?” Randolph asked. “Nothing much. Except lycans that often chased me in my dreams, and then there was the stranger. He said he wanted me or someone dead.” I paused and exhaled. “Unfortunately, I couldn't see the person he was showing me- And I heard a mixture of masculine and feminine laughter, it sounded evil. Roots of trees emerged from the ground and pushed me into a ditch, that was when I lost consciousness.” “Hmm.. Your story, it’s quite different from the others,” my host said. She smiled and straightened up. “At least there’s progress, we’ll get you healed in no distant time,” she added.

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she shoved me against a stack of boxes and ripped my dress completely off, leaving me in just my heels. “On your back. Legs spread wide,” she commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back on a wide padded bench, spreading my thighs like a total slut. My shaved, soaked pussy was on full display, swollen and dripping. Lena took off her jeans completely, revealing the thick strap-on harness. Then she pulled something from her pocket — a long silk scarf. “Hands above your head,” she said. I raised my arms and she tied my wrists tightly together, then secured them to a metal bar above the bench. I was completely helpless now, tied up and naked for my best f

After Mr. Tucker said that, I had no choice but to endure the freezing air for the entire morning. I shivered nonstop, my teeth chattering. When noon finally arrived, I went downstairs to buy some cold medicine. As I passed the coffee machine, I barely raised my hand. I wasn't even touching it when it suddenly sprayed scalding coffee at me, just like in my last life. I tried again and again, cautiously reaching out. Every time my hand got close, the machine would fire with uncanny precision, splashing boiling coffee onto the back of my hand.

I almost did. One day she coerced me to shave, because, and in her own words; I looked like a cave man. But when I stood in front of the mirror with the shaving stick in my hand, I had this sudden urge to put it to my throat and draw it across my skin from one end to another. And I did. Till this day, I have a red puckered scar right underneath my throat as a testament to that day.

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

And here I was, the unluckiest person alive. I just sat there, frozen stiff. Not because I wanted to, not because some invisible thing was holding me, but because my legs, these two things that carried me for nineteen years, just wouldn’t move anymore. They were stuck to the dusty floorboards, heavy and lifeless. My mind, though, was spinning like crazy with all sorts of scary thoughts. Alpha. Wolves. Real wolves. The kind with fur and sharp teeth and that hungry look of something that hunts. Not from fairy tales, those comfy bedtime stories where heroes always win. Not from Halloween movies, where the scares are fake and the monsters are always just some guy in a rubber mask. No, these were

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

As I stepped out and fumbled for my towel, a spooky creak scraped along the doorframe, sending a jolt of fear through my veins. Gosh, why did I do this to myself? I had this terrible habit of reading horror stories and spending sleepless nights huddled under the covers in fear. And then it came again, the same scraping noise but followed by muffled, ominous laughter. It was definitely not my overactive imagination. Did someone else use this room when I wasn't around at night? Goosebumps erupted across my already prickling skin as I slowly opened the door a sliver to look. It was only a quarter past nine, too early for ghosts to come out. At least in the stories I read, they waited till midni

“Who … sent … you?!” “I … I don’t know what his name was …” “A man?” I demanded, pushing his head back over the rail, bending him so far back that he would drop quickly into the water if I released him. “Who?” “I don’t know!” “Well, then, I have no reason to keep you alive,” I said calmly with a shrug. The sun was setting and when I looked around, no one was near, but I was sure that the flaming tiki hut would soon draw attention. In the water, sharks swarmed below, smelling the blood, and I couldn’t resist. I tore off the monster’s hand as he screamed and blood gushed from the opening and I held it over the water, letting the droplets fall, sending the sharks into a frenzy. Even though shar

She sighed, "no, I told you we aren't like that. He has been on Instagram today posting pictures of him and his daughter." A customer came in so Brooke to me bye. After hanging up the phone I turned on the tv and flipped through the channels stopping on some scary movie. It had a horrible storyline and sub-par actors but it seemed to be ok. I had turned it on about halfway through so I was trying to figure out what exactly was going on. The only thing I knew for sure was something was haunting some kids in an old hospital. What was killing them? I had no clue, I couldn't decide if it was a ghost or a real person.