Hooked Scary Story Novels & Stories

As much as I didn't want to pick up Lia's call; I ended up doing just that; I did; and at the background; I heard violent screams at the background; I almost drop the plate in my hand in fear… I ask Lucia, what is happening there; and she told me that she went to a party with Gena; and all of a sudden, Muna began to shake and she turned into a hairy monster; a Werewolf… And now; everyone at the party have their voices, high pitched due to fear; I told Lia to send me the address to the party; I pick up my jacket; and hurried there; I stop by the address lia had sent to me; the entire place had claw marks all over; I walk inside; and I saw everyone sitting at a corner; I went further and at th

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

Getting on my tiptoes, I tried to hook onto the rope above. From days without food and water, Lucy’s eyes were sunken. Parting her cracked lips, she murmured, “Dean…” With trembling hands, I brushed the stray hair away from her face and forced a smile before muttering, “Don’t be scared, Lucy. I’ll find a ladder to get you down now.” Several burly security agents burst in and dragged me out. “What are you doing? Unhand me!” Brushing off my struggles, they hauled me away from the warehouse.

If the door was unlocked, they could have gone out and survived. I saw Jia glance at the empty seat beside me. I suddenly felt a chill. Dang. Don't tell me... One of their friends broke the chilling silence and scolded the storyteller. "Damn. Why are you telling such a spooky story this time? We are here to club!"

“ yea of cause it’s hard to process it was even harder for me to process at the age of 7” Me hearing hazel say that gave me the creeps as I began to wonder what kind of childhoods she has, heck what sick parent would want to scare her child with such a terrifying story at the age of 7 for that matter. This wold is soo messed up and even if I want that to probe, I couldn’t at least not in the middle of a scary story so instead, I asked. “What do you mean” “ oh, my parents told me that story every Halloween to scare me off to bed so I won’t go trick or treating at all because unfortunately I was born when Harold Jankinsteins was still at large.”

Her eyes look at them questioning, I can see Jackson never used these with her, but I plan to, not today, but I plan to. “Mmmm, now this would be amazing, these hooks inside you, chains pulling you up, the hooks pulling and causing pain.” Her eyes watching me, clearly not understanding. “Well, let’s see where they go shall we to give you a little idea of how you would be suspended in the air” I slowly push the end of the hook into her sex, she moans slightly, the metal hooking inside her and around the front of her public bone. My hand passes Jackson the other one, my eyes watching her as he pushes it into her arse, again it hooks inside, curling up and around her back. My finger grabs the h

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.

“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

It was like it had put me in a crowded place filled with emotions. The last station we tried was a horror booth. It was an old building decorated with spooky decorations comprising spider webs, black curtains, small skulls, and creatures of the undead. "Are you scared?" I heard Bright ask me. I looked at her. She has her lips curled into a sweet smile as though she is trying to tease me. I let out a chuckle. "What if I am?" I asked her. She then puts her hand out, out of nowhere. "Then you can simply hold hands with me," she says, before intertwining her fingers with mine.