Hooked Scary Story Novels & Stories

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.”

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

From the way he sounded, she knew she was in big trouble, and she couldn't escape! As his steps count closer, the more her fear grew. Heart thudding, Mariana slowly turned to face him. “I'm asking you a question, girl!” he growled. “I… I couldn't sleep. I wanted to get some fresh air.” She lied, wiping her clammy hands on her t-shirt, eyes widening in horror. “Oh.” At this moment, he was close. He leaned in, capturing her tiny waist abruptly. Draws her closer to himself. “Do you know what happens when people lie to me, Mariana?” he whispered. His words fell like hot breath on her face, which sent a shiver down her spine. “They die.”

* * * The Hunter Remembers “...And hanging from the car door was a bloody hook!” The teacher whose name Chloe had lost to the ravages of time stage shouted. Sadie, who sat rapt next to Chloe, twitched and grabbed the young girl's hand. All around them, boys and girls, dressed as monsters and super-heroes, began to titter and giggle, the tension from the story leaving their little bodies.

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats. “Signing an online form to consent to consensual-non-consensual sex with strangers isn't the wildest thing we’ve done together.” He scolded but Mike was so fear-stricken that he refused to be shut up. “Yeah, but not in a fucking haunted mansion—” “I said it’s not a fucking haunted mansion,” Gem interrupted him, kicking him in his shin. Mike groaned in pain and she quickly rushed to him, her hand wrapped around him. “Are you alright?”

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house. Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite. Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air. This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.

I leaned closer to take a good look and couldn't look away. Her hair. It was bright copper red. One word came to my mind as I stared in fascination at it. Fiery. Spellbound, I leaned closer, stretching my hand forward towards it. I needed to touch it so bad. "Hello Mr. Moore." I felt like a kid who had been caught with his hands in the cooking jar. Except mine hadn't even made it there at all. been My hand hung in the air foolishly, but I slowly retracted it and turned to see doctor (insert his name) He stood at the door, staring at me with a smile on his face.

“I heard its nails first. Oh, God . . . we used to have a black lab. Lady. When it’d storm at night, she’d always try to get into bed with us. You’d hear her climb the steps and it was exactly like that. That scratchy sound on the steps. Slow. Timid, I guess. It was like that. Then the steps started to creak loud, like when Ed goes up and down. And I— I got this picture in my head, it was like I could see it. See its shadow on the stairs. It just got bigger and bigger, and I could hear its hair scraping on the walls like a big brush and it just got louder. I was hysterical, I—I haven’t been so scared in my entire life. I forgot all about that man I saw. Forgot about everything. Just all I co