Hooked Stories Scary Novels & Stories

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!"

My eyes landed on Xavier and Leon standing on opposite edges, before they moved to… the largest wolf to ever exist, licking on my leg. What on earth—!! My mouth drops open, about to let out the loudest scream when a hand instantly darted to my mouth. My eyes snapped up to Xavier who shielded my mouth. The sound of my screams muffled in his hand while I began to thrash and kick my legs, only for Leon to press my legs back down on the bed. Tears blurred my vision, and I am in a state of utter shock, my body shuddered. “Calm down, Clara. We’re not going to hurt you,” Xavier leaned over and cooed, yet the sound akin to an animal purring in my ear.

“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.

My lips trembled as my entire body shuddered with fear spiralling through me. I have heard so many scary stories about the Meyers Asylum. No werewolf ever leaves the asylum alive. If I go there, I will be doomed, and that will be the end of me. I stared into the walls in disbelief and tried to stand up, but my legs were chained. I felt something slide off my body, and I looked. “My phone!” My eyes flickered with excitement. I quickly placed a call through to Damon and tapped my fingers against my thighs as I waited for the call to connect.

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

"Your pussy will pay for what you did today for a long, long time." A shudder ran down Emma's spine. She should be scared of this guy she stabbed and he was still issuing threats. Who still had the strength to fuck her to orgasm while bleed. But she wasn't afraid. She was excited. She couldn't wait for what Romero would do to her next.

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest

B expression as though he said something he shouldn't have crossed his face briefly but faded almost immediately, "what's the title? I bet I can sit through the whole movie without a jumpscare." "It's The conjuring, and you are definitely going to get scared, the internet says it's scary." Her lips were thinned into a straight line and her brows furrowed from the determination that they were going to get really scared." "Maybe you're right. Let's make a deal, whoever gets jumpscares first has to wear a pig onesie." "A pig? Seriously?" Why was she laughing hard at a random thing he said? "Yes, bring it on!" Steamy breath exhaled through the mouth and a fake act of lifting weights, Harry empha

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.