Hooked Stories Scary の小説・ストーリー

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.

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.

“Like any of you are believable.” She smashed the pillow against Lor who was sitting on Grace’s bed. Lor shrieked: "Pillow fight!" and the craziness started. **** They binge-watched Korean dramas through the TV set that Grace had pre-arranged to be set up in her room for the night. They had a vote by hands on whether it would be K-drama or "It" starring Pennywise. After lights out though, they still started telling ghost stories among themselves, especially about the school ghost of the teenage boy who threw himself down the piss-shallow creek and bled to death. The stories made most of the girls too scared to go alone in the bathroom that was just a few meters away from the bed, so some of

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.

I lied to Eric. I told him that I found out after breaking up with Dean, when I went through his things. In truth, I'd found out about the skeleton in his closet the second week into our relationship. Dean had a phone that he never let out of his sight. I could still remember that one time he couldn't find it anywhere. He'd become extremely agitated as he turned his office upside down, making me wait for him in the car. His phone was in the car, having been wedged in a gap. When I pulled it out, the screen had been filled with BDSM slang and talk about switching bedpartners among friends.