Hooked Stories Scary Novels & Stories

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

When she came across the Dodge Ram, Bryce was hanging by his feet from the tree that was next to it. Upon closer inspection, she discovered long thin scratches across the body of the pickup truck. Dawn traced them with her fingers and paused when they ended at a bloody hook dangling from a wing mirror. “Oh, crap”, she breathed. She was fully aware of the legend…of the multiple urban legends of the Hook Man. She hoped that this was a macabre coincidence and not the vengeful spirit coming out to play. ~0~

They lingered behind us, and every two seconds, I would turn back and look to see if they were keeping up with us. "Oh, let them be, stop being such a worry wort, they're fine, nothing can happen to them." Abigail linked her arm in mine. "Don't think you can get out of this discussion about how you and Alex hooked up, I want all the deets." It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her we hadn't hooked up, but just as I opened my mouth to negate it, I closed it, because that's exactly what Alex and I had done. We had hooked up severally with no promise of any strings attached. No promise of tomorrow nor sticking together, come what may. We were just coasting and it hurt me to my bone marrow whe

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

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?”

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

Tilting his chin with a sly grin, “Say please.” She arched an intimidating brow before flipping him off and we were drowning in our own laughter. Huddy sighed, shaking his head but not entirely surprised. “Dean, what do you want us to do?” Dean’s orbs practically light up, scooting to the edge of his seat. “Let’s tell scary stories.” Imogen snorted, “Out of all your ideas, that is the least problematic.” “I’m in.” Ari perked. A wide smile spreading across Lila’s face. “I’m so in.”

she commented. “Well… actually there is more…” I laughed feeling awkward about throwing everything on her at once. Fortunately, she was way to excited hearing about my quite supernatural stories to tell me to stop. I even thought she might have been memorizing my words for the sake of writing scenarios in the future. Unfortunately, there was nothing romantic about my last night's experience, it sounded more like a scene from a horror movie. I kept trembling even reminiscing those moments I was Immara.

“Oh God!” Out of everything that I’d learned after turning into a vampire, the stories of the Elders and their Death Squad had scared me the most. Because anyone who came in contact with the Death Squad didn’t live to tell the tale, there weren’t many knows facts but from what I’d heard from the whispers, they were the ghosts in the shadows, the boogeyman of the vampire race and anyone who came into contact with them died a painful death.