Hooked Stories Scary Novels & Stories

“Whoever you are, step the fuck out as slowly as you can! And you better keep your hands where I can fucking see them!" There was a long pause and my fingers slowly began to pull the trigger. "You better answer,” I shouted. "I feel very trigger-happy today.” "No!” A voice suddenly screamed from inside–deep, male. "Don't shoot! I'm not armed!” A voice screamed from inside. A pair of hands shot out into the air, waving wildly. My hologrammed scope zoomed in closer. The fingers were clothed in a pale flesh and the skin seemed to be covered in cuts.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

His voice hinted naughtiness and immediately a loud growl was heard on the other side. "Who is it?" Alexander's voice was mixed with feelings of both anger and protectiveness. Amara instantly looked around and there was nobody. She immediately knew whose voice it belonged. With each passing day and every second her anxiety increased. She was so emotionally dependent upon Alexander. "I'm into a lot of problem here Alex. I need your help." Amara's tone sounded much anguished and distressed. She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue,

Ruben mumbles, and I turn to him. "Why risk it," I ask, and he looks between Kohn and me before answering. "Most human mates will have positive stories....the more....modern packs accept humans easily. Good stories should come forward for our benefit. Maybe the hype will die down," Ruben shrugs, and I shake my head immediately disagreeing. "No, very few humans will have strong enough stories to combat the fear now lingering in most of the human's minds.......Why did the Loner out us," I ask, turning my attention back to Kohn, who shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet awkwardly before answering?

* * * 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.

“So… Do you guys actually drink blood? Like, for real?” She shrugged, casual as if we were talking about coffee orders. “Some do. Just like some humans hurt people. There’s good and bad in everything. You’d be surprised how many of us live quietly, slipping through the world unnoticed. The scary stories? They’re either warnings… or cover-ups.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. “What about me?” My voice barely scraped out. “Kelvin… bit me. What happens now? Am I going to… die?”

"I doubted it because it was our first time in the city, we initially called Uber so it could take us to a hotel so I didn't believe him but after several pleadings that I should trust him, I accepted and we locked the car and walked off. We strolled a little distance and just like he said we found a beach. "He winked at me and said I told you. I laughed and we dropped the only wrapper I was with. The journey we were coming back from was a long journey that we stayed months in before coming back so I had traveled with my wrapper. I dozed off almost immediately but several hours later I felt pressed and stood up. "I went to a far end where I saw a shade and backed the sea. When I was done and

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.

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.

We started setting up tents and sleeping bags. A little after dark, we began roasting smores, laughing and telling stories. "Okay, I got a good one, the story of the swamp boogey monster." Trent said. "Heard it, it's not scary" Kayla dismissed. "I assure you its a certified scare alright" Trent bragged.