Horror Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me. "Aaaaaa!" I screamed loudly as her hair touched my thigh. "Don't Hamdan, let go. Let him go!" I screamed louder when Hamdan put it on my thigh. I looked into his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt dizzy. Honestly, I can not meet this one creature. It would be better if I met the top class mafias than having to see this thing. I'm still traumatized when I watch Chucky's latest horror film series which was released last month. If you don't know, just try looking for a horror doll movie with that title. Enough, I can't do anything. “Ahahahahahaha, I'm so scared Evan. You bastard.”

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

I stayed with Adley in her small living room, watching horror movies about creatures that didn’t exist in this world, until darkness smothered the outside world, peeking in through the sheer curtains that made their living room feel all too exposed. “Zombies always give me the creeps.” Adley shuddered, “There’s something so scary about coming back from the dead, having your face and limbs rot like that. Bleh, no thank you.” “I can’t be afraid of zombies, not when things like ghouls and Librarian’s exist.” I let out a hearty laugh, trying to imagine a hoard of zombies maneuvering through the forest at night.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but they play really good movies here. Lots of good scary movies. The owner is kind of a horror movie fanatic. I come here all the time.” Great a movie theater that specializes in scary movies. I love scary movies, but theaters just make everything so much creepier. There are always a bunch of people in there, people I don’t know. People that make my paranoia kick in. Like how many of those people are serial killers? You have no way of knowing. My luck there is probably at least one murderer just watching the movie for new ideas of how to torture people. “You want to watch something scary?” Aaron asks, giving me a mischievous smile.

I read the titles out loud. “The Devil in Silver by Victor LaValle. The October Country by Ray Bradbury. Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. Last Days by Brian Evenson.” I curl up my lip in disgust. “This is your reading style?” I frown. He glances up. “I like horror.” I widen my eyes. “Boring.” His jaw ticks in annoyance. “What do you like to read?” I purposely bend over, revealing my naked ass. “I like raunch.”

Horror filled our features. Our eyes went wide as saucers. Oh sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

control! "I'm not living in yours!" Came my authoritative tone. "No one asked to." He copied my pitch. "Take the one beside mine." "The farthest one." "Take the store room then." Is it possible that i stab someone and not be called as a criminal? "Live beside mine. I hope you have seen those horror stories , based on true incidents. The whole villa would be as sillent as a graveyard, at night. And i'm a heavy sleeper." Colour faded from my face as a fear crept inside me, out of no where. What if winds blew and the windows danced with it? What if ....

"I have seen a couple of episodes with Laura, but they all feel stupid to me." "Ah, not a fan of the drama?" "No." "How about this then... Stranger things; have you seen it?" "I haven't, but... I get easily frightened by stuff." "It's not really that scary." "No?" "No, but... I could always put on a horror movie... Like this one." The intro to a movie I already know will be scary flashes on the screen, and shudders travel up my spine. Not good. "No, Ryan, please! I'm bad with horror movies! I jump at every little thing, and then I won't be able to sleep!"