Horror Stories About Online Dating Novels & Stories

Though it seemed that everyone in her life thought it was an excellent idea, she was doubtful for any real outcome that would change her life. Soon after she settled in for the night and put some music on, she sat at the login screen for a new online dating website for professional people, and she had looked up several different companies. She thought that would be the best one for her if this would even work. She doubted anyone would even look at her profile, let alone answer it. She typed her information in and then sat staring at the empty page. Crap, you need a picture, she thought. Not one to take a selfie, and she didn't want to use her work photo because it could be searched up to qui

Clara placed her phone down when the light changed, but Angela could tell she was trying not to smile. "I've been texting this guy, Barry. We matched about three weeks ago." "Three weeks?" Angela sat up straighter. "That's almost a relationship in online dating years. Why didn't you tell me?" "Because I didn't want to jinx it. You know how these things go: you tell people you're talking to someone and then they ghost you, and you have to explain that he turned out to be married, a cryptocurrency scammer, or just a terrible person."

Especially the morning after. He learned that he didn't truly know fear until he'd experienced online dating. While he'd researched carefully and presented himself and his goals as honestly as possible in his profile, he must have chosen the wrong dating sites as he found his level of honesty was unique. Once more most of the women who contacted him did so for his surface qualities and none of the women he eventually met were a good match for his life plan. Most showed no interest in starting a family unless you counted the woman whose husband showed up with her kids at the restaurant where Ben met her face to face. The experience almost made him destroy his computer.

The only sounds within the room were the faint hum of the refrigerator and the persistent ticking of the wall clock. Then, suddenly, it came to her, the blog post. A personal account from a woman who claimed to have been romantically involved with a vampire. The title echoed in her mind: “The Truth About Vampires (Not the Kind You Think).” Heart racing, she booted up her laptop and searched for it, fingers trembling as she scrolled to the bottom of the page and clicked the tiny “Contact Me” link. Hi, my name is Chloe. I think I may be in a similar situation to yours. I’m scared. I think I signed a contract with a vampire.

The first time we ran into each other, he was heading downstairs, taking out the trash, and waving goodbye to a group of my friends. When he looked up, his eyes immediately lit up. "Summer Reed? Holy shit, is that you? "Your Canverlian sounds native now! It's way better than in high school; you used to avoid Conversation Group like the plague. "Did you hire a private tutor?" I laughed. "Not exactly a tutor, but I dated a Canverlian guy online." When he burst out laughing, I snapped, "What's so funny?" He was smiling so hard his eyes curved into mini crescents. "Nothing. It's just the first time I've heard of anyone using online dating to scam someone for free lessons. Others scam for money o

"The same thing happened to me at 17 years old. He sent me pictures of a ripped, handsome guy with abs. We met in person, and it turned out that he was only five feet tall." "No way. Do people still fall for online dating scams?" "Most people who go for online dating don't look that great in real life. Otherwise, why couldn't they find a partner in person?" "That isn't always true. I actually met my husband online. We've been married for five years and have an adorable daughter together. Our relationship is great." "You must be truly blessed. For most people, online dating only results in a horror story." "Not to be harsh, but he probably wasn't that into you. Instead of explaining things, h

It was just a bad dream at the start. In the dream, I was chased by a pale, swollen dead body. But today I canceled all my patients, because the last three patients all described the exact same dream to me. I sat in my leather chair, the silence of my office pressing against my eardrums like deep-sea pressure. My hands were trembling, so I shoved them deep into the pockets of my cardigan. On my mahogany desk lay three folders: Mrs. Gable, Marcus, and Elena. They were disparate people—an elderly widow, a nineteen-year-old college student, and a middle-aged accountant. They had no social circles in common. They didn't live in the same neighborhood. They didn't even use the same pharmacy.

My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

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.