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You could say that there are no ghosts in the world, and I could agree with you, but some people said that there are no werewolves in the world and we know for sure that they are, so… never say never. “I hate this place,” Sam said and looked around. “So many stories , horror stories that I get goosebumps just thinkin' about it.” “ I chose this place exactly for that. Because we all hate this place and it is the last place where Manganiello would think that we will come.”

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

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Creatures that hide in the dark emerge, shifting into human form or possessing people who walk among us. His voice was like dark chocolate, rich and velvety, making the spooky story sound incredible. They might suddenly call your name. If you answer, they'll devour your soul. The mountain wind carried his words, wrapping them in a mysterious chill that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. I paused, deciding to play along. Oh my God, that's so creepy. No need to be scared. He said casually. It's just an old story. I thought you might find it interesting, it is. I said, but do they have to use your full name? What if they just use a nickname?

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, scrolling further, trying different keywords. There were no reports of anything shady. No horror stories. Just a lingering air of mystery, of exclusivity. And desire. A few anonymous posts hinted at things left unsaid. "You’ll never be the same after." "Your darkest fantasies, waiting to be unlocked." "I was scared, but I shouldn’t have been." My breath hitched, hands tightening around my phone. I leaned back on the couch, dragging my fingers across the embossed lettering of the invitation once more.

"Like she wishes she did not have to tell us scary things." "What scary things exactly?" I asked. Ash shifted his weight from foot to foot. "That bad stuff is coming. She will not say what kind though." I caught Phoenix watching his cousins with an odd expression. Not his usual curiosity. Something harder. "Phoenix what did she tell you?" He hesitated. "That the darkness is not outside. It is inside. One of us is going to turn bad." The room went silent. Luna grabbed Aria's hand. Sera moved closer to me.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

, I screamed. "What??!", I heard dad ask from behind me. I quickly turned to see he was with mum. I sighed a bit in relieve. "We can't stay here..", I started repacking the boxes. "Let's go home..", I was almost pleading. I didn't want to wait and find out what goes on after midnight! Dad laughed a bit before walking up to par my back. "You don't believe those crazy stories do you?". Elmore had always been famous for all it's horror stories.

Selene asked worrying and Maine took a deep breath before she spoke. "The disciples of darkness. The vampires." Maine uttered which made Jenny and Selene to feel frightened. "W-what? B-but they are not real. They are just an old story." Selene uttered that also agreed by Jenny. Maine shook her head while they were continued walking. When they reached the end of the hallway, they sat on the bench. "I know no one will believe me. But I saw them with my two eyes. I know they are coming in this city and spread nightmares." Maine sadly replied. Selene shook her head and Jenny scratched her forehead as they heard those story from Maine.

I remember my mother's words to me before she passed at the shores. A darklord exists, who reigns terror in the earth with his army of the dead. Back then, it was a myth. It was a story to keep her cub's mind active. She enjoyed horror stories under a full moon and using the moon's reflection to create images with the shadows of her clawed hands.