Horror Stories To Write About Novels & Stories

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Eventually, with time, more and more of these presences will find a place in these vacant and unoccupied spaces, and more people will be aware of them causing more fear that they can feed on. And the vicious cycle continues... So we begin a whole bunch of stories connected to these academic places, dear reader. We truly hope you like them. Enjoy! +++++++ Hi there, guys! I’ve been a member of this page (Paramdam) for a few months now, but this is the first time I’m going to share a story with everyone. It’s a bit on the long side, but it’s worth it, so please bear with me. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved listening to or reading those scary kinds of stories. It’s become a family tradition f

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

“Can you nag Light instead? This whole CNC with strangers was his fucking idea!” Mike bit his lower lip, his expression shrouded in remorse at Gem’s outburst. He didn't mean to get on her nerves. He just couldn't shake off the thought that this experience would be more than they bargained for. “This haunted—” he began, but Gem's icy gaze made him correct his words. “This Old Victorian house has an unsettled chill clung to it and our vehicle quit on us miles away. I agree that we’ve already signed the online form, but we could reconsider and just go back to find some hot girls and have a gang bang with them. This shit is getting spookier than what I anticipated. If anything happens inside tha

The nagging sense of dread only deepened after that night. Every shadow felt too close, every sound too loud. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was always watching me. My sleepless nights turned into restless days, and as the city outside continued its usual bustle, I delved into an entirely different world. Late nights at the library, dim-lit corners of obscure websites, anywhere I could find whispers of the things lurking beneath the surface, I wanted to be sure that I was not losing my mind. Most of it felt like nonsense, ancient folklore and children’s tales. But the more I read, the more these so-called legends started to feel… uncomfortably familiar. Beings who liv

He said, looking at her, she didn't look frightened at all. "Have you been following me?" Megan asked. "No, what?" He said, snickering. "Follow you, no way, I..you know..umm..just out here trying to get some inspiration for a new horror book I want to write. You know, I realized I have flair for writing.. writing novels, horror novels." "Oh.. yeah, horror novels about werewolves.." Megan smiled. "I'm also researching and guess what, I found out werewolves live here, in this woods."

Am I right? ‘Well it doesn’t matter now, does it? He isn’t sixteen anymore.’ ‘Oh I am right. Now let me tell you how sorry you will be. Forget about just the campus knowing, how about I write a little essay on social media? Facebook being the first stop and the pictures from your and Billy’s past sexual experiences will trend all over instagram. Let’s wait and see how pretty little miss perfect will fix that with her morals.’ ‘You are bluffing. You don’t have anything against me and I won’t fall to your stupid scare tactics.’

He only had to wait for Lucy to edit it. The feeling of satisfaction and relief washed over him that instant as he rested his fingers for a minute before going at it again. He had already written two collections of horror stories submitted to his editor. The intention was for some of the mild and medium scary tales to be published on paperbacks. However, the truly mind-blowing and sick horror stories were published digitally on web novel websites where he would have no problem bypassing censorship by replacing disturbing words with asterisks and euphemisms. The feeling of writing without being stared at by dozens of eyes from filthy beings made his mood ecstatic. His fingers were literally f

"With time, we'll get used to them." When we got home, I told Mom the stories the gas man had shared, but she shrugged it off. "It's just a harmless superstition, baby. Nothing is happening here. Can't you see? This place is amazing." Well, I guess she was right. But the way the townspeople told the stories, with wide eyes, and hushed tones.... it made it feel like more, than just bedtime stories. But despite all that... I never believed in monsters. Ghosts? Maybe. Witches? Of course. But vampires and werewolves? Please.... what a laugh. I may have a flair for the dramatic, but I had my limits.