Is Nine Perfect Strangers Scary Novels & Stories

The man who attacked the one who was going to harass me takes a step closer, planting his imposing self in front of me. The first thing I notice is his brown eyes, devoid of light and life. They seem to suck into my very existence, causing me to remain rooted to the spot. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Not even a whisper. The stranger sweeps my feet off the ground abruptly without a word and stalks in the direction of a jeep waiting on the curb. And the scary part? None of the other guards bats an eyelid. “What the fuck is this?” I scream, my tongue finally working. “Let me go!”

We were all just standing there, thirty strangers in some dramatic-looking grand hall. Then came the crying. "Waaah... this place is so scary. I wanna go home." Scary? Could've fooled me. Thanks to my perception disorder, my brain airbrushes reality. The grosser something is, the prettier it looks. So to me? This place felt like a cozy Airbnb. Meanwhile, some cranky knight-looking dude threw punches at the shadows. "Quit hiding and fight me, coward!" While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident.

The distance between the houses in this village is enough for me to scream to my heart’s content without anyone hearing. “Stop what, baby?” His deep voice sent shivers within me and I felt my knees trembling in fear. “Hmm?” “S-Stay away from me!” I forced myself to scream those words, but I ended up tearing up until I slowly cried in fear. He seemed to enjoy seeing me shaking in fear while he locked me in between his arms. I used to see this kind of position in movies and supposedly, they should be sweet and romantic yet I feel horror and entrapment while being with this stranger behind me.

My neighborhood was usually quiet, but tonight it felt like I was being watched. My hands trembled as I reached for the phone, ready to dial 911. Before I could press the first digit, a figure emerged from the shadows—a tall silhouette moving with purpose. My breath caught in my throat. Was it Liam? Had he come back, drawn by some lingering guilt or regret? The figure drew closer, and I squinted, trying to make out details in the darkness. It wasn't Liam. It was a woman—a stranger, dressed in dark clothing, her face obscured by the hood of her jacket. Fear pulsed through me. What did she want?

Her head slowly turns in my direction and I notice her eyes are brimmed with tears. "What's wrong, Princess?" "I'm terribly claustrophobic. I was doing okay with my phone to distract me but when it died..." she admits as a tear slides down her cheek. Her voice is different than any other time she's talked since I met her. Childlike. I want to feel sorry for her. I'm sure it's tough to be stuck in an elevator with a stranger facing your fear with no escape. If she weren't such a bitch, this would be so much easier. In typical male fashion, I simply say the obligatory, "I'm sorry."

Anthony slumped down onto the cold steps, his whole body shaking like a leaf. Karina was pinned hard to the marble floor by two bodyguards, her gown scuffed to rags, her face a smear of tears and foundation, her shrill wailing setting the whole gallery ringing. Leon was just about to speak and hand down the punishment when a dark mass of black-clad figures suddenly surged up from below. The tread of leather shoes on the steps was heavy and even, as all twelve elders of the Perrone family made their entrance.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened. Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise... When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified. "I had sex with a complete stranger!" I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

she asked, her voice trembling. "I want your life," the stranger growled, taking a step forward. Sophia's heart raced as she looked into the figure's eyes, unable to make out their face in the dim lighting. She couldn't believe this was happening- a perfectly normal night had turned into a terrifying nightmare. She tried to run, but the stranger moved quickly, blocking her path. Fear paralyzed her as she realized there was no way out.

“Yeah, I’ll remember that, Tara.” I could see him shaking his head as he stepped out of the elevator. I shrug, reminding myself to shut my mouth when I meet strangers. I guess I offended him. It startled me when the elevator made a sound. I should cut back on my coffee. Everything about Blake makes me jumpy.

They both turned pale with shock. "What? This is a mistake. We are not into men. You should leave immediately" Bryan demanded firmly. But he took looked uncomfortable at that moment. If they use force, they would lose miserably. These rooms have built in sound proof walls. So no one would be able to hear even when these strangers killed them. The strangers laughed at Bryan's words. "They all say the same thing. But once we are inside, they start screaming like woman" one of them commented. Both Bryan and Lance looked shell shocked. They decided to run away. But two strangers blocked their path and roughly pushed them back inside.