Kirby Scary Novels & Stories

The chirps of bird beasts flying over their heads should’ve broken the silence that appeared when they left the park, but the atmosphere between them is just too thick for anything to pierce through. Kiyo glanced at her cute cousin who was carelessly leaning on the shoulder of this person whom she now labelled as ‘the scary guy’. The little girl looked sleepy and didn’t feel aware at all that the guy who was holding her had just threatened to kill her. Kiyo was worried that he would really kill Shitone, because if that happens, she would… She would really die. There will be no more Shitone. There will be no more little sister. There will be one more person in her family who… Leave.

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What a life indeed. I was in my own thoughts. Kiri was nowhere to be seen. She left me at lighting speed as soon as I was cuffed. All alone with five scary demons. They look like humans but I can somehow tell they are not. The scary aura they are giving off is similar to when Kiri got mad. Yup, probably ever since Kiri appeared I have become more sensible to these things. I can't explain how though.

she said feeling a kind of inconvenience about it all. "You need to see yourself that yesterday, you were so scared of horrow movies after ranting it wouldn't move you an inch," he said, laughing out so loud. Kiara laughed too, "still I am so strong. I am not scared of horror movies. Yesterday just went down like that," she accelerated trying to convince him. Ryder laughed as if he wanted to puke his intestines, the laughter was already getting into his head and he felt that's ok. Laughing too much is not good.

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.

Kimberly couldn't stop looking around while walking because she knew that there is no way her enemies will let her go just like that. "We have been walking around the market but you still haven't gotten anything, should we just head back home?" Kimberly said sounding scared, she felt the presence of her enemies. Kimberly looked around looking very scared, the moment Killian noticed this he gave one of his spy a signal to tell the rest that the enemies are around. "Why do you look scared? Is there anything wrong?" Killian pretended not to know the reason for her sudden change of character. "I have a feeling they are here." Kimberly said sounding very scared. Killian turned to look at one of h

Brindle asked firmly while folding her arms and maintaining direct eye contact. "I don't need to figure out your life. How exactly will you be of any use to me?" Mrs. Kiara questioned. "Why do you look like you are not yourself, Mrs. Kiara said. Are you scared of something, oh my baby?" She said and walked closer to her and patted her hair like a baby. Brindle pulled herself away. "Don't put those hands of yours on me again. As-tu entendu? Have you heard?" she said. "Why won't I look nervous standing in front of a scary monster," she added.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

Or better still, have it transferred to another detective. "When did you return?" Carrie heard Kirby asked and quickly turned to look at her. Kirby was sitting up on the bed, directing an unwavering gaze at Carrie. "Oh, I just came in. I'm sorry for interrupting your sleep." "I wasn't sleeping. I've been trying to wrap a finger around Reuben Mark's death. Thankfully, the forensics will be out soon." Kirby smiled, getting out of bed. Carrie's pupils dilated as she stopped in front of Kirby. "Are you sure you can take on this case? It sounds really dangerous."