Little Red Riding Hood Scary Novels & Stories

" I'm just saying, Momma. Since you kiss everyone, you must have probably kissed Mr bumper, the killer ghost. " " He is a ghost who kisses beautiful women like you then at night, he sneaks Into their bedroom and kills them. " " Grrrrrrrrr! He beheads them, and cuts them In halves. " Royalty roared, hushing spookily to scare his little wife. But Instead of fear, Cinderella looked at him like a fool. She wasn't scared at all. She shook her head, then picked up her sleepy little baby. She took him to his nursery, tucked him carefully Into his cradle and turned on the lullaby lights.

"Do you want to die here from bleeding out?" Rondolf scowled. "Just let go," he instructed. "I will bear it." Rondolf grabbed Rula's hand. Slowly, he drew Rula's palm to pull the wood stabbed into the side of his stomach. Unknowingly, Rula received strength from Rondolf. Rondolf slowly withdrew the wood from his stomach. Rula quickly removed the scarf from her neck. Rula's palm was pressed against Rondolf's stomach to stop any bleeding. Werewolves were scary, but she had seen how Rondolf looked like a human. Handsome and sexy.

“Are you going to dress up as a ghost in the middle of the night? Carrie is afraid of ghosts.” Sugar was struck speechless too. Her idea of scaring was to give Carrie a non-lethal lesson that would make her too scared to act out again, not to dress up as a ghost. However, she could do that, if needed. With her skills in disguise, it would be easy. However, she feared that Carrie might have a weak constitution and would have an aneurysm from the fright, which would be a serious matter. She still preferred to appear in her red, Fox guise.

She only found out when she entered. This was a horror movie! God knows how afraid she was of movies with this kind of theme! Wendy glanced at Rex, who was calmly looking at the big screen. Wendy couldn't wait to cover her ears. She unconsciously leaned closer to Rex and asked, "Aren't…… aren't you afraid?" "What's there to be afraid of? It's all fake." Good, good, good. It's all fake. They were all fake…… "Really?" A pale female ghost suddenly popped up on the screen, scaring Wendy so much that she kept jumping into Rex's arms.

And surprisingly the distance which seemed to be a few meters from her bedroom now seemed neverending in reality, making her question her decision to come here alone in the first place. Just as she was contemplating whether to return back to her room or to continue forward a sudden presence behind her made the hair on her neck to stand. Her fight or flight instinct gave up on her as she frozen in shock slowly turned around to come face to face with a towering figure. “Your survival instincts are probably dangling in the negative digits, aren’t they?” “Huh?” “Oh! A red riding hood, is it?”

He slowly walked toward the entrance of his home and realized that there was a rag doll covered in a red liquid by the door. The doll looked extremely creepy. Any normal human would have been terrified to see such a doll in the middle of the night.

she replied, coming out of the corner first. Red walked behind, smiling handsomely. "Vooooom!" Came a scary sound from the other side. "Aarrgh!!!!" Reina screamed, running back to Red, she hugged him tightly, dipping her face on his chest. "Thought you don't believe in ghosts" Red mocked and she quickly disengaged from him. "Yes I don't....I just pretended like I was scared" she replied. "Vooom!" Came the scary sound again and this time she jumped on him, clinging on him like a baby, tangling her legs behind him...

He looked like he was about to be swallowed up by the big bad wolf. Sam was behind him, and as Grimly Grouse backed up, I was reminded of the fairy tale that started this entire adventure to begin with. Little Red Ridinghood didn’t actually get gobbled up by the Big Bad Wolf, but Little Red Ridinghood’s great-great-great-great-granddaughter was about to force her enemy into the jowls of the biggest, most ferocious wolf I’d ever seen. Grouse ran right into his claws. Sam grabbed him from behind. The mage never knew what hit him. It was all over in a matter of seconds.

But nothing I do is enough to keep the awful smell from filling my lungs. “Haven’t you learned you can not hide from me yet, little girl?” A sinister smile spreads across his deformed features, a smile that is lacking in enjoyment and one my eight year old brain likens to one the Devil must wear when torturing his victims. Uncle Frank even looks like a Demon with his scared face that resembles that monster from your nightmares, Freddy Krueger was it? I wasn’t allowed to watch scary movies because of my young age, but I once went out to the living room when nobody noticed and saw the monster murdering teenagers on the tv late one night.

Everly wasn’t ready to die, but she couldn’t even use her back legs to push him off. “Jack! Alyson! Slate!” she shouted with her mind, but she heard nothing in response, and those teeth were getting closer. She thought about Little Red Ridinghood. This was the Big Bad Wolf. And he was going to eat her up. A glob of spit slid off of his tongue and landed on her cheek as he lowered his head. Everly tried to guard her neck, but there was nowhere to go. The scent of rotting meat filled her lungs as his mouth got closer to her face, its warmth heating her neck as she felt her heart beating against her ribcage, her pulse throbbing in the vein near where his teeth hovered.