Little Red Riding Hood Scary Novels & Stories

If a werewolf had killed or tasted blood, his eyes would turn red and the more blood he tasted, it was likely that his eyes would become brighter. That meant the creature behind me had probably consumed a fountain of it. “Where do you think you're going?” It finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a lonely, yet dep tune played by a lost soul wandering the woods at midnight when children and even adults were asked to not come out. A horror story told to children and most adults to scare them off their nightly adventure. “I said come back here”. I yelled at myself, pushing me out of my imagination. Along with its utterance, came a fast lounge at me. It nearly grabbed me by the collar but I was f

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Waving the scarlet cloth that shielded her pale vermillion tunic, she finally set off, crossing the boundary. The birch was only on the edges…like the sentinels of the forest. Deep inside, there were the maple trees and the clearings she had grown up playing in. These woods used to be safer…especially when the spring came. But recently, the fear had settled in…out of nowhere. Stories around the bonfire and old midwives' tales settled on the discussion of wolves. Those wild beasts had been growing wilder, and perhaps there was something dark involved. She had even heard a rumormonger stating that he had seen a white wolf, staring at the village as if it was spying for something…or someone. Po

"I'm glad that you found me and I'm glad you stuck around. Wolves are supposed to be dangerous but you weren't." I exhaled heavily, remembering the little talk that I needed to have with her. "Yeah, something bad could've happened to you, you know? Didn't your mom ever read stories to you about little girls who get lost in the woods?" I kept a playful edge to my tone, dropping subtle hints at Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. Ruby rolled her eyes dramatically. "I knew you were going to say that," she groaned. "The red jacket ... the basket of treats." Her cheeks heated with what looked like embarrassment. "So, you're not disappointed that you had to wait?" She double-checked, seek

She was picking berries that morning when she followed an unusual route going home. She eventually got lost and couldn't find her way back home. When suddenly, she heard some howling and hooting of the nocturnal birds. She was terrified. She was sixteen at that time and a newly menstruating teen. Every man's eyes were allured by her beauty, her charming smile and her lovely curves despite her young age. She also has a long voluminous blonde her and a red cape she often wears that was why she was called Red Riding Hood. Red means sinister.

Ayo glanced at the ticket in his hand. “That’s the one.” I nodded. We went inside and found seats at the back just before the lights grew dim. People still came in after the movie started. The movie was Red Riding Hood, a fantasy movie about the remake of little red riding hood but she was all grown up now. It had werewolves, action and a little of everything for everyone.

"Say it—or I'll show you exactly why Little Red Riding Hood should be afraid of the big bad wolf's teeth." He wouldn't... Would he? "But I'm not drop-dead gorgeous." There was an odd glint in his eyes as he propped himself up on one elbow. "Sure about that?" "Pretty sure, yes." I watched him uneasily. "Mirrors don't lie. Cameras don't lie. And I'm pretty sure that I'd kn-ow-ow—!"

I asked, my brow creased into a frown. The child looked bewildered at my question. “What’s so frightening about unfamiliar faces? New faces just mean more people to torment.” “Let me tell you,” Ruby lowered her voice to a whisper, “there are even more children in the kindergarten now and they are just as easy to scare as the others.” I watched her with a smile as she detailed all her plans to scare the new kids. “Aren’t you worried I will leak this to them? They are pups from my pack after all,” I asked her with mirth.