Novel & Cerita Make A Scary Story

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

Martha turns around and gets a bowl of rice and served it on the table. "Mommy it's true, but Nanny just didn't see it. He was a short old man with a long beard and scary eyes and nails like a monster, I felt like he was going to eat me! Huhuhuhu....." Phoebe covers her face with a white throw pillow from their couch and cries endlessly. She cries with fear, she has never encountered such a creepy creature before. Amelia and Martha are suspiciously puzzled about Phoebe's story and were surprised as Amelia's cellphone vibrated from the table.

Pinanindigan siya ng balahibo. Dahan-dahan siyang bumaba para hanapin ang pinagmumulan nito. Naghanap siya sa kusina ng ‘di binubuksan ang ilaw. Ilang sandali pa'y narinig niya uli ang nakakatakot na halakhak. Nakita niyang may nakatayong anino malapit sa bintana na nasisinagan ng liwanag ng buwan na parang eksena sa mga horror movies. “Kabilugan pa ng buwan ngayon. Oh God, nasa loob na ba ako ng horror movie?” bulong niya na balot pa rin ng takot ang binata.

Telling him the exact old told tale. “Don’t you remember those happy voices in your mind as you sleep? Or maybe the screams you hear of terror in a nightmare. What is a nightmare? Isn’t a nightmare a small prison you’re trapped in, with no hopes of waking? Why? Because you never know you’re asleep. You forget everything, your name, your life, and who you are. The only thing to accompany you are the monsters that laugh in your mind, that taunt you, knowing everything. Your life, your happiness, everything that had been stolen away. But the scariest part of the nightmare won’t be the monsters. They aren’t scary themselves. The most fearful thing of all is that they are yours. That you can hear

I recounted the poisoned chocolates, the mysterious figure outside the balcony, the dead wolf, and ultimately the necklace. By the time I reached the end of my story, her complexion had drained of color. "That’s... that’s unbelievable." I nodded weakly, admitting, "I’m scared, Bel." The confession slipped out before I could hold it back. She tightened her grip around my hand. "Good. It's healthy to be scared." My brow furrowed in bewilderment. "What?" Her expression softened with a gentle smile. "When fear fades, people often start making foolish choices."

“I heard its nails first. Oh, God . . . we used to have a black lab. Lady. When it’d storm at night, she’d always try to get into bed with us. You’d hear her climb the steps and it was exactly like that. That scratchy sound on the steps. Slow. Timid, I guess. It was like that. Then the steps started to creak loud, like when Ed goes up and down. And I— I got this picture in my head, it was like I could see it. See its shadow on the stairs. It just got bigger and bigger, and I could hear its hair scraping on the walls like a big brush and it just got louder. I was hysterical, I—I haven’t been so scared in my entire life. I forgot all about that man I saw. Forgot about everything. Just all I co

he asked I would have said no to him, the man was really nice to me and seemed so excited to give me a ride home I told him my little brother was here alone waiting for me I feel bad about lying to him but my Ma told me to bring home dinner and those type of humans are easy to catch she warned me not to tell Da about it and that he would get mad at her if I did Ma is really scary when she fights with Da, I see them demons in her eyes as she tells me she's going to lock me in the basement Where Them demons can eat me ****************************** I promised Da to read one of my Cinderella stories to my little brother Cleo before he goes to sleep but as I enter his room and I finish with my

“Story!” I couldn’t help but smile. “You want a story?” I asked, stifling a laugh. The children nodded excitedly. “The wolf story!” one of them exclaimed. “We want to hear the wolf story again!” How could I refuse? The ‘wolf story’ in question was one that I had made up yesterday on the spot, a story about a rogue wolf chasing a little girl. It was a scary story that had made the children gasp, their eyes wide with fear, but they seemed to love it.

Mira begged her mum with her tiny little voice as her mum was about to put her to bed "Okay dear, I'll tell you something very different, it's a mythical story and it's a bit scary" her mum said "Yeeeee, I love scary" Mira raise her little hands up happily "Okay listen," her mum started as she took a seat beside her little child's bed

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.