Make A Scary Story Novels & Stories

The candlelight flickered across his face — and he began to speak. “This story is about the day I saw a human being die with my own eyes. But it didn’t end there. Because… the very next day, he was sitting in my class again.” The auditorium fell silent. Every gaze was fixed on that man — and inside every heart, something unseen knocked softly… like fear asking to be let in. A faint breeze moved through the auditorium. The candle flames trembled — and every shadow seemed to crawl along the walls like some hidden creature.

Damien went to hug her and caressed her back in order to calm her down. "Shh, they won't break out from hell," He kept whispering some comforting words but Mara can't seem to hear them. She jumped out of her bed and went tp Shane. "Shane, wake up! Wake up!" She said in a hysterical manner. Horror intensified in her eyes when Shane did not open his eyes. "He's trapped," She mumbled. "Hey, what's going on?" Damien asked as he went hysterical with Mara. "Damien, I need you to slash him with your scythe three seconds after I touch the chain. Do you understand?" She said as she positions herself next to Shane's ankle.

He then began to tell a story that Hana thought absolutely doesn't make sense. *** "Don't come out at sunset if you don't want to be kidnapped by a witch." Long ago, when her grandfather was still alive, he used to scare Hana with that sentence every time Hana come home late because she was too busy playing. The sentence that when she was more mature she considered a delusion but surprisingly actually did exist. The witch that Hana considers a fairy tale turns out to be a real creature roaming around her. Even with other creatures such as vampires and werewolves.

It was cold midnight, the trees and land were covered with snow. The sound of the breeze seems so terrifying and the twigs of dry trees hit with the window like a witch. It creates a more scary sound. There was a silence around which create a frightful environment. A dim light was coming from a 24 storey building window. A girl of age 18 was drowned in her books, making notes under her study table lamp. She feels tired and closed her books while stretching her arms and check the time on her wristwatch. She immediately summed up all her notes and books at the side of her desk when a loud splash on her room window scared her. She opens the window to check but couldn't find anything except the

I can feel the sinister power coursing through my veins, a palpable force that threatens to overwhelm me. As the nightmare intensifies, I find myself unable to escape its grasp. I'm trapped in a twisted reality where an old woman with gnarled hands hovers over me, her sinister laughter echoing in the darkness. I struggle against invisible restraints, my heart pounding with fear as she reaches towards me with chilling intent.

control! "I'm not living in yours!" Came my authoritative tone. "No one asked to." He copied my pitch. "Take the one beside mine." "The farthest one." "Take the store room then." Is it possible that i stab someone and not be called as a criminal? "Live beside mine. I hope you have seen those horror stories , based on true incidents. The whole villa would be as sillent as a graveyard, at night. And i'm a heavy sleeper." Colour faded from my face as a fear crept inside me, out of no where. What if winds blew and the windows danced with it? What if ....

I took a deep breath before I decided to tell her about the scary thing that happened to me. "Due to my desire to return to the real world, there was no doubt that I went with someone I didn't know. I thought he really knew the person who would help me get out of the world of this novel," I began my story. Cindy was quiet while listening to me. "That man took me inside the forest where there stood a small and very beautiful castle. He told me that inside the castle the person I was looking for was waiting for me. So without hesitation, I entered the gate. But when I opened the door, I saw a werewolf woman with a very scary appearance inside and she was eating the liver of the woman she was h

His touch was a rare comfort in the midst of the chaos, and I found myself focusing on his presence, trying to draw strength from it. “So, what’s your go-to scary movie?” I asked, attempting to shift my focus. Just then, a menacing figure with a knife appeared in front of us, tilting its head in a grotesque manner. I instinctively recoiled, brushing against Darius’s body in the process. The figure passed us with a ghostly grace, clearly enjoying the fear it evoked. I felt a cold shiver sweep through me, and goosebumps pricked my skin, a familiar sensation reminiscent of the unsettling feeling I got before summoning a storm.

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."

“Don’t be afraid.” I forced myself not to laugh and whispered a reminder to him. “That ghost story… was the one I just told.” Kane froze. The awkwardness was impossible to hide on his face, and he slowly placed his hand back on the couch. 【At this moment, a 1.9-meter-tall burly man slowly tucked his feet back under the blanket.】 【I’ve heard this story before, but I’m still scared—what do I do? Wuwu, I don’t dare sleep!】